Come blow your horn

It was fun working on the sets of "Come blow your horn" a play by Neil Simon at Alliance Francaise de Madras. The Hindu had given a write up. And SS Music covered the show. P and myself were quite disappointed with our carpenter. The set had not exactly match up our own expectations. But what I loved, on our set was the 70's door hangings we made. Added a dash of glamour.

We could go to only one show - 3'o clock, Sunday. There was not much crowd but it was not that bad either. Everybody played their part well, considering that they started practising only 20 days back. And a special mention to "Dad" character played by Hari. Exceptional! Everytime he said, "Bum" it produced a snuffle from the audience. And Rohan managed quite well as a debut director. I loved his idea of introducing the character with their punch lines. The play is now being considered to be staged in Bangalore in a few days.

Spring is in the air

"Spring is in the air,
Spring is everywhere"

Autumn is a beutiful season. Mr. Behrman paints his masterpiece on every leaf, as it turns from dark green to pale yellow. Even pale yellow outshines any other colour this time of the year, with a light touch of green passing in its veins. And as the wind trespasses, the tree withers its final avioli to nudity. When a tree widows its faded emaralds, it reveals the secrets it hid with its voluptous branches till now. Everytime, the most I was rewarded, was a better look at my neighbours, not that it was any exciting. But imagining a whole forest of autumned-trees, how enchanting it would be to walk barefoot on a carpet of crisp cackle. To hear the russle of the birds building nests with dead twigs. To just lie and look at the black withered tree silhouted against the blue sky and get the leaves tangled in your hair. To smell nature's very own potpourri. I am getting carried away to nowhere. To imagine is one thing, to feel it, is an ultimatum. Nature has its own formula to entertain us. Even if we do summon frustration at its bareness, spring springs in.

The tree pouts out infant green buds, in pride, in arrogance to prove us wrong. What a contrast of dead brown branches and fresh green leaves. And flowers, each petal that blushes at sunlight, enhancing its hues. The light wafts of fragrance of fresh smelling grass, glissening with dew, that fills our mind and keeps it afloat on the clouds of eternal afluence of breezed thoughts. The winds swinging in with its own precious guarded secrets, lightly kissing my cheek, stirring up goosebumps, but faintly. Butterflies appear almost quickly to flutter in and out duelling for each flower. Yes, spring is in.

A busy world of nature that carries on side by side to our own cemented lives, without much chaos, unnoticed.

Incognito

There is magic in Cinema. The way it is created. And it is between this reel life, I want to merge my real one. The three infamous words Lights Camera and Action. Sometimes our mind calls out these words when we meet a stranger. To act. To act a part you are expected to. To act a part to create an image about you that you are not. You do not want them to know you. It is something like a secret knowledge between you and yourself that you reserve it for one unknown person whom you want to share with. Virgin characteristics that you want only one person to explore. Everybody acts. The amount of yourself you reveal to others is proportioned respectively to your closeness. Maybe thats why I am an Incognito now. Not just to this blog, but to so many people whom I meet everyday. Maybe I will remain forever that way.

Choices

Netru Indru Naalai vs Bryan Adams

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I am all dressed up but nowhere to go

We the people

Went to NDTV's "We the people" the other day. It was held at Santhome Church. Either they had not done justice to the controversies they discussed or they were too many controversies in Chennai to be discussed, hence did not fit the time slot. Almost every question was left unanswered in a hurry to move on the next topic. It started with Kushboo's comments, then led on to her second current topic - Maxim magazine's fiasco. I saw the Maxim Magazine photo with Kushboo's photo on it. What the hell were they thinking? Where did they get such an idea. I hope she sues them well enough to dry out their press. Very gross. After this came a very short discussion on Universities having a dress code. Then ending with the Disco that was recently closed, thanks to the photographs of couples kissing in a private space, for which they had paid, published in a tamil newspaper for want of increase in circulation. I could understand NDTV's efforts in discussing about it. But far from drawing conclusions, it probably made more North Indians feel that Chennai is one ancient city. We all know what they think of Madrasis and the treatment metted out to a South Indian in Bombay. The program was one loud noise, without a conclusion.
I guess, if we had the discussion for a few more minutes, probably one of those Christian missionaries would have popped in to ban the program having Santhome Church as a backdrop and created another controversy. Are we trying that hard to make news?