20/02/2026
The year was 2025, and DLC was planning.
Outlines on rough papers, topics in their crude form, and a dream hovering somewhere between ambition and audacity. Yet vision, as often is its manner, bides its time. And so it waited.
The calendar shed its skin.
5th January 2026.
A meeting convened in the basement of the library: a table, scattered pages, and heads bent in rapt attention. Amid ideas sparring with hesitation, a thought emerged:
“Why not amalgamate speech and Bait Baazi?”
What momentarily sounded certifiably nuts became irrepressible.
“What appellation should encapsulate this dream?”
“Bayaan.”
Etymologically rooted in Arabic ب ي ن, meaning to explain, the word held the exact substance envisioned.
And thus commenced the journey.
Animated by a combustive fervour radiating from conviction itself, the team surrendered wholly to the rulebook; days bled into nights; lists were revised in recursive succession. Obstacles did rise, seemingly intimidating, yet were crushed beneath a sonorous crescendo of resolve, something that the firmament bore witness to.
And time performed its silent attrition upon the edifice of the present, until the last night before the event, when the whole world was asleep except DLC, perfecting every final detail to ensure smooth fruition.
16th February, 2026.
The vision, long incubated in our encephalons as an audacity bordering on delirium, now acquired substance and contour, beneath the stage lights and grandiose walls of Ibn-e-Sina auditorium. An erudite cohort of declaimers and poets gathered at BUHSCK, poised beneath the scrutiny of K-town’s most discerning connoisseurs of language.
The day unfurled like a codex in itself, with speeches and verses reverberating across the wall of the auditorium before conceding to the expectant hush preceding the results. In that interstice, we realised:
We were making history.
Bayaan materialised because a team refused to let the vision crumble, because the leadership maintained its axis under pressure, because support was extended with sincerity, and of course, because participants entrusted us with that most delicate instrument, their words.
With deepest gratitude,
DLC
