My first speech essay in hindi
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In our school, there is a Young Speakers’ Union. I had long desired to become a member of it. But only good speakers could be eligible for its membership. One had to make a successful speech before the whole school before one could become a member of it.
Each time I resolved to come to the stage, my courage failed me. I had a lurking fear in my mind that I might not fare well and cut a sorry figure. But some urge continued impelling me to come to the stage and deliver a stirring speech that might elicit praise from one and all.
I prepared a neat little speech. I mugged it up like a parrot. I daily went out into the open fields and practiced speaking to imaginary audiences. When I was sure and certain of giving a nice performance I gave my name to the stage secretary. My offer was accepted. I looked forward to the day of the meeting. The fateful day came at last. I came to the school earlier than usual. I was decently dressed. My shoes were well polished.
The meeting began with a prayer and a song. I was the first to be called to the stage to make a speech. I came to the stage with hope and confidence. But I had hardly uttered a few words when I stopped short. Stage-fright took hold of me completely.
I could not face the audience. My mind was paralyzed. My senses were benumbed and my faculties were stunned. I hardly knew where I stood. My heart got panicky and beat its drum loudly in order to appeal to the other senses for help. It beat faster and faster until its palpitation gathered the speed of a race-horse.
I stood dazed and confused. My legs began to totter. My feet experienced some surreptitious movement. My vocal organs were paralyzed and no voice was produced. A film covered my eyes. Everything seemed to swim before my eyes.
My lips became parched and dry. My throat was choked. My tongue began to falter. My forehead was covered with beads of perspiration. I had completely lost my wits. The audience began to hoot and hiss.
I was on the horns of a dilemma. But I did not leave the stage. I continued my efforts to compose myself and regain confidence. The Headmaster also encouraged me to be brave. He silenced the boys. Lo! the crisis was over. My nervousness began to disappear. Courage and confidence gradually returned. I took a glass of water.
I became steadier. Memory seemed to return. My vocal organs started working proficiently. I resumed my speech. Words and thoughts began to flow automatically in quick succession. I grew eloquent. I spoke at a higher pitch.
The audience began to cheer and encourage me. I felt inspired and animated. I felt a new life and a new courage in every limb. All fright was gone. I was the master of the situation. The audience listened to me with rapt attention. I felt a strange aesthetic pleasure.
I quoted some Urdu couplets which were very much liked by the audience. They insisted upon encore. They gave loud and thundering cheers.
Joy swelled in my heart. I was many times braver than before. The whole audience was with me. Their collective strength and courage were as if injected into me.
I was quite a changed man. I became conscious of the hidden fund of energy in me. I began to feel traits of leadership in me. I was no longer a coward, but a hero. My eyes gleamed with some inner light and delight.
The speech proved to be a turning point in my life. It was, in fact, my first step towards greatness. If a person can successfully combat nervousness, he is securely set on the high road to successful public speaking.