this happened to be another great experience with the drama team which we happily call"the urvasi theatre"....during the fist week of this month,aromal chettan and niyas chettan came up telling us that we have got a chance to stage our "bhopal"at vylopilly samskrithi bhavan....the moment i heard ,i felt ,how come it be possible once again...thats impossible...and on the other hand i had to get through my editing seminar and a bunch of mid sem exams...so i said i cant join...then the next day pramod said that plan has changed in such a way that another drama will be staged...that relieved me coz...atleast becoz of me the oppotunity wont be lost...since its a new one they can manage without me....
then all the exams and the seminars were over..i used to go to see the rehersals which were practically nothing....we all sit down and discuss..discuss endlessly that the days went on....i was there to help tina chechi in the choreography...but instead of aromal chettan coming up with new bodly postures ,nothinng big deal happened.the only thing we all knew was that the drama will be based on body art and physic theatre of which all were ignorant except aromal chettan....i just knew that it will be something based on contemporary dance ..which i have only seen in tv....[remember it was that me who was supposed to help tina chechi]
and then came the friday...december 12th...our senior jayakrishnan wrote the dialogues of satan and eve...and sajid chettan[who joined phd justnow,tinachechi and aromal chettan's classmate in ma] wrote another poem on this....then we realised how powerful our theme is......
its just because of the excellent script that we had by jk that we finally took the risk to do the drama...two days before pramod caught fever..bad fever that he couldn't even stand properly....but then due to the need of the time he was ready to do his part of the shadows along with rahul chettan....
but the eventful friday turned the whole thing upside down...all came in such a way that i finally had to accept his role and he became the voice of satan and kalyani chechi ,eve's voice....the next day was saturday which was second saturday and we dint have place for rehersal...actually it was not rehersal..it was the first step into the play..and finally decided that we will have it at my home...
it was planned that we all will meet at my home at 9.30....but our 9.30 turned to be 11.30 without any thing done for the next day's play....and we had invited everyone of our acquientances....then we started...off with the first part...it went on ..i dont know whether it was great ...but it went on till 5.30 that we finally thought whatever happens on the stage we will do it.....and along with the shadow part of pramod i was made to do a dance as the opening scene to depict the chaos in the universe...
the next day i had to attend one of my childhood friend's engagement which i couldn't miss...i went there..attended and came back with my mother driving in such a way that it almost took her breath off...when i reached vyloppily at 3 something was happening...i dont know if any of us can explain the way we were working.....i just had one chance to see how the stage is...a single rehersal just to synchronise my movements with rahil chettan...coz we had to do the same way
and then the time came 6.30 in the eve...meena mam and hariharan sir came to watch our performance...meena mam was really worried coz she dint know what are we supposed to do on stage.....
it started with my performance.....was it a performance? ..i dont know... i dont remember a single thing which i did there...then the stage was grabbed by our everloving satan ..which was done by aromal chettan....to see him performing it was absolutely mindblowing.....i started admiring satan for that only reason...it dint end there...eve was even more powerfulthey were literally competing on stage...the voices of satan and eve ...it still strikes in my mind...kudos to pramod and kalyani chechi...it was all because of the script that was so good...by jk....
and as always joby...our great stage director managed every technical part that...it was exceptionally nice....people came to the green room to congragulate us...it was all a dream...something which we just cant believe happened in such a short span of time....and 14th december marked the second successful play of the team...which not only improved our skills..but also tightened our bond of friendship.........
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
Alma mater
I have always been lucky to be the best places to study even though i am not that a topper in the classes....this happened when i made my revolutionary decision of taking literature as my subject for graduation.but i realized sooner that its the most appropriate decision that i ever made in my life.
ivanios has always been a dream for me.a place where i just dreamed to be and never thought would be a part of...but then the day came when i finally got admission there after all the melodrama of getting and losing it ....its has been my another resolution to study only in merit seat which was also fulfilled.....three years of living in the dream...its now a golden time that i crave to get back..alas!!why cant the time just go rewind as its in the films......
after getting into another prestigious institution for my post graduation,i could meet my teachers after a long period of 3 months.....it has always been a sad thought in me that i was never able to find out time and go there and be in my evergreen days of fun....but then when our classmates who went to Hyderabad cam for their vacation, we finally found time to go there....i found one of our classmates waiting for us at the gate...the moment i found her ...it was ..i dont know how to express that feeling ...to get your long lost treasure back....
