Doable resolution?

This new year
"coulda shoulda woulda"
no more.

Oh how my heart breaks!

She says Vile! He asks Are you ok?

No, this is just one of the consequences of falling astray

Sometimes the dualities, they altercate

To articulate to own self here is where I lay

Today, however, they overwhelmingly agree

Both say,

Hail to the most real fake you will ever see!

In some parallel universe, maybe the twain meet

She’s pure gasoline

and he’s the match

waiting for her to be spread

so he could set her on fire.

Both get burnt

to reach their logical end.

They might as well be-

A magnet

and cold steel.

Motion

to a relentless wheel.

Judgment

for an appeal.

The fallen victim and

the banana peel.

You remember you once asked me for one analogy?
You're the God, I'm your endless eulogy.

What the 'f' man, I feel romantic today!

Vaguely inspired by Aniruddha's post. Damn you.

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Little good, little bad

Little crazy, little sane

Little tender, little rough

Little talkative, little listener

Little manly, little feminine

Little conservative, little show-off

Little ascetic, little hedonistic

Little sexy, little ugly

Little clean, little messy

Little night-time, little early morning

Little horny, little 'lets-go-to-the-movies'

Little selfish, little giving

Little attentive, little distracted

Little hyper, little lazy

Little scruffy, little smooth

Little whiny, little uncomplaining

Little stinky, little 'I-smell-so-good-her-nose-follows-every-man-that-smells-like-me'

Little incomplete, little perfect

Little animal, little mushy

Little honest, little liar

Little 'marry-me!', little commitment phobic

You fit everything

My bipolar man

And immortality shall flourish...

                   Exactly how many times do you get such treatment?

 

                          Dual purpose pic: Shaadi.com plus YRF

The cast

Our play review!!!

Publication: Times Of India Ahmedabad;

Date: Dec 7, 2009

Courting reason 
SD Desai


    Theatre does not need great directors and actors to create its magic. In Sankalp’s ‘Silence! The Court is in Session’, Archita as Leena Benare, projected by young directors Neha and Gaurav in the centre in front with the red spot pinpointing her and those on the ‘frozen’ mock court dimmed and silenced, one with her character, during her intense 15-minute monologue at the climax of the play held the spectators transfixed, many with eyes moist.

    Transformed into an individual embodying all those women at whom society has been pointing an accusing finger, she could not hold back tears. One understands why Sulabha Deshpande, who was cast as Leela for the premiere of the play in Marathi ‘Shantata!’ had asked for this piece to be specially written so that she could give expression to her seething rage at having to silently take all the accusations society had made, locking her up in the dock. The actor will remain an individual empowered by theatre, even if with this single performance, all her life.

    Sankalp fittingly celebrates with the play its evolution in 10 years. In Priya Adarkar’s English translation of the original ‘Shantata! Court Chaloo Aahe’, here were both a challenging form of mock trial with an undercurrent of satire and a theme of social significance. For other characters, anchored by a shared human interest of scandal-mongering and tendency to sit in moral judgment, particularly against women, there are zestful budding actors.

    Abhishek’s cunning lawyer, Udhav’s bloated moralistic judge, Rahul’s quirky scientist, Gaurav’s narcissistic actor, Aditi’s middle-class ‘Iknow-it-all’ stereotype, Nikhil’s overpowered timid son and Utsav’s small-town naïve but sensitive Samant, all hypocritically as society, and farcically in their effect, turn on ‘the unmarried mother’ for her ‘sins’. Their collective cussedness refuses to recognize her as an individual.

    In the climax, Benare speaks the unspoken ‘defence’ of a woman seen as an inferior member of the humankind. The irony is she is made of a tender human stuff. Taking creative liberty, the playwright has her burst out in the monologue. “I offered my body on the altar of my worship,” she tells the jury, as it were, in the auditorium, “But he wasn’t a god. He was a man. For whom everything was of the body, for the body!”

    Before Sankalp goes to Delhi, the flows of action and speech rhythm in the first act, which anyway has a loose structure, need to be made brisk and more natural, compositions livelier and Sanskrit lines spoken more carefully.

Artistes perform at Natrani

YAY YAY YAY!

Dude! The first day went off so well! :D 3 hours of dressing up and make up and hair were totally worth it! I mean, how many times do atleast 5 girls fuss over how you are looking? And guys tell you they will fall in love with you if they don't stop looking at you :P And seniors from other cities come to see YOU perform!

(Secret: I did not take my make up off till 1am! It's not everyday I look like THAT.)

Man! People told me I gave them goosebumps and made them cry with my monologue!!! One even told me that I did my role as well as this NSD chick she saw once doing the same role in the same play some time back! But still the high is not as great as when singing on stage :) Oh but I sing in this too :P (I really need to dial some friends who would be willing to listen) And I cleaned my room. Now it looks hospitable for human consumption.

3 more shows to go...Everyone's going frantic as Delhi show gets nearer. Family's going to be there, watching me on stage trying to seduce a guy in the opening act. Gulp.

Somebody call me. CALL ME. I am super excited. I should be sharing it!!! OK, I'm going bonkers :P I have been trying to be modest since last night. I need a release!

P.S: I will never call this blog a shit piece of url again, all my precious data is here! Otherwise I would be crying over my dead hard drive right now.

Life as we know it

As luck would have it, my laptop hard drive has been destroyed. I guess I will lose all the data I amassed over the past year and a half. Oh well. Maybe this is nature's way of asking me to start afresh.

On a brighter note, today is the FINALLY the first day of our theatre production, after a month of practice. Pictures of the rehearsal have come out beautifully and will try to post them as soon as possible.

So for a while it's going to be very few visits to the blog and more book reading and studying for a change. Well, till then, wish me luck!

365

I said, I said
give me one chance
perhaps
a little more time
but I steal my line
to imagine
you said, you said
When was it my business?
it will only be
if you torment me
but you won't
so
I wonder, I wonder
was it about me
or never at all
and I hope it is
your inadequacies
but
I still, I still
reminisce
your pressure
here, here and here
I could show you
if only you were here.

I would say
I don't care
yet
I know, I know
and heartbreakingly so,
its been 365
and I'm still counting.