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Arena of Debate, By Guransh Singh

In the arena of words, we stand tall, Voices echo, hearts exhale. Arguments clash, like waves on the shore, Each point a battle, each rebuttal a roar! Sleepless nights, thoughts jumbled, Seeking truth, in the debater’s mind. Victory sweet, yet scared, In every loss, a tear falls!

Hi Readers,

You would not usually find me writing about my debates, but these debates are special! Let me take you on a journey through the most challenging Debate Tournament I have ever experienced.

It was a regular Tuesday afternoon. I was sitting in my favorite corner of the library, surrounded by stacks of books and the comforting hum of silence. My phone buzzed with a new email notification. I opened it, expecting another routine message. Little did I know, this email would change everything.

“Congratulations! You have been invited to participate in the Indian Premier League Debate Tournament.”

I took it in normal, not fully aware of the magnitude of this invitation. After all, I had participated in numerous debates before. What could be so different about this one?

You might wonder, what is so special about this tournament? After all, WSC, WSDC, and MUNs are way tougher and have participants from across the world. I have participated in various international and national competitions, but in India, if you are not a native, Indian debaters are very aggressive to win. Everyone aims for the first spot. Schools pressurize them to mold better debaters, and this might work. India is always in the Top 10 Countries despite the fact we are not native to English.

Teams for debaters are not chosen; they are made. I could have anyone chosen by my mentor. I happened to have two members who were not good debaters.

Day 1: The Struggle

Day 1 was the worst. We did not perform well, and the results were to be announced the next day. The tension was palpable. My teammates were nervous, and I could see the fear in their eyes.

Day 2: The Downfall

Day 2 went bad as well. It was a good two days for me, but not for the team. We struggled, we fought, but it seemed like the odds were against us.

Day 3: The Heartbreak

When Day 3 arrived, we were all tense. The results will be anounced today! Pakced in suits we enterd the hall,

The anouncer begain!

“Ladies and Gentleman Please settle down we are starting with qualifications,

Teams “Vivaad Ke Baazigar” has sadly not made it to Day 3

DinDoniaters have made it to day Now after the 35 teams which have qualified, We will share the best speaker standings. We have Guransh Singh as the Best Speaker for the first 3 Days, Ratings will change after the tournamnet is over!”

Everyone was sad. It was their first tournament, and I was a senior to them seeing them cry was disapointing.

Yet, amidst the disappointment, I received the Best Speaker award in the tournament.

To cheer up with a silly joke, I began

“Winning isn’t everything. It’s the journey, the effort, and the bond we create that matters. You all did your best, and that’s what counts.”

One of my teammates, with tears in her eyes, replied, “Thank you for believing in us. This experience has taught us so much.”

We ate the cupcakes my teammates bough with pure joy!

All my debates ended like this, with lessons learned and bonds strengthened.

Thank you for reading. This journey was more than just a competition; it was a testament to resilience, teamwork, and the spirit of never giving up.

I hope this story resonates with you. Have you ever faced a similar challenge? How did you overcome it?

By Guransh Singh

Student