Hello, thanks for coming so far.

Yes, you! I’m talking to you.

Do you want to read my story? if yes then,

I am shivi just gone 17, this year and you must be wondering what is unbaked? am I cooking? lol.

Oh! I forget to ask your ‘NO’, well what’s the use now.

Sorry, where I was, Yes!

Recently I found that I have some regretful memories in my mind so, through writing them here I am going to forget them forever.

Someone said right that writing your thoughts on paper gives relief to your mind.

Thus, I will write those regret here to make some space in my head for good memories.

Let the story begin…

Class 8th

Now this is the time when my 7th class result came.

Though I was not a good student, somehow I used to get passing marks.

I came in a category called ‘backbenchers’.

So on today first of April 2016, my new session of 8th class begin.

Casually time passes I meet good friends, who help me a lot in my studies and other curricular activities.

Long story short, now there was not much time for the final exam to come.

Before that our school is going to organise an annual function.

Children for the dancing competition are already selected, but the singing ones were not selected.

I was already selected for one Punjabi Gidda Dance.

The next day, during the school break, a music teacher came to our class.

For the selection of the singing team.

I and my friend Dimple were sitting together. Sir reach us and ask to sing a song, and we both sang individually.

Sir looked at us puzzled, I Don’t know what that looks but Sir liked Dimple’s voice.

Then daily practice continued like this of dancing and singing.

Then one day when we were playing in the playground, our music teacher was falling short of children for the singing competition.

So Sir decided to add some more children.

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And so he invited me and three girls with me to the practice room.

Sir started listening to everyone’s voice one by one. First of all, one girl was selected out of three girls.

Then my turn came and when I sang the song, Sir was astonished.

He said are you the same girl who was singing a song with Dimple?

I nodded my head yes.

Sir said, scratching his head. Oh! I misunderstood your voice with dimple.

Then he call dimple and told her to give her place to me in singing.

Now dimple was only part of the dance competition.

She is a very generous girl and happy about my selection, as she knows my voice is good.

And from that day onwards I started practising singing continuously.

And finally, the annual program day came and I was very happy that I sang 9 songs and a solo dance.

But feel sad as well because nobody from my family came to see my performance.

As a result, I individually won 2 trophies 🏆 for singing and 1 combined for dance.

Now the time came for that I was uninterested, now all music and singings are over and its time to focus on studies because final exams are nearby.

While struggling to focus on studies I thought 🤔 that somewhat my singing dream maybe ends because dad strictly told me if I couldn’t pass I am not allowed to participate in any competition anymore.

Literally, the annual function took a lot of my study time.

Afterwards a month our exams are done and after a few months I got the result in my favour I don’t know anyhow I passed 8th class.

Class 9th

It seems like I am a rat running in an endless turbine.

Every year is passing like the past one.

Well, the 9th class started, meet new teachers meet new students everybody introduced each other.

Aah! Boring.

I am expecting nothing unexpected but unexpected things happened.

A new music 🎶 teacher came into class, it seems like I still have some hope to fulfil my unbaked dream.

Then I thought, now there is a learner and a teacher. So, let’s learn singing.

The next day sir noted us Sargam(sa, re, ga, ma like sounds) of music

One day he ask everyone to share their dream,

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from doctors to almost every profession was said by students, but I said to become a singer.

Sir said you have potential but you have to work a lot.

I feel excited and decided to learn singing more better.

Then days pass every weekend is our music practice class.

One day in music class sir tested everyone, on what he taught previously.

My turn came I sang a song “Abhi muje me Kahin” by Sonu Nigam.

Actually, sir was testing vocal scale and he told me that I am a scale-e minor.

It simply means I am good at slow-pitch songs, not loud ones.

So I start to practice more on the e scale, and the day after day improvement showed.

Then one day sir told me to sing into morning prayer 🙏 in front of the school.

In starting days I hesitate but later I got used to it.

Some of the prayer team students started taking personal singing classes from sir.

I also want to join classes, so I asked my mom & dad.

But they refused clearly and stated that singing has no future, it can’t give you food, and you will regret it in the end.

Just focus on your studies, My sir also tried to convince dad but they never supported me in singing.

Then I decided to learn singing until I have a chance at least in school.

I still feel regretful for not being able to convince my parents.

Well, no issues I am again ready to stand against tough consequences.

Class 10th

Thankfully I passed 9th class too.

Still, I am continuing singing classes.

One day the music teacher came into class and announced that we are invited to a singing competition at ‘Maharaja Agrasen college.

It seems like the seed of hope inside me has started growing.

Then from that day all of our team started practising. We came early and leave late, so we can practice as much as we can.

After 3 months finally, the show day came.

For the very first time, I am going to sing on the big stage in front of around a thousand people.

Now the host girl called our team name, and everybody started to move toward the stage, but I was very nervous, hesitated and was stuck.

Suddenly a lady with short hair and a black purse in hand came toward me and said to me; to be courageous, you can do it.

My sir told me that she is the chief guest of the competition, now I feel charged up and go with my team on stage.

We gave our performance then watch others too.

After the chief guest’s speech, the time came which every team is waiting for.

Announcement of results

I am not expecting to win but at least good appreciation.

We didn’t get 1st rank but getting 2nd is also precious to us.

We came back to school via bus, all teachers and our school principal appreciate us, we enjoyed refreshments and leave for our respective homes.

When I went home and told my parents about the good news, they were also very happy and somewhere dad also felt that yes, I should learn singing.

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Days passed…

When hardly dad trying to make up his mind a shocking incident happened.😲

My grandmother who lives in town got paralysis and due to that my mom & dad started to live in town for her care.

Dad use to come after 1-2 months for business and to meet me.

Although I was not alone at home, my uncle and aunt are giving me support. But nobody can replace mom&dad.

My World is totally disturbed, I was losing focus on my studies as well as singing, I just use to think about when things will become normal.

Anyhow days passed, 10th board exam came, I tried to give my best.

I receive the notification that the result will be declared after 3 months so I decided to learn to sing better wasting time.

Now the family also becomes habitual with actualities.

I couraged to ask dad, may I go learn singing.

As somewhere I know what he will reply, he did the exact same. A sharp NO!

Wasn’t that enough? My result was declared, in which “compartment in science” was written in red bold letters.

Seeing this dad become dejected, I think wasn’t grandma’s situation enough that I gave him a new one.

After that, I decided that I will only focus on my studies.

I cut my name from school and joined open schooling,

And start studying only. I don’t want to deject my parents again.

Many days passed neither dad talked about the singing class or I requested.

Even today I regret that, I wish I had learned singing at that time.

Then my unbaked dream would have been a baked dream.

Epilogue

Finally, I wrote down all that I regretted.

And I am feeling awesome now😊

Never regret anything over and over again.

Literally, it doesn’t means anything in life.

You know life is too short to be regretted.

Author and story credit - {Mrs. Shivani k.} 
Co-author and editor - okhvicky 

~ Wish you luck, Shivi