Down the memory lane...

The crowd was huge. The uproar lifted the RC building whenever a name was announced. He straightened the turban and cleared his throat. The coat was a little long but that was not a major problem. How is he going to face the crowd? How is he going to inspire the crowd?
The speakers cried "Here comes mahakavi bharathiar". His palms began to sweat. He walked with his knees together as if they have been glued to each other. The crowd was so focussed which made his palms sweat further. Gathering all the confidence that he had, he stepped up the stage and faced the crowd. Hundreds of faces with anticipation. The mike was a little higher. A person came up and adjusted it promptly.
Have you ever scanned hundreds of faces in a second and found a known face? Many of us have not. But on that day he did. He found a familiar face in the crowd watching him through the window. He opened his mouth and started saying the famous "odi vilayadu" song. The anticipation in the faces vanished. It was not replaced by inspiration either. Instead there was a myriad of expressions. His palms were drenched in sweat.
The audacious, bodacious bharatiar will not do that. The words didn't come out of his mouth. His ears didn't hear anything, his eyes were wide open and gazing at the audience as if they were from abyss. The mike which usually amplifies the sound, seemed to operate in the opposite way. The song seemed to be lasting for ages. The audience didn't understand what they heard. After what seemed to be like a millennium he got down from the stage. He didn't hear the applause which lasted just for 10 nanoseconds!
After a while...
The speaker cried again "second prize... Bharatiar from UKG-B!!"