By Charu Prabha Prabakaran,
Publication Date: 2026-08-18 12:00:00
I had signed up to be an emcee. Voluntarily. But as the day got closer, reality hit. Harsha, my co-host and a fellow Cisconian, was a seasoned emcee. I was a first-time host, just two months into my first job, fresh out of college, and someone who lives with social anxiety — the hyper-aware kind, where the outside world feels loud and my heart beats fast. I was up the night before figuring out what to wear, as if the right outfit could somehow make me feel ready. My brother said, “You will do it. You can.” I held onto those words and went to sleep.
The next morning was a different kind of chaos — I was entirely in my head. How many people will come? Will I go blank on stage? Will the questions I ask even land?
The day before, Harsha and I worked on the script together, going through everything, line by…

