Chapter 37: The Investiture Ceremony

A few weeks later,

At school,

Investiture Ceremony:

(The parents' enclosure was elegantly set up under a shaded canopy, adorned with fresh planters and neatly arranged chairs. Among the well-dressed audience, Vikram and Naina stood out effortlessly.

Vikram wore a tailored formal pant and shirt, the subtle hues of his attire complementing his confident demeanor.

Beside him, Naina exuded grace in a floral cotton saree, the sleeveless blouse adding a touch of modernity to her classic look.

Both wore their sunglasses, which only accentuated their sophisticated charm.

They sat in their designated seats, exchanging polite nods with the other parents around them.

The excitement of the event was palpable, yet they carried themselves with an understated elegance, their expressions calm but attentive.)

The march past:

(The school marching band stood at one end of the ground, their instruments gleaming under the sun.

The band leader gave a sharp nod, and the first drumbeat echoed, steady and commanding.

The rhythmic sound of snare drums, accompanied by the brass section, filled the air, setting the tone for the event.

As the school marching band began to play, the rhythmic beats filled the air, drawing everyone's attention to the unfolding ceremony.)

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At the parent's enclosure:

(Vikram leaned back slightly in his chair, his sharp eyes following the precise movements of the students on the field. Naina sat upright, her hands clasped gently in her lap, a soft smile gracing her lips as she scanned the marching contingent.)

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March past:

(At the forefront of the formation, Kiaan, the Head Boy, led the march with unwavering confidence.

His crisp white uniform shone against the green backdrop of the school field, his strides measured and purposeful.

To his left, the Head Girl matched his steps with equal poise, her sash denoting the responsibility she bore with pride.

Directly behind them followed the other captains, their movements synchronized with military precision.

Among them was Kiara, the sports vice-Captain, her expression focused and determined.

Her sash draped across her shoulder and her uniform immaculate, she moved in perfect harmony with the beat, exuding a quiet authority that drew admiration from the crowd.)

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Parent's enclosure:

(Naina's gaze lingered on them, her heart swelling with a mix of emotions-pride, joy, and a touch of nostalgia.

Vikram, though composed, couldn't hide the slight upward curve of his lips as he watched his children embody leadership and discipline.)

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March past:

(Trailing behind the leaders, the houses marched in unison, each with their distinct banners fluttering in the light breeze.

First came the Chanakya House, their violet flags held high, reflecting their spirit of intellect and strategy.

Next, the students of Kakatiya House marched with their green flags, their steps firm and resolute, embodying their house's valor.

The Maurya House followed, clad in vibrant red, their strides confident, representing their house's resilience and strength.

Behind them came the Nalanda House. Mihika, the house captain, held up their blue flag, which swayed rhythmically, signifying their dedication to knowledge and learning.

Finally, the Vijaynagar House brought up the rear, their yellow colored banners glowing in the sunlight, representing their house's legacy of grandeur and ambition.

As the procession advanced, the band intensified their beats, their music echoing across the field and into the hearts of everyone present. Each student moved as part of a single unit, their faces reflecting pride and discipline. The synchronized steps created a visual rhythm, a display of unity and teamwork.

The march concluded with the entire contingent lining up in front of the dais, where the principal and other dignitaries awaited. The flags of each house were raised high, and the marching band concluded their performance with a final triumphant note, leaving the audience in awe of the remarkable display.)

Parent's enclosure:

(Vikram and Naina joined the applause, their hands meeting in a steady rhythm that echoed their pride as parents. They sat back, content to witness this remarkable milestone in their children's lives, cherishing every moment of the celebration.)

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Later,

(As the marching contingent settled into their positions, the prize distribution ceremony began.

The principal, flanked by the chief guest and other dignitaries, took the podium, the microphone crackling slightly before their warm voice echoed across the grounds.)

Principal: This is the moment we honor the hard work and dedication of our students.

(Her words were greeted with applause from the audience. And then, one by one, the names of the achievers were called out.

The students, dressed impeccably in their uniforms, walked up to the stage to collect their certificates and prizes.

Parents clapped enthusiastically, some cheering their children on as the announcer highlighted their accomplishments.

Kiaan's name was among those called. His name resonated through the air, earning an extra round of applause, especially from the students who admired him as the Head Boy.

He stepped forward from the line of achievers, his posture confident and his smile understated yet proud.)

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In the parent's enclosure:

(Vikram straightened slightly in his chair, his eyes gleaming with a father's quiet pride.)

Vikram: (proudly) Dekha? Hamara beta... Mr. Head boy!!!!

(Naina's eyes followed Kiaan as he moved toward the stage, his crisp steps embodying his composed demeanor.)

Naina: Hamesha ki tarah, calm and collected dikh raha hai. Par I know, andar se kitna excited feel kar raha hoga!!!!

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At the stage:

(Kiaan joined the line of students waiting for their turn to step up to the dignitaries. His face was calm, but there was a faint flicker of excitement in his eyes.