we walked all through the road that leads to our department.....it was all changed....it seemed to me like a very old tharavadu has been renovated to an ultra modern mansion.
we walked through every corner of our college.....met many teachers whom we love sometimes more that our parents....spend time sitting at the canteen ...sharing the canteen lunch which is as always untearable parotta...and the rice....but it tasted so delicious......all the god old days were brought to us...the free hours that were spent chattering ,fighting laughing crying ....all under the old "punna maram"...our "pancharamukku".....which now is almost deserted....
my heart leaped to be there the whole day....have all my friends around me....and just my dream to be true once again for at least a second..............we walked down the steps which wont call us back to the old classrooms,the old library,the old department and the old pancharamukku.........
but...its always a truth...time which went is went....nothing can bring back the moments that are lost.....no matter where i go what i do although my life the dream that i lived would be the most treasured handful of memories......my memories of the Alma mater....
ivanios has always been a dream for me.a place where i just dreamed to be and never thought would be a part of...but then the day came when i finally got admission there after all the melodrama of getting and losing it ....its has been my another resolution to study only in merit seat which was also fulfilled.....three years of living in the dream...its now a golden time that i crave to get back..alas!!why cant the time just go rewind as its in the films......
after getting into another prestigious institution for my post graduation,i could meet my teachers after a long period of 3 months.....it has always been a sad thought in me that i was never able to find out time and go there and be in my evergreen days of fun....but then when our classmates who went to Hyderabad cam for their vacation, we finally found time to go there....i found one of our classmates waiting for us at the gate...the moment i found her ...it was ..i dont know how to express that feeling ...to get your long lost treasure back....
we walked all through the road that leads to our department.....it was all changed....it seemed to me like a very old tharavadu has been renovated to an ultra modern mansion.
we walked through every corner of our college.....met many teachers whom we love sometimes more that our parents....spend time sitting at the canteen ...sharing the canteen lunch which is as always untearable parotta...and the rice....but it tasted so delicious......all the god old days were brought to us...the free hours that were spent chattering ,fighting laughing crying ....all under the old "punna maram"...our "pancharamukku".....which now is almost deserted....
my heart leaped to be there the whole day....have all my friends around me....and just my dream to be true once again for at least a second..............we walked down the steps which wont call us back to the old classrooms,the old library,the old department and the old pancharamukku.........
but...its always a truth...time which went is went....nothing can bring back the moments that are lost.....no matter where i go what i do although my life the dream that i lived would be the most treasured handful of memories......my memories of the Alma mater....
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Of Friendship
F.R.I.E.N.D.S- nope you have guessed it wrong if you think that iam goin to write about the glory of friendship and how it helps you throught he thick and thin of life. Nor am i goin to write about the star world series. I guess i must have aroused your curiousity by now, Iam goin to share with you some of my views (along with inputs from some friends) about how parents view friendship. I would like to reassert that this is not exclusively subjective so that you people dont come to any awkward conclusions. Parents always view friends with their own prejudices and accordingly your friends get categorised. Those of them who dont talk much to parents, are subtle in their manners and have good academic record get into the "decent" category. The others who are bold enough to present themselves before parents in their true colours, of course undoubtedly, get thrown into the "to- be- avoided" category. Its good if parents have an eye on the kind of friends we have back in our school days but when you are 20 years old and still your parens insist on choosin your friends that can be a bit frustrating. They have only our good in their minds but still... Another depressing trend is when children are taught to select friends according to social status, academic grades and so on. Its common knowledge that this world is gettin highly competitive and the race is flagged off right from the kindergarten. I hav myself been victim to very a very bad experience of this nature in my tenth class. I always used to get pretty good grades and I never realised that a so- called friend and her mother had problems with my grades. They went from teacher to teacher seeking for a revaluation of my papers. I incidentally came to know about it. Till then I had lots of affection for that particular friend but after that it has never been the same. It was too painful an experience for me. Even now I wish fervently that her mother had never intervened in that manner. I wouldnt have lost a friend!
