Lost voice

Note: This is really a non-incident.

I was traveling by bus and absentmindedly listening to jingles on radio. There was this jingle mimicking Sachin Tendulkar and Siddhu. I suddenly noticed how Sachin hasn't lost his kid-voice (or 'broken his voice-box'). By breaking voice-box, I mean all those hormonal changes changing your appearance, senses including deepening your voice.

I distinctly remember when it happened to me. I had gone to a school-trip, may be in 9th std (14 years); to Pune. While going I was this geeky kid; carrying a full-fledged bedding (was I alone carrying it?), lots of eatables, sitting on a front-bench, staring out of window admiring the nature. Returning back, I was kind of transformed; mixing with naughty kids of the class, eagerly lapping up the (made-up) stories of experience with opposite-sex, taking pride in occupying the back-bench, demonstrating macho attitude (despite of my thin frame). All the vociferous boisterousness led to me losing my voice. So far, everything as expected.

Days went by and sub-consciously I was waiting to regain my real voice. I was sounding totally strange to myself. As if somebody else was speaking out my thoughts. As the time went by and from the comments from elders, reality sunk in. I have to live with this awful sound of my voice for the whole life. That was heart-breaking. I had a sense of loss. Something close to me got left behind, never to be reacquired. Those few days were bit tumultuous.

I did enjoy some admiration of my deep voice among my school-mates. In fact, during my second year at PICT, my entry in classroom (whenever I got in late) got quite legendary with my deep exclaiming question 'may I come in Sir'.