15th August, this day reminds me of my special days in India. For a long time this was one of the few fixed days when I used to prepare my speech and present to my school mates, of course this continues as long as I was studying. Whole year I used to prepare for 15th Aug and 26 Jan and every year it was a challenge for me to make better and more influential.
Schools, no doubt are the best place to celebrate Independence Day. The best compliments I received on this day was “Sangeeta when you say, I can feel India in your heart”, this was the compliment for my speech when I was in standard 6, and this was from the most notorious guy of my class. That day I was not so sensible to appreciate it, but yes, even today I can hear his words in my ears and makes me feel proud.
Similar other incidence was when I was in standard 9 in school. Aug is usually rain time in India, I had just started my speech and usually the duration I speak on these days used to be somewhere in between 6-7 mins, and it started raining. It was not so heavy rain relative to the rain in Bokaro, but enough to wet some body in 8- 10 mins. When I realized that it has started raining, I was like ‘now people are gona run and its gona be a mesh of my speech. I too was in open and all my friends were in open too, most of teachers and guests were in shade. My ethics of presentation did not allow me to leave the mic and rum away, so I stayed there, but to my most surprise the listening crowd did make movements but there was hardly anybody who ran away.
Throughout the time I was speaking I was having at the back of mind that they all are here just because of the fear of the principle. Anyway I finished, all drenched, thanked all my listeners and finally headed towards my place in open. And I few moments I saw every body running towards the class rooms or towards other shady place near by. My teachers and principle tried a lot to control then but it was tough and they all came to common consent that Sangeeta’s speech was the best way to end the program and they all appreciated me for completing even when it started raining. I always felt that that audience deserves more appreciation; much more than me, to remain where they were and respect the nation.
There are so many these kinds of sweet memories I get reminded of at least twice a year.
This is second 15th Aug I am not in India, but I feel I keep an on activities happening in India much more than what I used to when I was staying there. Still there is something which calls from within and makes me feel that” I wish I was in India”. For last few days all the newspapers are full of India’s independence articles. I usually browse through, “days in picture” through Times Of India and Economic Times, this year more than the pictures of celebrations, there are pictures of Flood, people dying and fighting among themselves for AID. Today morning I was sitting in office and going through news paper, everything makes me to feel like crying and somehow get back to India. I do not how will that be help for them, or not even sure of why I want to. This is the most common reaction my inner self presents to anything which hurts my India.
Some how I feel what ever it be , its something deeply related to me, I usually do not think much of it, but its within me … by default.
Schools, no doubt are the best place to celebrate Independence Day. The best compliments I received on this day was “Sangeeta when you say, I can feel India in your heart”, this was the compliment for my speech when I was in standard 6, and this was from the most notorious guy of my class. That day I was not so sensible to appreciate it, but yes, even today I can hear his words in my ears and makes me feel proud.
Similar other incidence was when I was in standard 9 in school. Aug is usually rain time in India, I had just started my speech and usually the duration I speak on these days used to be somewhere in between 6-7 mins, and it started raining. It was not so heavy rain relative to the rain in Bokaro, but enough to wet some body in 8- 10 mins. When I realized that it has started raining, I was like ‘now people are gona run and its gona be a mesh of my speech. I too was in open and all my friends were in open too, most of teachers and guests were in shade. My ethics of presentation did not allow me to leave the mic and rum away, so I stayed there, but to my most surprise the listening crowd did make movements but there was hardly anybody who ran away.
Throughout the time I was speaking I was having at the back of mind that they all are here just because of the fear of the principle. Anyway I finished, all drenched, thanked all my listeners and finally headed towards my place in open. And I few moments I saw every body running towards the class rooms or towards other shady place near by. My teachers and principle tried a lot to control then but it was tough and they all came to common consent that Sangeeta’s speech was the best way to end the program and they all appreciated me for completing even when it started raining. I always felt that that audience deserves more appreciation; much more than me, to remain where they were and respect the nation.
There are so many these kinds of sweet memories I get reminded of at least twice a year.
This is second 15th Aug I am not in India, but I feel I keep an on activities happening in India much more than what I used to when I was staying there. Still there is something which calls from within and makes me feel that” I wish I was in India”. For last few days all the newspapers are full of India’s independence articles. I usually browse through, “days in picture” through Times Of India and Economic Times, this year more than the pictures of celebrations, there are pictures of Flood, people dying and fighting among themselves for AID. Today morning I was sitting in office and going through news paper, everything makes me to feel like crying and somehow get back to India. I do not how will that be help for them, or not even sure of why I want to. This is the most common reaction my inner self presents to anything which hurts my India.
Some how I feel what ever it be , its something deeply related to me, I usually do not think much of it, but its within me … by default.
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