So the point is we should be level heade enouigh to choose good friends and our parents should be sensible enough to understand the subtle nuances of our frienship and if at all they intervene, to keep in mind the fact that those on the receiving end are also just like their wards.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
BASICALLY YOU ARE ALL GIRLS!!!!!
It was raining cats and dogs.I had no way other than to take refuge in the waiting shed till she came back from the church graveyard.I cursed my memory which always betrayed me in taking an umbrella.She was my dear friend with whom I spend seven years of my residential school life.Our school was a microcosm where we lived in an entirely different world alienated from the usual school life;where we had to make ourselves fit for the fight outside the four boundaries of our campus.
She was an extraordinary sensible girl who tried to weave her net of life like a spider but was annoyed to find herself already in the intangible mesh of fate.The strict residential school life,even from the age of eleven taught us to follow the Darwinian principle in our life.Though hostel life was amusing at first,things were different after two-three years.
Time flees away cunningly without even making others aware of the changes it make in one’s life.Like seasons change she was also changing.Transformation is somewhat terrible when it shake out the very basement of the self-made framework of presumptions and ideologies.She despised her warden who always chewed the same cud after each and every night roll call,“You know basically you are all girls” giving particular emphasis at the words “basically”and “girls”;as if it was all our fault that we were born as girls,after all she was also a woman.Hearing this we felt like dumping her into a large tumbler with boiling water in it.
It was the day when we were promoted to 9th standard.During those days it was compulsory for girls to wear “dupatta” from 9th standard onwards,for the study time during night at the school building.The echo of boys howling at very moment we entered wearing “dupatta”still reverberates in my ears and this was something she could’nt tolerate.,but I consoled her and told her to take it as a mere joke.But then,there ensued a sword play with words between my friend and one of the quarrelsome boys in our class who always found an impish pleasure in pasting the chewing gum especially in her bench.Unfortunately our warden was the duty-in- charge that day and she happened to hear her shouting at the top her voice against the boy.
After the usual night roll call ‘speech’ she was given a one hour extra ‘moralising class’ by our warden,who was not even ready to hear her arguments;but always insisted upon the fact that “basically you are all girls.”
Amidst the tough hostel life,it was her mother whom she really missed.She could never understand her mother completely and always felt that her mother completely and always felt that her mother had woven a hard shell around her which was really difficult for her to penetrate.Six hours of Parents Visiting day could’nt cement up the gap between them.But they loved each other and always wanted to say something which both could’nt tell.
Vacations were like a cool downpour in the scorching sun.She was always confused with her ‘home’and ‘hostel’.Was home her ‘hostel’or hostel her ‘home’?She felt herself like a migrating bird that always came back to spend a few days at a wonderful place.
She slept with her mother whenever her father went for night shifts and it was during such hours that she gave vent to all her emotions and thoughts.Her mother poured out her ideas about the coincidences in life,about the unconquerable Fate and about the other sides of life.Her mother always said that ‘to get a good life-partner was the same as to win a lottery.’Though she could’nt imbibe everything that her mother said,she never counter-questioned her.But time revealed all the mysteries and secrets behind her mother’s words.
It was during such a vacation that they saw an astologer who was employed in a jewelry shop for identifying one’s birth stones.After learning her birth sign he asked with surprise.”are you still living with your husband?”;for which her mother’s response was a rhrtoric smile.
She could’nt sleep that night.The astrologer’s words echoed in her ears,”its surprising that you are not divorced still.”Each word hit on her soul like a sharp sword and made deep cut wounds.Then she knew everything and realization burst upon her like a bombshell.It was all an adjustment between them.Her parents were two parallel lines living under the same roof with entirely different ideas and ideals,which she could never accept.Her mother never lost equilibrium and maintained the chord from breaking despite all the harsh realities just for the sake of her daughter.
She swithched on the light and took out the ring from the box.It was 12.30 at night.The ring which astrologer gave her mother whichn was ‘destined’ to diminish all the difficulties in her life.He also predicted that all her difficulties will come to a halt after the age of forty five. A mere stone influencing a person’s life was something indigestible for her.
Mazing motion of her stream of thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the harsh voice of her father followed by arguments which ended with her mother’s sobs.
She never dared to ask about the undercurrents in her mothre’s life which made her life a quagmire from where there was no escape unless and until all the ties were broken.
