...but He didn't call out my name. The girl next to me was smirking, the guy next to me almost gave me a 'I'm the winner not you' kind of look and the scenario was technically perfect for me to burst out in tears. But, I have no clue what was up with me on that day, I suprisingly stayed very calm and steady. My school incharge, who had arrived by now, sent two guys running to ask me what was wrong. I asked them to go and talk to the anchor while their faces yelled, "what the hell? Do you even care?" And well, just then the judge who had also judged me the previous day said, "Excuse me Sir, We still have a contestant left... Surjana, sorry Surujani." . I smiled at her and she smiled back, in the first grade itself I had very well accepted the fact that my name was too rare to be pronounced respectably .Anyways, .I walked up on the stage and gave a broad smile to 'that' girl, 'that' guy and began...
Every step takes you somewhere
Every word gets some reply
Every action has some reaction
&
Every wish comes true at some point of time....
...a poem here... a quote over there... an anecdote somewhere, so on and so forth I went ahead with 'I want it all'. With a round of applause I stepped down and gracefully took my seat. Quite unusually the results were out in less than 15 minutes; maybe because the judges were in a hurry to rush to another event or maybe the organizers had served them with a hot mug of Horlicks which could possibly have charged them up. Then all the contestants were called up on the stage and asked to stand in a semi circle. The anchor went on for more than ten minutes calling out the names of all the sponsors one after the other; he started off with Horlicks,then came radio mirchi, intel, baskin robin, Reebok etc., I guess the only thing he missed was Lijat Papad otherwise he did manage to cover all possible brands. Anyways, the results were announced and, Yes I did manage to win the SPY finally. I really don't think that I can go into the details of the feelings I went through at that moment of achievement. Because my stomach, deprived of morning breakfast forced my head and my heart to expect a mug of horlicks instead of a trophy( which I did receive at the end of the day) and didnt let them feel the pride. It was really expecting someone to walk out from the curtains and warm it with a hot mug of yummy horlicks. Instead someone did come but with a small bottle of horlicks and my happy head was glad to receive a month's supply of Horlicks ( for free :D) But, this grumbling stomach snobbishly decided to think of the food counters outside and hoped to get filled with one of the yummies...
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