Once upon a time in grade 6, I ended up becoming a radio jockey, and I didn't even know what that meant! Yep, you read it right. Picture this: Radio Paryabaran 104.2 MHz, a radio station specially made for kids like me, gave me the chance.


Now, let's rewind to that memorable day. Radio Paryabaran was so close to my school, Jugal English Secondary School, that it was practically our next-door neighbor. A senior, who lived even closer, had a brilliant idea that we students should host a radio program about our school. Our vice-principal loved the idea. But here's the kicker – the guy who came up with the plan suddenly got stage fright and didn't want to host it. Haha! Can you believe it? So, they decided I was the chosen one to be the first-ever radio host for Jugal School.


Maybe you remember my last blog post where we sang a One Direction song at the school assembly? Well, that's probably why they picked me – I was kinda famous among the seniors.


So, off I went, innocent and all, saying "yes" to this adventure. Our vice-principal was all in, and I thought I'd be chatting with a few friends, you know, the usual suspects. But boy, was I in for a surprise!


Our ECA coordinator, Mr. Kavir Shakya, scooped me up, along with my buddy Avi Khadka, and the radio preparations began. The best part? It was a recorded program, so we could mess up as much as we wanted, as long as we didn't annoy the radio station owner. Piece of cake, right?


They told us to interview our Scout teacher, Mr. Kabiraj Maharjan, about scouting and how it helps students grow. My buddy and I were ready, knowing we had a safety net to fall back on. The fun part was planning the questions and who'd ask what. We wrote everything down in our notebooks, even threw in a few jokes to spice up the show. We even showed it to our Scout Teacher to keep him in the loop. I mean, even live interviews are scripted, so why not this?


Fast forward to the big day. We zipped off to Badegaun, where the radio station was hiding. A quick 20-minute ride from school, and I squeezed onto the motorbike with the vice-principal, while Avi rode shotgun behind me. And don't worry about the two-people-on-a-bike rule; it's a common sight around here!


We arrived at the radio station, and my eyes lit up with excitement. I had imagined a huge studio, but guess what? It was more like a tiny room, with sound-absorbing stuff all over, a headphone, and a microphone connected to some mysterious gizmo. Can't remember what it was exactly, but it definitely wasn't a computer. There was a monitor, some regular computer stuff, and a weird device with flashy buttons.


We cautiously poked at those buttons for a bit, making sure not to press anything we shouldn't. Then, in a hurry, our Scout Teacher showed up – probably forgot about us, thanks to the vice-principal's persistent phone calls.


And so, the comedy show began. Before we even started, the guy in the studio snapped our picture and told us to smile. But let me tell you, nobody was smiling, except maybe our Scout Teacher, who might have a permanent grin – even when he's mad. Take a look at the photo; you decide how things were going!


 

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Alright, back to business. We started asking questions to Kabiraj sir. Three minutes in, the guy in the studio bursts out with, "Haha! Sorry, I forgot to record it. Silly me." Yep, that guy was a real goofball. I still can't believe we made it three minutes without a single goof-up, but things went south from there.


We had to start all over again, and oh boy, did we mess up! We forgot questions, threw in jokes where they didn't fit, and our teacher kept asking for do-overs to give better answers. It was like a comedy show on steroids.


After hours of hilarious chaos, we finally wrapped it up. Time to head home. Before leaving, our Scout Teacher handed us a Baden Powell woggle, which was a big deal. While our classmates sported regular woggles, me and Avi were rocking the Baden Powell woggle.


The program was set to air at 5 pm on Monday. I told all my friends to tune in on their phones and radios at 104.2 MHz. Sadly, I couldn't listen to my own voice and the program because I had scout classes every Monday. The program ran till 5:30, and I raced home, getting there at 5:25. I might have missed hearing my own radio debut, but what I saw at home was pure gold. My family and our house owner were gathered around the radio, listening with rapt attention, and my mom had tears of joy in her eyes.


And there you have it, the hilarious and heartwarming tale of how a clueless sixth-grader stumbled into the world of radio and became the talk of the town.