Few weeks later, one night she disclosed her first love affair[which she later told me was a mere infatuation] to her mother.A long silence ensued there after, which was broken by phone call.It brought the message of the death of her father in aroad accident and surprisingly it was a week after mother’s forty fifth birthday.
A cold hand brought me back to reality.It was she herself smilling with an umbrella in her hand.
She was an extraordinary sensible girl who tried to weave her net of life like a spider but was annoyed to find herself already in the intangible mesh of fate.The strict residential school life,even from the age of eleven taught us to follow the Darwinian principle in our life.Though hostel life was amusing at first,things were different after two-three years.
Time flees away cunningly without even making others aware of the changes it make in one’s life.Like seasons change she was also changing.Transformation is somewhat terrible when it shake out the very basement of the self-made framework of presumptions and ideologies.She despised her warden who always chewed the same cud after each and every night roll call,“You know basically you are all girls” giving particular emphasis at the words “basically”and “girls”;as if it was all our fault that we were born as girls,after all she was also a woman.Hearing this we felt like dumping her into a large tumbler with boiling water in it.
It was the day when we were promoted to 9th standard.During those days it was compulsory for girls to wear “dupatta” from 9th standard onwards,for the study time during night at the school building.The echo of boys howling at very moment we entered wearing “dupatta”still reverberates in my ears and this was something she could’nt tolerate.,but I consoled her and told her to take it as a mere joke.But then,there ensued a sword play with words between my friend and one of the quarrelsome boys in our class who always found an impish pleasure in pasting the chewing gum especially in her bench.Unfortunately our warden was the duty-in- charge that day and she happened to hear her shouting at the top her voice against the boy.
After the usual night roll call ‘speech’ she was given a one hour extra ‘moralising class’ by our warden,who was not even ready to hear her arguments;but always insisted upon the fact that “basically you are all girls.”
Amidst the tough hostel life,it was her mother whom she really missed.She could never understand her mother completely and always felt that her mother completely and always felt that her mother had woven a hard shell around her which was really difficult for her to penetrate.Six hours of Parents Visiting day could’nt cement up the gap between them.But they loved each other and always wanted to say something which both could’nt tell.
Vacations were like a cool downpour in the scorching sun.She was always confused with her ‘home’and ‘hostel’.Was home her ‘hostel’or hostel her ‘home’?She felt herself like a migrating bird that always came back to spend a few days at a wonderful place.
She slept with her mother whenever her father went for night shifts and it was during such hours that she gave vent to all her emotions and thoughts.Her mother poured out her ideas about the coincidences in life,about the unconquerable Fate and about the other sides of life.Her mother always said that ‘to get a good life-partner was the same as to win a lottery.’Though she could’nt imbibe everything that her mother said,she never counter-questioned her.But time revealed all the mysteries and secrets behind her mother’s words.
It was during such a vacation that they saw an astologer who was employed in a jewelry shop for identifying one’s birth stones.After learning her birth sign he asked with surprise.”are you still living with your husband?”;for which her mother’s response was a rhrtoric smile.
She could’nt sleep that night.The astrologer’s words echoed in her ears,”its surprising that you are not divorced still.”Each word hit on her soul like a sharp sword and made deep cut wounds.Then she knew everything and realization burst upon her like a bombshell.It was all an adjustment between them.Her parents were two parallel lines living under the same roof with entirely different ideas and ideals,which she could never accept.Her mother never lost equilibrium and maintained the chord from breaking despite all the harsh realities just for the sake of her daughter.
She swithched on the light and took out the ring from the box.It was 12.30 at night.The ring which astrologer gave her mother whichn was ‘destined’ to diminish all the difficulties in her life.He also predicted that all her difficulties will come to a halt after the age of forty five. A mere stone influencing a person’s life was something indigestible for her.
Mazing motion of her stream of thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the harsh voice of her father followed by arguments which ended with her mother’s sobs.
She never dared to ask about the undercurrents in her mothre’s life which made her life a quagmire from where there was no escape unless and until all the ties were broken.
Few weeks later, one night she disclosed her first love affair[which she later told me was a mere infatuation] to her mother.A long silence ensued there after, which was broken by phone call.It brought the message of the death of her father in aroad accident and surprisingly it was a week after mother’s forty fifth birthday.
