My Kind of Day: Lost in Austen!

Saturday, 14 March 2015

Life is all about living and making memories.  We make millions of them, some happy, some sad and some with many untold emotions. Some are worth remembered and some, we wish to forget. And a few of them give you undying optimism, whatever the reason may be for.

I have hundreds of things that made me flash a bright smile and filled my heart with a warm feeling called hope. But the one day that I’d never like to forget is the day I felt like Elizabeth Bennet in the Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice.

I have always been so concerned about my looks and considered myself an ugly duckling. No matter what people said to pacify me, I was never ready to listen. I used to say, “I am ugly and always will be. No one ever considers me special. And this is how I am going to live the rest of my life.” People stopped pacifying me because they knew it wouldn’t work out anyway.

I was with this attitude until the 21st of September 2013. It was the most special day of my life, and the day that made me believe in myself.

I, along with a few of my closest friends/internship colleagues went to cover the event of Comic-Con Express Hyderabad.We took shifts and covered various launches. There was this particular event where a publication house was launching the Graphic-Novel version of Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. As I am a hopeless romantic and a die-hard Austen, Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy’s fan, I was very eager to be present for the event.

“Leave the Pride and Prejudice event for me guys, I’ve been waiting for it. I’ll cover it. Please” I said to my colleagues. But my best friend was supposed to cover it. She let me take it up seeing my excitement.

On that day, I spent the time covering the events and chilling around with friends. For some reason, though everyone stopped talking about it, my friend always tried to make me feel beautiful and special. And she was trying to do the same that day, too.

Like I wanted, there I was standing amongst the crowd waiting for the launch of my favourite novel. It was already my most favourite day.

The clock struck 4:30 and Mr. Jason Quinn, the former head of Marvel UK was already there on the dais introducing Jane Austen, her most favourite Heroine Eliza Bennet and the most charming fictional character, Mr. Darcy. The teaser was screened. It was now the time to unveil the cover.

“Wait a minute,” Mr. Quinn paused and continued, “This is a novel that women around the world loved and wanted to escape into. I wouldn’t want to be the one revealing it. I want any one of you beautiful, intelligent and charming women out there to come and do the honors.”

Everyone was cheering. He scanned through the crowd and said, “You miss, I’d love you to come on to the stage.” I failed to realize that he was pointing at me.

“Go, it’s you” my best friend nudged me.

"No babe! It's you! You are beautiful than me. He must be calling you!" I said.

"No, look at where his finger is, pointing." she pushed me.

It was all a haze. I was dumb founded. The next moment, I was on the stage. Mr. Quinn asked me my name and I said it. He then knelt down on one knee and said, “Miss. Would you do the honor of unveiling the cover for me?”

I was left to say nothing but a big yes with joy jumping inside me.

And when I came down, my friend hugged me and said, "see, it's not about what you vent always, the physical beauty. Look at you today, your confidence and true love for what you adore, is what makes you beautiful." I smiled at her and then, the self realization struck me about the world I made for myself and lived in.

When I arrived that day at the Convention Centre, I never expected the day to turn out that way. It was like someone wanted to tell me something in the way that I would understand. Like someone wanted to tell me that it’s not all about the beauty outside. And It was done through my best friend and a Mr. Quinn. They taught me that it’s about the confidence you possess and the way you carry yourself.  

From that day forward, I was filled with optimism about the physique. I started believing that Beauty is not about what’s on the outside, but all about what’s on the inside. It was indeed, a most memorable day. All thanks to my best friend!

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