One thing off my bucket list :)

It all started in the first semester. Having heard that the college has a Theatre club I wanted to join that, not robotics or the computer society. I'm not boasting but its been a long time dream to act, rather learn to act and there I had a lovely opportunity and yes I grabbed it. There were auditions and yay I got in :D

January comes and everything begins to unfold slowly. Theatron Anna Univ, started off with the reading and then there came blocking ( yes, I can scene-potufy with technical terms) And we started rehearsals.Though I skipped like a zillion of them, I had the best time with the people there. We bonded easily and had way too much fun. Here is my look down the memory lane in no particular order:

Gokul:  Such a fun guy. Being a final year he bonds amazingly with juniors, kudos for that. Coming to your character, THE LION :D :D :D He's the show's highlight. With the orange wig and the suit, he made us erupt with laughter everytime he came on stage :) You were the first guy i got introduced to in the group. You are a total win in whatever you do.

Vikram: Such a nice chap and a brilliant actor. Extremely dedicated. A great inspiration to everyone who acts along. And as Amitash says," None has to inspire you, you have to inspire yourself" Such actors are rare and you are the only one I personally know. Was a great pleasure knowing you and glad that I found a good friend in you. Hero :)

Amitash: Our director :) Just like how he scares the people in the team he decided to scare the crowd by playing a Ghost :D Extreme talent, great experience and it was a great privilege working under you :) May you reap success in whatever you do :)

Merwin: I don't know why but I see him as a brother since the initial days of Theatron (No ice vechufying, this is truth) There are really few people who are nice to everyone without any reason but just because they are nice. Merwin is one such guy. You are such a warm person and I really feel sad not to have known you earlier.

Prashanth, Nishok and Shyam: We share not just the scene but many moments together :) It was great fun spending time with you and these moments shall not be forgotten easily :) Hope we stay in touch.

Siona: Such an animated personality. Best person to have fun. I'd spend all day with you without getting bored :D  Have I told you? You are my faaaaaaaavorite in the whole team :D I love you.

PS: Thanks for letting me play angry birds on your phone :D


Archna: Whatay voice man! You are soooo much fun. The way you mock Merwin and Sundaram haha, best moments. I'll never forget your "Lift up your puny orb" :D We shall have more fun in the next production.

Ayshwarya: The Mermaid :D  It was great fun to see you, Archna and Siona mock Gomes and Sundharam :D. It takes courage to pull off such a role and you were brilliant :) Hope we get another chance to work together.

Vijay: Macha! Bandito! Jogehsty! Assistant Director! :D How do I call you? Semma fun chatting with you during rehearsals. The Bandit role can 't be pulled off by anyone except you. I'll never forget these moments spent in your company.

Sundharam: Whatay sacrifice you made for the role :P None can ever forget your mokkais Mr. Gym body. The amount of work you put into this production, massive! Take a bow :)

Anjana: Not to forget the lead "who blew fresh air into the play" as said by many. You are an amazing actress and I really wish I had seen your performance in Fire and the Rain. It was amazing spending time with you and hope we relive this during the next production.

Abi and Anu: I seriously can't recollect what all I spoke to who between the two of you. So here we go. The surprise element of our team :D The highlight scene and the way you built up to the show with a gazillion changes in dialogues and design. It was great working with you :)

Nivetha: We started speaking like during the very end of the production and you are TOTAL FUN. Wish I knew you earlier. You are electric I tell you :D Hope we work in the next production and I'm sure I'll have a blast.

Not to forget M.T and  Advaith :) Great job guys.

I did not plan on writing a post like this till a few minutes back. I woke up and I felt so emotional after a long time. I seriously had tears, when we were huddling and giving hugs to each other before the show. I don't know if it was happiness, nervousness or the feeling that this day will never come again. It was such an emotional moment when we were holding hands for the prayer. I guess you all felt that too. Love you guys and I'd give anything to relive this one month that passed in a swish. Hope we all stay in touch for a long time to come. You guys who began with being a part of the crew I acted in, ended up becoming a part of my life. I found a friend, a really good one, in everyone of you. I'll miss you guys like crazy. We have one more show to do tonight and I will have the time of my life. I seriously need a hug right now. EVERY ONE OF YOU ARE SIMPLY AWESOME. I can't wait to start our next production :) And I really hope I'm a part of it.


This post means so much to me just as everyone of you :) You people have magic in you. 




Loads of love.