A cold hand brought me back to reality.It was she herself smilling with an umbrella in her hand.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
memories
hey guys...
this mail was sent to me by anusha...i think all of us had a time when we just had doordarshan and we had entertainmet and education through it...now its changed ....100s of channels and we dont even watch one properly...do they have the same value that the national television had?its time to think about it...
Are you missing those days? Sometimes I do
Doordarshan Logo
Doordarshan' s Screensaver
Malgudi Days
Dekh Bhai Dekh
Ramayan
Mile Sur Mera Tumhara
Turning Point
Bharath Ek Khoj
Alif Laila
Byomkesh Bakshi
Tehkikaat
He Man
Salma Sultana DD News Reader
Vicco turmeric,
Nahin cosmetic
Vicco turmeric ayurvedic cream
Twaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiinggggggg
Washin powder Nirma, Washing powder Nirma
Doodh si safedi, Nirma se aayi
Rangeen kapde bhi khil khil jaaye
I'm a Complan Boy(Shahid Kapoor) and I'm a Complan Girl (Ayesha Takia)
Surabhi: Renuka Sahane and Siddharth
Then were 'Mungerilal ke hasin sapane' and 'karamchand' ..'Vikram Betal', etc.
We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…
Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours…
No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops…
Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze… as safety locks were unheard off…
Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…
No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…
When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…
We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill…
We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….
We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…
We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bike.
We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. How? No one knows…
We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours
We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.
And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had a swag from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...
We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc .... BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!
We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the back…
We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards…
We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…
When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…
Such were the days…
We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. ..
Most of all, we learned to respect others…
Sunday, November 9, 2008
BHOPAL revisited
It was not a big thing for us {the bhopal team} when we started off with the drama...we didn't even thought we will get enough ppl to do all the characters...the more than 2 and half hrs long drama "bhopal" by rahul verma was a "bali kera mala for us". but then came tina chechi with her idea of rewriting the whole drama and to add a visual personification of the" zahareeli hawa".then we started off with our practices....it was more being together and sharing than actual practices...everyday we had practice from 4 to 5.30.whene rajendran chettan sends us out of the audio visual room we had practice at JB"s car shed fearing of vegeterian and non vegetatian fevers as CHERIAN sir puts it.there were times CHERIAN sir left the rehersal as he was fed up of our performance.
on the course of our rehersals we had the previlage to visit HARIHARAN sir's house twice and have delicious lunch by sir's wife and cricket with his son and sir himself.the next week aftr the diwali we had our rehersal at the esteemed nadakakalari " sopanam".i believe every actor would wish to step in there once.we had the luck because of kalyani chechi...thanks to her.there we named our troop as "urvasi theatres".aftr the practice we celebrtaed diwali with all types of crackers that rahul chettan brought....
then came the next week whe all except for me went to aromal chettan's house...unfoprtunately i couldn't join.then came 5th of this month...the international semina started...as always the seminar was a real torture...but then the "urvasi theatres"hhad great fun...we 12 accommodated in a 2 bed room....good knows how...thanks to the good door that the maria rani centre had ...not a single word of our screams went outside...everyone had the bad time in the seminar and we enjoyed half practicing and half with all sorts of jokes.we were present at the dining hall bfore anybosy comes thr...only for that we were punctual..we had plans to practice at night on stage but it could n't come fruitful.as many of us had to leave to our homes we left but some of us stayed thr...
then came the d-day.even then we were not that prepared..thr were timess when we forgot dialogues till then.hari sir was around giving all the delegates a promise of entertainment that eve.our tension increased.we hadn't practised the drama in full with themic and lights once.when we got the stage in the atftr noon...we had to part with the only laptop we had in the seminar.
by 4.30 we went for makeup...tina chechi and kalyani chechi had a big time make uping our boys.as it says, the third bell rang on 6 of that eve ....we started our drama..aftr 1 hr15 mnts.that happened which we least expected...all the delegates liked the drma...some of them were giving us standing ovation...hari sir broke into tears...we saw a new respect for us in JGB's eyes.teachers like MEENA mam, JAYASREE mam,JAMUNA mam....came to the back stage to congragulate us...these were least expected.and one delegate from jnu was so impressed of our performance that he was going on talking abt it all the way to the dining hall.
