“Get Ready Soon. I don’t want to miss my daughter’s glory moment”, shouted Mr. Singh to Mrs. Singh & their 10 year old shy off-spring Chaanak as they embark upon a 200 km journey to see their daughter Samara representing school in a debate competition. Mr. Singh, a LML Vespa middle-class citizen of 90’s, has hired a Ambassador Car (Yes, it’s a car) for this special moment. For Singhs excluding Chaanak, it was like their daughter was appearing for a Miss India Contest. “Dad, can we go to the Water Park which is on the way?”, asked Chaanak who wanted to divert their attention to everything except Samara. Chaanak was insanely disturbed with all attention diverted to Samara before the event as he felt his parent’s love Samara more than him. Chaanak was at least happy with the fact though he gets to sit in the car which he was so fond of and has been requesting his father to buy one for family but as with all families in India in 90’s, Car was for the growing ones unlike Singh family.
The journey to venue had been uneventful from Chaanak’s standard as Mr. & Mrs. Singh had only Samara to talk about. Due to traffic jam and inexperienced driver, The Singh’s reached the venue late and missed the speeches from students of other schools. “Thank God ! At Least we are not missing Samara’s speech.”, said Mrs. Singh with a sigh of relief. “Thank the Devil“, sarcased Chaanak.
“I now invite Miss. Samara Singh from St. Mary’s Academy to come onstage and present her views on – For the People, By the People, Of the People. She will speak against the motion.” Whatever it meant, it is never going to be interesting than watching Sachin thrashing sixes off Warne. If I have to speak about Sachin, I will also win some prize. What’s the big deal about the topic which is not even a complete sentence, murmured Chaanak in his cloud of thoughts.
Samara enthralled the audience with an excellent speech and exceptionally well oratory skills. The actual debate after the speech was like a war between two teams who will bat first in the match and the matter finally being decided by the Golden rule of gully cricket “One who has the bat, gets to bat first”. The venue was jam packed with about 750 people from 5 different schools of the district and after speeches from all participants, it was time for the result.
“Not Didi, please God. I will not throw milk in the wash basin. I will bath everyday also, please please and ya my sister’s name is Samara in case you are getting lot of prayers from loveless child like me against their elder sisters. Don’t want you to get confused.”, smoked Chaanak in his first honest prayer to god though a selfish one. But prayers are always selfish, isn’t it?
“Samara Singh from St. Mary’s Academy for her bla-bla-bla wins the 1st Prize” the host announces much to Chaanak’s dismay and deceitful feeling from God. Mr. & Mrs. Singh are on 100th cloud to see thundering applause from the audience. Chaanak’s going through mixed feelings here. He suddenly is feeling awesome about the moment Samara is experiencing. She is suddenly spoken about by everyone in the hall. The attention, the applause, the smiles, the glory, the adulation, the praise, the impeccable showering of love from the parents, friends…ooh la la……Haven’t I always wanted it? Moreover, it’s my sister who has done….MY SISTER……
Chaanak is suddenly elated by cheerful atmosphere. He is suddenly so happy about the win. Oh….boy,,,,Isn’t it the same glory which Sachin gets. Is it what the feeling of victory? Is it what people make you feel in such moments? On their return trip, Chaanak winks at Samara n says, “I wanna be you, very very soon.”