Appa- My dearest
As a start to the 25 incidences, I am trying to pen down what comes to my mind first...
The incidences I am trying to capture does not follow any chronological order..
Daddy dearest..This one for my Super hero..
Well, if people see me to be an Extrovert, talkative, bold, Positive, clear in Speech- all these I learnt from my super hero- Appa..
Since my school days I actively participate in all co-curricular activities- Dance, drama, Singing and the most important of all which I carried ahead for ages- Elocution! Competitions announced, I am the first to register myself and I don't remember when exactly I started taking the stage for Elocution. I think it was my 3rd grade. The topic is given to you in advance and Dad pens down his thoughts for me to speak. He helps me with my preparation, stress of word, the pause, the expressions..everything.
Very soon, I was the best known Orator in my school and well versed both in English and Tamil. Though I continued winning Prizes there was always this small disappointment of the master behind the scenes not being around to see me on stage delivering his work. When I reached my 7th grade, Appa stopped writing for me. He ignored my pestering him and I still remember how angry I was that he isn't ready to spend time for me in his busy schedule. I started writing on my own. Whola! the difference when I presented it on Stage. That year I got the second place but I was happier at heart that it was my own creation. I later realized it was Appa's way of telling me to start writing on my own. Alas, still Appa was not around while I presented my thoughts. He still did help me with some corrections and adding points to what I had written.
A year passed by and in my 8th Grade there was this district level Elocution competition between schools. This time Appa did sit with me, helped with the entire script since I was not confident on my own writing. It was the best day in my life. Appa, dropped me at another school where the competition was taking place and left to work. My turn came, I went on stage, started and the first time ever I could feel butterflies in my stomach being on stage. I started- two sentences and I was stuck. I hear a disapproving sound from the spectator and there in the crowd- APPA!!
Wow, I don't know from where I got the courage to continue, all my preparation with him ran through my mind in fractions of second and there I was taking over and presenting it beautifully and ending it with a thunderous applause from the crowd. Many of the parents came over and congratulated me and mentioned it would have been the best had it not been for the initial stammering. Well, I lost in the competition but I was the happiest. One- Appa saw me presenting, and two from that day till date there has never been that sick feeling of butterflies in my stomach.
Appa- Ur my hero
Vive!!
ME MYSELF :)
The incidences I am trying to capture does not follow any chronological order..
Daddy dearest..This one for my Super hero..
Well, if people see me to be an Extrovert, talkative, bold, Positive, clear in Speech- all these I learnt from my super hero- Appa..
Since my school days I actively participate in all co-curricular activities- Dance, drama, Singing and the most important of all which I carried ahead for ages- Elocution! Competitions announced, I am the first to register myself and I don't remember when exactly I started taking the stage for Elocution. I think it was my 3rd grade. The topic is given to you in advance and Dad pens down his thoughts for me to speak. He helps me with my preparation, stress of word, the pause, the expressions..everything.
Very soon, I was the best known Orator in my school and well versed both in English and Tamil. Though I continued winning Prizes there was always this small disappointment of the master behind the scenes not being around to see me on stage delivering his work. When I reached my 7th grade, Appa stopped writing for me. He ignored my pestering him and I still remember how angry I was that he isn't ready to spend time for me in his busy schedule. I started writing on my own. Whola! the difference when I presented it on Stage. That year I got the second place but I was happier at heart that it was my own creation. I later realized it was Appa's way of telling me to start writing on my own. Alas, still Appa was not around while I presented my thoughts. He still did help me with some corrections and adding points to what I had written.
A year passed by and in my 8th Grade there was this district level Elocution competition between schools. This time Appa did sit with me, helped with the entire script since I was not confident on my own writing. It was the best day in my life. Appa, dropped me at another school where the competition was taking place and left to work. My turn came, I went on stage, started and the first time ever I could feel butterflies in my stomach being on stage. I started- two sentences and I was stuck. I hear a disapproving sound from the spectator and there in the crowd- APPA!!
Wow, I don't know from where I got the courage to continue, all my preparation with him ran through my mind in fractions of second and there I was taking over and presenting it beautifully and ending it with a thunderous applause from the crowd. Many of the parents came over and congratulated me and mentioned it would have been the best had it not been for the initial stammering. Well, I lost in the competition but I was the happiest. One- Appa saw me presenting, and two from that day till date there has never been that sick feeling of butterflies in my stomach.
Appa- Ur my hero
Vive!!
ME MYSELF :)
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