Belief ...Faith.. Trust..."A joke"??

I can make this happen...I am expecting this to happen...I believe it will happen.. I hope this happens.... I want this to happen.... I wish it happens...well how often have we used these sentences. I am sure we all have at some point of time.We always want or expect or wish or even think we can make some things happen.Sometimes they do happen and sometimes they don't.When they do we are happy (if its something good). Or at least ready to handle it (in case of a crisis) but what happens when something so unexpected happens that we feel as if we are suddenly thrown into a dark tunnel and we don't even know where it ends.What if we don't even understand what hit us.What if that thing is so bad that we lose something irreplaceable.What if it had come from the most unexpected quarters.Then what do we do.In times like this we feel we have no control of our lives. The words "everything that happens,happens for the good" ends up sounding like a huge joke!!!.The words "god will be on our side" sounds frivolous. Some of our truest beliefs are shaken.We suddenly start getting apprehensive of things.A kind of apprehension that never existed before.At times like this our distant relatives have lots to say,People really close to us hardly say anything because they understand and know that just moral support and silence mean more than any amount of words.Coming back to normality make take a Herculean effort on the side of the person affected and also on the kind of encouragement shown by friends and close relatives. It takes time to restore faith in things we believed in earlier. It takes enormous courage to get oneself out of this but It must be done. It may take time but we must, because we still have a life and Until the very end we have a responsibility to live it.We must try and restore our faith because that is the very basic principle we lead our lives on.It is a necessity because things we may detest, things that are unbelievable will happen and every time we have to pull ourselves up. Well I do know its easier said than done because people affected will only know how it feels but it has to happen, because "Uncertainty is the name of the game (life)"...we can choose to accept or ignore it.... but either way its true...a very recent happening shook me up quite a bit and affected some one and that one's family very dearly...its that very happening that provoked me to write this, because "There is no smarter or greater teacher than life itself"!!!

When "Swingers" swung my way.!!!

From when i was very young i have been a talker.I have always loved compering, at least did it often enough in front of my room mirror and been a wannabe journalist(hoping to host my talk shows and report important news) but never thought i would get to do any of these once i reached MIT(now thats a big story so some other time) and then one fine day in my second semester in college a senior gave us this info about needing people to compere for the department fest and asked the interested personnel to come for an audition at some time and date.On hearing this I decided to give it a shot and with a little push from my friends ,I went ahead and gave my audition and got picked.This set alight some part of me, as if a suppressed part of me had come alive( wannabe journalist cum speaker part ) . I compered that year and it turned out to be great fun...(and surprisingly lots of people thought I was pretty good and that was satisfying). And from then on I was called to host a lot of functions and in my 3rd year I got to even compere for a national conference

. Then one fine Tuesday evening(in may) my dept prof called me up, he put forth a proposition, one that totally got me excited. There is a dance group called "Swingers" known for their amazing dancing styles and shows and one such show was to happen and I was asked if I would like to compere for it, the first few seconds, I really didn't know what to say then forcing myself to come back to my senses, I asked him for details, I was asked to come for an audition the next day.I went (with another friend of mine) for it.I was given a few parts in a script to read.When i was ready to give my audition , I suddenly recognized the person who was supposed to take mine, he was the artistic director of Swingers,one I was sure I had seen many a time on T.V. and that got me totally tensed but he was sweet and kind enough to put me at ease.Once i was done with my audition, they (my prof and him) told me they liked my voice and they way I did it and said I would hear from them.But I didn't get a call from them that day(i.e)Wednesday nor did I get a call from them the next day (i.e.) Thursday.The show was supposed to be on Saturday and so when I went to bed on Thursday a little disappointed since i was almost sure i woudnt get it now (.well I know this may not be a big deal for many. but for me it was. I was getting a chance to do something I loved) but knew I would survive as i was a realist more than anything else. I woke up Friday morning knowing I wasn't going to be part of the show , switched on my computer to check mail and there it was an intimation that i was in fact going to co-compere and the script attached with it.At first I couldn't believe it then it suddenly it sank in and i started smiling .:)

The D-day arrived, I went in a little early, met my co-compere and both of us did a little rehearsal sort of thing (just to check the sound and acoustics and stuff), then about 7:45.the real thing started.The auditorium was jam packed.We were stationed right behind the last row and right in the center and so had the best view of the show.Everyone were eagerly waiting for the show to begin.I was the one designated to start the talking and I was a nervous as hell but when i started talking there was pin drop silence all round and once I was done speaking about the first item the hall erupted to cheer the first set of dancers on stage and that was when I started to relax and with each passing line I felt more confident , more assured and suddenly everything felt so good, so right ,as if I belonged (don't know if all this makes any sense but..anyway.) .Once I relaxed I was confidant enough to know that I could do a good job of the rest of the compering .
When I finished my very last line I felt immense satisfaction that I got to do something like this in my life .It may not be a big deal to lots of people but to me it was.It was completely fulfilling because I got to do a job I loved and got to watch lots of cool dances to(something I have always loved doing!!). People I knew came and told me that I sounded good and I did a pretty good job.I felt really good!!! because

" It's satisfying to know that you can do something well and it gets even better when a few others think so as well!!!! :) "

I may or may not get to do something similar again,but even the one experience was truly amazing!!!...