it all happened in a way that we were left speechless....niyas chettan{jaganlal } was the star of the day. every word of the drama was so remembered by the spectaters that we just cat believe it,,,i dont know whether we were so good or not...but it all went such a way that we all were accepted as proffessional...god's grace and of course sir's guidance with tina checi;s dance, pramod's excellant music and rendering of the poem by maya chechi...last but not least the most important...our stage director cum all in all our joby ...and we the actors made it such a memorable event ..that probably the most exiting times in institute of english which i found dry and barren in the beginning and now a great experience in my life...the first drama of my life...thanks to all who helped me to find out an actor in me ...hope "BHOPAL revisited"will be a beginning of such efforts in institute.....
on the course of our rehersals we had the previlage to visit HARIHARAN sir's house twice and have delicious lunch by sir's wife and cricket with his son and sir himself.the next week aftr the diwali we had our rehersal at the esteemed nadakakalari " sopanam".i believe every actor would wish to step in there once.we had the luck because of kalyani chechi...thanks to her.there we named our troop as "urvasi theatres".aftr the practice we celebrtaed diwali with all types of crackers that rahul chettan brought....
then came the next week whe all except for me went to aromal chettan's house...unfoprtunately i couldn't join.then came 5th of this month...the international semina started...as always the seminar was a real torture...but then the "urvasi theatres"hhad great fun...we 12 accommodated in a 2 bed room....good knows how...thanks to the good door that the maria rani centre had ...not a single word of our screams went outside...everyone had the bad time in the seminar and we enjoyed half practicing and half with all sorts of jokes.we were present at the dining hall bfore anybosy comes thr...only for that we were punctual..we had plans to practice at night on stage but it could n't come fruitful.as many of us had to leave to our homes we left but some of us stayed thr...
then came the d-day.even then we were not that prepared..thr were timess when we forgot dialogues till then.hari sir was around giving all the delegates a promise of entertainment that eve.our tension increased.we hadn't practised the drama in full with themic and lights once.when we got the stage in the atftr noon...we had to part with the only laptop we had in the seminar.
by 4.30 we went for makeup...tina chechi and kalyani chechi had a big time make uping our boys.as it says, the third bell rang on 6 of that eve ....we started our drama..aftr 1 hr15 mnts.that happened which we least expected...all the delegates liked the drma...some of them were giving us standing ovation...hari sir broke into tears...we saw a new respect for us in JGB's eyes.teachers like MEENA mam, JAYASREE mam,JAMUNA mam....came to the back stage to congragulate us...these were least expected.and one delegate from jnu was so impressed of our performance that he was going on talking abt it all the way to the dining hall.
it all happened in a way that we were left speechless....niyas chettan{jaganlal } was the star of the day. every word of the drama was so remembered by the spectaters that we just cat believe it,,,i dont know whether we were so good or not...but it all went such a way that we all were accepted as proffessional...god's grace and of course sir's guidance with tina checi;s dance, pramod's excellant music and rendering of the poem by maya chechi...last but not least the most important...our stage director cum all in all our joby ...and we the actors made it such a memorable event ..that probably the most exiting times in institute of english which i found dry and barren in the beginning and now a great experience in my life...the first drama of my life...thanks to all who helped me to find out an actor in me ...hope "BHOPAL revisited"will be a beginning of such efforts in institute.....
Sunday, November 2, 2008
What Model parliament did for me..........
I remember feelin very very weird the first time I entered the Mini Hall at YMCA. It was one year ago. The past 5 years I've had to get accustomed to new situations and new groups, I've had no problems as such. Though there were some tussles at Womens College because I was forced to study something that I did not like. I felt intimidated by the boys'n gals there. There was nothing peculiar about them......its just that I have always been uncomfortable in groups. One friend at a time was always my norm. I went for 2 sessions there, decided I was not fit for that organisation and stopped going. One year later after I said gudbye to Womens and joined Institute I found a Uni-yian there, none other than Devu. I kept askin her about Uni-y, there was this great urge to try my hand at socialising once more but some apprehensions held me back. I was not sure whether I will be received cordially. One day Devu asked me to come (atlast it happened!). The Model Parliament is goin to take place,she says. At that moment I made up my mind to go (Bless That Moment!). So with quivering knees I finally make my entry one saturday. First day went uneventfully without anyone taking particular notice of me since all of them were busy with the practice sessions. In the course of time I started making friends there(which I thought was impossible) . Not only that, opportunities to broaden my horizon of thought (to use the cliche) were thrown at me. I just had to make a good catch. And today, one day after the Model Lok Sabha 2008, I have no regrets (even though some scufles at uni-y did depress me momentarily) . It was such a grant experience. This event is definitely a turnin point in my life coz it made me do stuf which till then I had assumed to be impossible. For the first time in my life I actually Have this sense of satisfaction, this sense of jibilation of achievin somethin. Not coz I got any award or anythin.......there were speakers much much better than me....the fact is I was able to make myself heard in the midst of such a competent group! and that is the best part of Model Parliament..... it helped to regain the self esteem that I had lost a long time ago. I hope to keep it with me for the rest of my life!!!!!!!!