When he finally walked up to receive his certificate and prize, the crowd erupted in cheers once again.

The principal shook his hand, praising his academic and leadership skills, before handing him the award.

Kiaan thanked them graciously, his smile widening as he turned to face the camera for a photo before stepping off the stage.)

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From the parents' enclosure:

(Vikram and Naina clapped enthusiastically, exchanging a glance that said everything without words. Their boy wasn't just growing up; he was thriving.)

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Later,

(The atmosphere grew electric as the principal took the mic once again, signaling the moment everyone had been waiting for-the announcement of the All-Rounder Awards.

The air buzzed with anticipation as the audience, students, and parents leaned forward slightly, eager to see who would be honored with this prestigious recognition.)

Principal: (excitedly) This award is a surprise, given to one outstanding student from each grade who excels not only academically but in extracurricular activities, sports, and leadership. (smiles) Let's start with Grade 1.

(The names were called one by one, starting with the youngest students.

The little winners, overwhelmed and overjoyed, trotted up to the stage to collect their medals, their parents clapping proudly from the audience.

The pattern continued with each subsequent grade, the suspense building steadily.

By the time it was 11th Grade's turn, the tension among the students was palpable.)

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In the assembly line:

(Kiara nudged Kiaan mischievously, her face lit with a teasing grin.)

Kiara: Oye Kiaan!!!! Ready ho jaao, bhaai.... (whispers) Phir se stage pe phir se jaana hai!!!

Kiaan: (rolls his eyes, but a smirk played on his lips) aisa kuch nahi hai... I feel someone else is going to get it this time!!!!

Kiara: har saal toh, tumhe hi milta hai!!!! dekhna iss saal bhi, you will get it!!!!

(And the announcement was made)

Announcer: And the All-Rounder medal, for Grade 11 goes to....

(she pauses dramatically before revealing the name. Kiara looked at Kiaan with a wide grin, playfully teasing him)

Announcer: the medal goes to....

KIARA SABHARWAL!!!

(Kiara froze. Her eyes widened in disbelief, and her hand instinctively flew to her mouth.)

Kiara: kya???

(Beside her, Kiaan's face broke into the widest grin yet. Without warning, he patted her back so hard she almost stumbled forward.)

Kiaan: Congratulations, Miss All-Rounder!!!!

(He exclaimed so loudly, that the other students around them began to chuckle.

Kiara turned to glare at him for the enthusiastic shove, but the shock and joy on her face betrayed her emotions.

Her cheeks flushed as the applause erupted around her, and her friends cheered her on.)

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In the parents' enclosure:

(Vikram and Naina exchanged delighted looks. Naina clasped her hands together, her eyes shimmering with pride.)

Naina: (her voice filled with wonder) Maine kabhi life mein nahi socha tha ki, Kiara ko kabhi all-rounder ka medal milega!!!!

Vikram: (chuckles, shaking his head slightly) I think Kiara is also feeling the same!!!! Yeh ladki aise shock ho rahi hai, jaise yeh deserve nahi karti. Look at her.

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On the stage:

(Kiara walked up the stage, her steps steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

The medal was placed around her neck, the weight of it feeling surreal. The applause grew louder as she gave a small bow and a radiant smile before turning to face the audience.

From the crowd, Kiaan let out a loud whistle, his hands clapping enthusiastically as a wide grin stretched across his face.

His pride for Kiara was evident, and he didn't care who noticed.

However, his celebratory antics caught the sharp gaze of one of the teachers standing near the stage.

She turned her head in his direction, her eyes narrowing slightly, the universal look of a teacher who expected decorum. Kiaan caught her eye almost instantly, freezing mid-whistle.

His grin faltered for a moment, and he quickly dropped his hands to his sides, coughing lightly to mask his sheepishness.

He straightened his posture, giving an innocent, exaggerated nod of approval toward the stage.

The teacher's stern expression softened slightly, and she turned her attention back to the ceremony.

As Kiara descended the stage, the medal gleaming against her uniform, she caught Kiaan's eye.

He gave her an exaggerated thumbs-up, and she shook her head, trying to suppress her grin.

The moment was one of pure pride and joy-a memory that would stay etched in their hearts forever.)

Later,

(The ceremony had come to a close, and the crowd began dispersing.

Parents moved toward the ground to congratulate their children, while students gathered in small groups, buzzing with excitement over the day's events.

Amidst the celebratory chaos, Kiaan and Kiara made their way through the crowd, their medals glinting in the sunlight.

Vikram and Naina stood near the parents' enclosure, waiting patiently. Vikram had his hands in his pockets, a relaxed yet proud smile on his face.

Naina adjusted the pallu of her saree, her eyes scanning the sea of students until they landed on the twins approaching. Her face lit up instantly.)

Naina: (nudging Vikram) There they are!!

Vikram: (teasing) dekho toh zaraa.... Apne superstars!!!!

