Chapter 71 Chapter 15 At the National Assembly

I finally made it to the convention.I am in awe of the large canopy, the solemnly dressed voluntary staff, and the seniors sitting on the rostrum.At such a large gathering, I really don't know what to do with myself. The President's speech is like a book.It is impossible to read it from beginning to end, so only a few paragraphs. After the chairman's speech, it is the election of the proposal committee.Gokhli took me to a meeting of this committee. Sir Ferrozesha naturally agreed to adopt my proposal, but I don't know when and who proposed it to the proposal committee.Because every proposal has lengthy speeches, all in English, and there are always some well-known people supporting it.

My proposal is but a faint flute among the drums and gongs of those veterans, and my heart beats harder as the night draws on.As far as I can remember, every proposal that was finally put forward was rushed through.Everyone was eager to go.It was already eleven o'clock at night, and I didn't have the courage to get up and talk.I have met with Gokhli and he has seen my proposal. I leaned close to his seat and whispered to him, "Please help me." He said, "Your proposal has always been in my mind. You see how they pass various resolutions hastily. But I will not let you The proposal is lightly let go."

"So we're done?" asked Sir Ferozef Mehta. "No, no, there is still a proposal on South Africa. Mr. Gandhi has been waiting for it for a long time," Gokhley cried. "Have you read his proposal?" Ser Ferozer asked. "certainly." "what do you think?" "very good." "Bring it up, Gandhi, then." I read out my proposal tremblingly.Gokhley seconded. "Unanimously adopted," they all cried. "You have five minutes to speak, Gandhi," Mr Huacha said.This program is far from satisfying me.No one was impatient to learn about the proposal, everyone was eager to go, and since Gokhli had already seen the proposal, it was assumed that no one else needed to see or understand it!

I was worried about my speech that morning.What should I say in five minutes?I had made quite good preparations myself, but I was at a loss for words.I had decided not to read from a script, but to speak extemporaneously, but the oratory skills I had developed in South Africa seemed to be gone. When it was my turn to propose a motion, Mr. Hua Qia called out my name.I stood up, my hair dizzy.I finished reading the proposal anyway.A poem he had written in praise of the foreign immigrants was printed and circulated among the delegates.I read the poem aloud and it talked about the plight of immigrants in South Africa.At this moment, Mr. Huacha rang the bell.I'm pretty sure I haven't talked for five minutes.I didn't know that the first bell was a warning and there were two minutes left.I have heard people talk for half an hour or three quarters of an hour, but no one rings the bell for them.I felt hurt and sat down as soon as the bell rang.But I thought childishly at the time that the poem contained an answer to Pherozesha.The adoption of the resolution is out of the question.There was really no difference between the guests and the delegates at the convention; everyone raised their hands, and all the bills passed unanimously.

My proposal passed that way too, so it lost all importance to me.But the fact that the Assembly adopted the proposal is enough to please me.The approval of the conference is equivalent to the national approval, which is enough to make everyone feel happy.