Depict on freedom act

i am the one sitting in chair behind all

Casually one day I come across this decade old news paper which I saved sometimes back, that have my picture taken from my school’s Independence Day program. It was the only cultural program so far I have participated that could be particularly on India’s 50th Independence Day celebration at my school. Normally being shy to appear before crowd, I always lack raising hand when a circular comes in registering name for those like to participate in annual and Independence Day celebration. One time teacher added my name and knowing am not interested, but getting permission from mom made me take part in Villu paatu. I feared how come talking and singing before many for first time and thought to be withdrawing, but our teacher and principal encourage me to partake as it would be nice making all students involvement. So i was asked to come in traditional wearing of dhoti and white shirt, and girls in silk skirt and shirt. Our team was lead by friend kavitha; me and mate senthi with some junior class students’ as chorus, our story rolled with question and answers about freedom leaders and their struggle as a song.

Reached sometime by 6 in morning, unusual being so earlier get prepared myself with dialogues and wearing dad’s dhoti, tension climbs as time nearing. Adding, mom left home leaving me at campus and sent aunt to look-over the program and bringing me home. It was something like wording ‘thanthanathom endru solliyea villinil paada, amma villinil paada…’ at every end of the piece of information on freedom. They have given the chorus a two piece of metal known as ‘chingchak’ and giving away the bow tied with bells beaten with a stick to kavitha. Truly what we have singed then is out of remember now, only the scenes remain. I was carried in a chair to the ground by my friends and teachers courage to do better. Eyes searched for family face, none found in what in between me missing some lines that unnoticed in the long run story. In conclude it was proud to get applauds what gives a feel out of cage and what carried on in walk is pride.

It happens to be one special moment in my life. As said by some the patriot and national pride least when one is out of their school. But for me is more been out of school, the meaning of being a nation proud and what I am doing is nothing for my nation. Having freedoms to think, to look in my wishes but not really working in desires and in mass uselessly pass by. What is freedom? Who could work on his interest, to live on what is given, fearless to be true, is what the freedom I realize for myself. Is the pain and struggle only the fighters sense, but audience, they watch and feel happy when there fighter wins, express sorrow and disappoint when they lose. The fighters I like to mention her are my parent, if not them where is my freedom, first parents then the patriot.

The independence is history, taught by our teachers and leaders; today we think of it on these days alone. What today done is tomorrow’s history; even a blast could be counted for decades celebrating as a day. We are fighting with terror and anti-society today, restrictions for manyand the one is celebrating our own independence which is called. What’s the reason I think about freedom, it’s misused by some affecting many. An earthquake triggers vibrate, alike somewhereexplosion cause hesitate being freedom, is what getting strengthen terrorism. Unity among people will break the strength and rumors, and what I feel being us apart is comparison which brings a brake or gap leaking our collected drops of water. Being unity is safe and strength. Happy Independence :)