Kiaan: Well? Kaisa laga hamara performance?

Naina: (pulls them into a quick hug) Kiaan!!! tumhaare march past ka toh jawaab hi nahi.

Kiara: Arrey, Mumma.... mera medal bhi toh dekho!!!!

(She pulled back slightly and pointing at the medal proudly hanging around her neck.)

Naina: (beaming) Dekha beta, medal bhi dekha. meri All-Rounder beti!!!! I am so proud of you!!!!

Kiara: (looks up, her cheeks flushes slightly) maine toh socha hi nahi tha, ki mera naam aayega!!!

Kiaan: haan...... yeh toh shock mein hi chali gayi thi!!!!

Vikram: (shakes his head, his voice firm but affectionate) Shock? Tumhe, confident hona chahiye tha, Kiara.... Tumne jitni mehnat ki hai, iss saal.... yeh toh hona hi tha. (He places a hand on her shoulder) papa is also proud of you, beta.

Kiara: thanks papa!!!!

Naina: (smiles) Dekho na, Vikram ji.... hamare dono bacche bahut hi kamaal ke hain!!!! Ek Head Boy aur ek All-Rounder. We couldn't have asked for more.

(Kiara, never one to miss an opportunity, smirked.)

Kiara: Bas, bas, Mom. Humare taareef karte raho, aur hum aur medals leke aayenge.

Kiaan: (rolls his eyes) Bahut bada dil hai tumhara, na? Medal le aaya toh taareef maangna bhi zaroori hai.

Kiara: (shoots back, grinning) Jealousy detected!!!!

Vikram: (chuckles, raising his hand) Bas karo, tum dono. Aaj tumhara hi din hai. No fights, no teasing.

Naina: (smiles) toh... ab kya karna hai? do you want to go out for lunch???

Kiaan: (hesitantly) actually, hum log soch rahe thay ki aaj lunch ke liye friends ke saath program bana lein. Is that okay with you?

(Vikram glanced at Naina, his eyebrows raising slightly, and then nodded.)

Vikram: yeah.... why not? Go ahead, beta. Have fun!!!!

Naina: (smiles softly) Haan, bilkul. Tum dono jaao and enjoy!!

(Before they could turn to leave, Vikram stopped them.)

Vikram: Wait, wait. Kuch paise chahiye ho, toh bata do. main UPI kar dunga.

(He reached into his pocket as though he were ready to transfer immediately. Kiaan laughed and shook his head.)

Kiaan: Nahi, Papa, we're good. Paise hain hamare paas. Don't worry.

Vikram: (smiles) theek hai.... But still, if you need anything, just let me know, okay?

Kiara: Okay, Papa.

Naina: Kiara, aaj lunch ke baad relax kar lena. I told Purab that you are taking an off today.

Kiara: thank you, mumma!!!!

Naina: chalo... you guys carry on... and Kiara, I'll see you tomorrow at the race track!!!

(The twins nodded their heads and turned to leave. They walked over to their group of friends, their laughter blending with the lively chatter of the crowd.

Vikram and Naina stood silently for a moment, watching their kids walk away, their medals gleaming in the sunlight. Vikram's hands rested casually in his pockets, his expression a mix of pride and wistfulness.)

Vikram: Dekho, Naina.... aaj feel ho raha hai ki yeh dono, kitne bade ho gaye hain!!!! mujhe toh inn dono ke school ka first day yaad aa raha hai... jab main inhe, nursery ki class ke liye, chhodne aaya tha!!!!

Naina: Kiaan se apna bag nahi sambhaala jaata tha... aur Kiara roz school nahi jaane le liye roti rehti thi!!!!

Vikram: (laughs) haan... but sometimes I do feel ki, life kaafi jaldi nikalte jaa rahi hai.... abhi, kal tak woh dono, hamaare peeche padhe rehte thay ki, saath mein lunch karna hai...... aur ab, apne friends ke saath ja rahe hain!!!!

Naina: (smiles, her eyes following their retreating figures) they have grown up!!!! They're strong, independent, and grounded.

Vikram: and that's all thanks to you!!! you were their constant anchor!!!!

Naina: hum dono, Vikram ji!!!! It was a joint effort!!!!

(As they left the school grounds, they couldn't help but feel a quiet, profound joy-proud parents of two incredible kids stepping confidently into the world.)

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Author's Note

Did this scene take you down memory lane? Did you find yourself reminiscing about your own school's Investiture Ceremony—the anticipation, the pride, and of course, the never-ending speeches?

The synchronized march past, the fluttering house banners, the excitement of prize distribution, and the whispered jokes among friends—weren't those moments unforgettable? Maybe you were the one proudly receiving an award, or perhaps you were in the audience, clapping and cheering for your classmates. And let’s be honest, who doesn’t remember the struggle of sitting through a long speech, secretly hoping for it to end?

Let me know—what’s your favorite Investiture Ceremony memory? I'd love to hear your stories!