Vi,vi,vi,vi... Vignesh :)

What-to-name-it -4

I was sitting there watching him. He was probably 4-6 years old. You would expect such a kid to either smile or cry all the time but he was terrified. It could be seen in his eyes. He looked around. There were strangers all around him. His fear seemed to rise by the passing minute. There was this guy standing close to the kid. Must be his dad. Even his presence did not comfort him. I assumed even he was not against that which was going to happen. The kid must have felt let down by his own dad. The guy with the blade came nearer. The kid started screaming. All I could do was to sit and watch the kid scream while he got his haircut done. 

What-to-name-it -3

This story will have a cold ending.


It was a couple of hours after sunrise. His hands were frantically moving in random directions, his face had the weirdest expression. He could hear his mom screaming from a distance but couldn't quite figure out what she was speaking. His eyes were bloodshot. Suddenly pristine white froth started coming out of his mouth. None was around. The screaming continued, the froth ceased. His hands came to a rest. He could hear what she was screaming. The coffee was turning cold.

What to name it -2

It was a warm day and the happenings added more warmth to it. He had a wide grin, couldn't stop smiling. He came into the drawing room. You know people say that the smile of a baby cannot be compared with anything else? Well, it can be compared with that of a 70 year old's toothless grin. His friend was waiting for him. He started narrating the day's happenings and all through the narration he was beaming with happiness. The friend was listening intently and he wished he'd have such an experience soon. The old man finished his narration and soon a tinge of sadness filled his face. A sudden thought cast a dark shadow on his mind. It will be one more week, seven days before his son would visit him. Till then he'd spend the time listening to others in the old age home narrate their days with their children.

What-to-name-it -1

She couldn't meet his eyes. It was a cold day. Still, he made her sweat. She felt his breath on her neck. It made her more uncomfortable. She felt like she had no control. Her hands were busy. She couldn't move. The push and pull that existed between him and her defied gravity, inertia and what not. He could see the solitary bead of sweat moving down her forehead, run through the cheeks and disappear. She tried to push her hair off her face, she indeed looked beautiful. It went on for a while, the push and pull looked wild, beast like. And finally she gave a sigh of relief. It was over. The conductor blew the whistle and she finally got down from the bus.

A life is a life is a life

Life's a bitch,
That last minute hitch.
Throws you lemons,
Shows you demons.


Life's double the time I spend on facebook,
Its the last page of my notebook.


Life's a satire sung to sad tunes,
Life's a parody of pathos.


Its the dawn that never broke,
Full of hearts which were silent and never spoke.


Sometimes it sucks to the core,
Otherwise its simply a bore.


Life's poetry that doesn't rhyme,
Often there's not much time.


Life's you,
Life's me,
It gets better when we say we.


Its the smell of a new born,
Sweet like the cream on corn.


Life is when you feel every letter,
Sometimes it just can't get any better.


Life is hot coffee in the morning,
Atleast once a day it gets annoying.


Life's a goodnight's sleep,
Same law for the poor and the rich.
And all in all life's a bitch.

Symbiosis.

The game of snooker has 15 balls and still needs a cue ball to direct them on to the pockets. 


Life as such can be described in analogy with the game of snooker. There are times when one stands in the middle of the infinite corridor called life without any sense of direction, probably running in circles in search of something that he already has or something that he'll never attain. Thats the point where one feels low and slow, where one needs the warmth of another person. 

Mathematically humans are a set of mutually dependent variables where the probability of success and failure of each person is in someway tied to the others'. But where does the dependency come from?  Why is it that we have friends when the success rate of one of them is inversely proportional to the success rate of the remaining people. In most cases the competitive peers end up being the best of friends. School kids for example. At the age of 5 or 6 a kid being genuinely happy for his friend having scored a hundred in a math test while he scored less is the magic that binds people together. Sadly this fails to exist beyond a certain age. Love and friendship is lost when jealousy dominates competition. 


At one point man stands all alone, having to decide things all by himself, where none will help or can help with deciding. There comes into play, the force called motivation from another person. A few kind words can make all the difference. Even the strongest of men break down. At that point what one needs is a pair of hands to wipe the tears. Silence, patience and trust are the best gifts one can get from a friend when he confesses about a mistake.
A small hug. 
A friendly smile from a stranger. 
"Yes, you can" from your teacher. 
"You suck" from an enemy, 
"You will rot in hell" from your ex.
All these are words that will make a significant change in the way you see things the moment after you experience them. 

Even god wades through the dark with the assurance that some mortal who is travelling somewhere nearby is muttering his name.