“..and the award for the best singer goes to……any guesses?”the anchor tossed her annoying question when everyone waited with a bated breath…
“The award goes to….someone who is true to her name ..Ms Vani…”and the whole auditorium was thundering with the sound of claps…n slowly the noise thinned down n finally there was a pin drop silence …
A strange sound of dragging wheels against the marble floor was audible…
She was moving towards the stage with the spotlight on her…seated in a wheelchair…a beautiful girl with dusky complexion ,ordinary features,scanty hair…thick glasses that hid her shining bright eyes…nothing great as per Indian standards yet she was radiating with confidence and sported a disarming smile …
She reached the Center stage n folded her hands to greet everyone-Namaste …
“Congratulations..are you surprised ?you look a little lost ..had you ever imagined you to win the most prestigious award ?how does it feel to …to…complete with the generation who believe in singing n glamour go hand in hand ..tell us about your journey “ pretty anchor asked ..
“Am I not glamorous?”she asked mischievously…
“Well ..I am not lost but I sure am a bit surprised not because i am competing with people who have come on their two feet where as Oh so rich me always move around in her four wheeler ..”she giggled ..keeping her humorous side alive
“Well as I said I am a little surprised because everyone is a fantastic singer so I sure feel honoured to be the winner today …
My journey started on a small note n that became the mantra of my life ..I have nothing more to share than that…
When I was 5 years old ..I felt sorry that unlike other kids I could neither play or learn dancing or anything that involved my lower limbs ..I remember vividly ..what my father told me ..he said -beta don’t cry over what you don’t have ,try to find what you have been gifted with…so what if you can not walk?why don’t you pay attention to your hidden powers n turn them into your wings … who said those who can not walk are unable to fly either …go soar high….be different -don’t walk ,fly high instead ……and that day I decided to stop living in self pity…I learnt to soar high,I grew my own wings “
The whole auditorium roared again with a standing ovation for someone who couldn’t even stand on her two feet.
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Have you grown your wings yet ???-kathachitram by Shailja
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