 University vs. singing
by Yeshmanthi Ekanayake
It was the first day of my
university life. A bright sunny day, with the warmest compliments from
Mother Nature. It was the best day to turn a new leaf. I took my bag and
looked around my room. There were books everywhere, carefully piled on
shelves and on the table. My future as a lawyer is clear.
It's shining in front of me. And maybe, too shiny.
 But then, my eyes stopped at the most despairing sight of all; my
guitar. It has been neglected by that too bright future of mine. My
beloved guitar was thrown to that dark corner, since my mother grounded
me for sneaking out to a musical show, five years ago. I felt this hard
pull at my hungry heart strings. I was pushed by an invisible force
towards the guitar. I took it by both hands and sat on my bed. Threw my
bag to a corner and began to think.
This is the first page of a new chapter in my life. But, I don't want
to fill it with a hard working university life. I want to fill it with
songs, music, concerts, applause and loads of happiness. I wanted to
become a singer from the very first day of my school life too. But, I
couldn't even sing a song even on the school stage. My dusty guitar is
proof of the little time I was able to spare for music. I can; I know
that I can! I'll show up in every singing contest and try my very best
in practising!
But, what about university? The university I've been dreaming about
for fourteen years? My mother will surely get a heart attack if I turn
it down now!
But, I want to sing so badly. Yes, this is it! I grabbed my bag and
dropped the books onto the bed. Picked up some clothes and filled the
bag. I got my guitar and stood up. I'm running away! I went to the
window, opened it and put one leg out. But, everyone's going to see me.
I'll never escape in broad daylight! After all, where on earth could I
go? I took my leg in and closed the window.
I'll tell my mother that I don't feel well, and stay home today.
Then, I can silently run away at night. I'll stay at my friend's house
and no one will know!
I removed my shoes and sat on my bed again. First, I'll sing in a
restraint, for a start. No, I'll join with a major singer and try
background singing first. But, I must write some lyrics. And what
about...
"Dear! Come on! You'll be late! It's your first day at university!
Hurry up!" I heard my mother calling. So, I collected my books, took my
shoes and ran downstairs. Oh well, I could become a singer even when I'm
over sixty! But, the three precious university years... who wants to
skip those?! |
