By ranjana S
Singing has been my passion since ages. I quite unabashedly
pick up the slightest opportunity to sing. My heart puffs up to think that I am
the quintessential Mozart in the making. However, my family and friends hold an
altogether different opinion about my singing. They feel I have a baritone
voice instead of a feminine one and my renditions are considered to be a boon
for the newbie mothers in my kin as my soulful renditions are mistaken to be
lullabies….so what their little ones doze off the moment I strike a note…I am
sure it’s got to be the soothing effect my notes create on their psyche…the
other day a score of donkeys scurried along to be at our doorstep while my
singing was at its endearing best…am positive, my compositions hypnotize all
and sundry. All nincompoops in the family…can’t appreciate a world class
singer…I often smell of incorrigible envy on their part…
Last Sunday I was elated to know that my husband’s boss and
his wife were to throw their wedding anniversary bash…I knew the time
approached when at the party my hidden innate talent of singing will be
discovered and lauded…hubby dear gave a curt glance at me and pronounced his
caveat…Ranju, Beware…open your mouth only to gulp food and drinks…and for
nothing else…How mean, my better half sometimes make me feel to be an expat in
my own home…got to be the infamous incorrigible envy…hubbies can’t gulp down
the fact that they have overtly talented wives…ha…!!!
The D-day approached…I donned my red shimmering attire which
would compliment my red pout while I sing paeans…which
I so passionately penned down…after the initial greetings, the hosts invited me
to sing…look hubby dear, all are enamored already by the high quality singing I
demonstrate….
I convinced hubby dear, that I will display my best and he
can set his racing pulses to rest…can’t once he trust his wife’s singing
acumen….I initiated my singing….my signature notes…which formed a crescendo
gradually…and passion, panache all consumed me….I was at my best…..
BOOM….BOOM…..MY HEART
SAYS…BOOM..BOOM….
After the culmination of the initial stanza…. I witnessed a
catastrophe….all guests ran hither and thither and the pandemonium took …a toll
on my vocal chords and ….my notes seemed to be extorted….Gracious Lord!!...soon
I gathered senses and came to know that my soulful rendition of the
paean…BOOM…BOMB…..BOMB (why on earth did I sing with an accent???) was utterly
mistaken…..the hosts…the guests….all hurried and scurried out of the room
fearing that a bomb was planted in the hall in all probability…and Ranju madam
with her shrieks….made everyone abreast with the impending danger that could
have befallen on all of us….
Soon the bomb diffusing squad carried out the search…and
found no bomb…leaving hubby dear and me cold…my petrified and sullied face said
it all…hubby dear pronounced this time not a caveat but a declaration….Ranju,
you will never ever open your mouth….
We ambled back to home….and my dream of being the Mozart of
the world was nipped in the bud….
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