Article: Another Honour

Being famous is not only to be an intellectual but to be a person whom one can trust and point out frauds out of. It reminds me of my professor who wanted to be a first-class public speaker. At that time it was a great matter of self pride if you were enquired such a question from that person who was already capable to look up to. I could merely understand that eager look on his face even though I was not a suitable person to answer.  As being speaker of the school’s assembly, I strived to be my country’s governmental spokesperson, I did have the faintest bit of idea to guide my professor on how to work on your accents, to take sides on arguments and convey your thoughts with ease. Professor Argos sees himself as a lunatic man unable to make sense out of a dialogue. He was famed to be a person with that unbeatable potential whom no one could succeed.If anyone ever asks me which platform I would have chosen that would be debating.  Speaking in public extemporaneously and adhering to a single topic is something that I particularly enjoy. Professor Argos had a similar childhood. He suffers from that severe nostalgia which gives him a flashback of wandering around in Brambly Woods, writing essays; articles and poems to reflect his inner integrity. He never bragged about receiving awards on his quick-witted mind’s art work in the form of written and vocal rather he kept it secret until it was required. Professor Argos’s speeches had a unique speciality. They were, above all, to the point and avoided verbosity to the fullest to refrain from the lack of interest shown by the audience.  I obtain an intention to supersede my professor, or rather strive to produce better results than him. Professor Argos has not yet shown the slightest intention to discourage me. He was the one who put the first brick forward to bring me success and that leaves me in question that how can I ever repay him. It was a matter of time before my first parliamentary debate was added in my life’s timeline. Even from the endless support of my peers, Professor Argos’s comfort was beyond regard. It helped me to speak publicly in a very calm and composed manner, just like him and dress in an equally pulchritudinous manner and to make my competitors relinquish or cede. Because of Professor Argos’s endless support for me made me touch the stars, by taking the glimmering Debating Society’s trophy home. In my victory speech what I said had evidently touched the wretched hearts of my spectators for the way I mentioned the contributions of my professor. The Jury was heartfelt and found a list of Professor Argos’s achievements throughout his life, from a soldier to what he is now, a Pantaloon. No one ever knew, until then, that those hundred awards he had won for his marvellous character not only for his naturally gifted way of good speaking but for writing theatre plays, essays, articles and very few novels in French and German. On the very spot, it was perfectly well understood that Professor Argos had received another honour for his non-languidly help for others, and especially me.