Monday, August 5, 2013

How to Skin a Giraffe

It’s been ages since I stopped doing many things that was very much a part of my life. So, grabbed the chance when a friend invited me to this play, “How to Skin a Giraffe” that was staged in Rangashankara.

Most of us are into a delusion that plays are for the intellectuals. I say, the delusion by itself is a delusion! (Honestly, I could not relate the title of the play with what they showcased on stage. Not that I was expecting the artists to demonstrate skinning a giraffe, simply put, I just didn’t get it man!). Having said that, I was looking forward to a highly incomprehensible play, which might lull me to sleep or give me an ego crunch.

Sitting among a sophisticated crowd that dressed mostly in crisp cottons (the Fab India types), and a bunch of sophisticated, intellectual, and crazy (ex) colleagues/friends made me feel like a duck in a parliament of owls (ahh…finally putting the collective noun to use!). Luckily, I got a place in the second row – less chances of getting distracted by the owls.

The play begun with soothing live music and artists entering the stage, acting like puppets - good enough to trigger the thought, “100 mins of boredom awaits”. Fifteen minutes of that and the play took a twist. The dialogues shifted from English to Hindi and then to Tamil, Kanada, and Malayalam, and were quite simple to comprehend. The artists brought a palette of brilliant expressions on their face. The music became more interesting – kept me wondering how such outstanding music can be produced using simple instruments such as a mouth organ, lute, chimes, and so on. The use of properties was creative and the occasional interactions with the audience made the play even more interesting.

I came out with a flushed face (of merry and laughter), satisfied that I did something awesome after sluggishly spending months, doing nothing that I can talk or blog about. Keeping my fingers crossed that I spend the rest of the year enjoying similar “blogable” stuff! ;)



Tuesday, May 14, 2013

You are where I Belong



I lived my life so long, not knowing you exist
When I met you, my destiny took a twist
You made me fly without wings
Filled my heart full of yearnings

I don’t know what took over, destiny or luck
But we both were love struck
Neither you nor I could hold the secret
Maybe cupid shot us with a musket!

Every second we spend together
I wished it to last a little more, like forever
Every second we spend apart
I wished it fleeted fast

When this long wait comes to an end
I’ll show my yearns that are now penned
Even if the wait lasts lifelong
Baby, you are where I belong



The English Teacher


Something worth sharing…

"Wife, child, brothers, parents, friends... We come together only to go apart again. It is one continuous movement. They move away from us as we move away from them. The law of life cannot be avoided. The law comes into operation the moment we detach ourselves from our mother's womb. All struggle and misery in life is due to our attempt to arrest this law or get away from it or in allowing ourselves to be hurt by it. The fact must be recognized. A profound unmitigated loneliness is the only truth in life. All else is false... Loved ones...They scatter apart like the droplets of a water spray. The law of life. No sense in battling against it."

A different genre of fiction that I finished reading today had the above lines in the last but one page. Of all the lines in the hundred and eighty four page book, this impelled me to blog again, after a long time. To accept the realities of life is indeed difficult. But, life goes on no matter what and at the end; to not to love yourself is ignominious of your presence in this universe!