Friday, October 24, 2008
hai all
This is my first post. Well, this is my first time in blogging. I heard of blogs but dint try to know much about it. When Jayasree ma'm asked us to create a blog of our class and to be regular contributers, I was a bit doubtful as its new to me. I am not a poet, so dont have any poems to post. Am not a short story writer and also dont have any articles of my own. So what should I post here? That was what immediately come to my mind. [I know it is a very silly thought] I took literature as my subject coz i found life in it which i dint find in science subjects which i had opted for my +2. Today I can tell u confidently that I was right in my decision. I did BA in Mar Ivanios and then came to
Today’s lecture on history of our mother land and the social life prevailed here long back was really great. At the same time it was thought provoking too as far as am concerned. Keeping myself within the syllabus and reading the contemporary literature, I totally neglected the history of my land. I never tried to know about it. I think such a comparative study of the histories should be included in the syllabus. Am looking forward to lots more sessions like this.
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
I always used to come across articles on blogging but did not know what it was all about. Then one fine day one of my friends Pooja "enlightened" me about it. But even then I was reluctant to start a blog on my own. It was actually a shame for me , my brother who is four years younger than me had two blog accounts to his credit which he regularly updated. The day finally came when our teacher actually asked us to start a class blog as part of our syllabus. I could'nt believe my ears!!!!! Did the teacher actually ask us to start blogging. ( I still don't know why that amazed me so much). But I was waiting for some one else to start the blog. So the day I got Devu's message asking me to be a contributor for the class blog, I finally had to leave my lethargy behind me and start blogging. But what would I blog about? I thought and thought and spend one day thinking. Was my life so uneventful that I could not find a single event worth sharing with others. After much deliberations I came up with some thing which is there for all of you to see. It is definitely not a master piece or anything but after I posted the blog I felt so happy. But then again another long hiatus. It was not the problem of lack of time but it was the problem of finding an issue to write on. My writing skills had gone so rusty in the last three years. So I guess this is the problem with you guys too. But I request you guys to get over that complacency and come up with posts. Please, please and please.......
Don't let our class blog to fade into oblivion!!!!!!!!!!
Friday, September 26, 2008
dispersed thoughts
hai friends,
As u all know we had a literary club session today.The poems that were presented are extremely good and each one depicted its subject so intensely that we tend to sit and think more about it. And as jamuna mam said they are the great poets of the future...
when we take a general opinion of people around us about today's literature ,without any doubt,they will say the good old days of poetry and good literature is fading...i wonder why do they think so....had they listened to these poems ,they would not have judged so rudely.....
It has become a custom to blame the new generation of losing values and deep knowledge....but it is not apt to mark us wrong only because we live in a hi-fi world and we are more used to the new techniques.It is the need of the time and it has its own benefits.....
Along with that,we posses real talents which some times are left unknownLet not these talents be left in darkness....We are dutiful towards them and should try hard to get them into the limelight...and make the world say ...'see this is the brand new world we dream for'
As u all know we had a literary club session today.The poems that were presented are extremely good and each one depicted its subject so intensely that we tend to sit and think more about it. And as jamuna mam said they are the great poets of the future...
when we take a general opinion of people around us about today's literature ,without any doubt,they will say the good old days of poetry and good literature is fading...i wonder why do they think so....had they listened to these poems ,they would not have judged so rudely.....
It has become a custom to blame the new generation of losing values and deep knowledge....but it is not apt to mark us wrong only because we live in a hi-fi world and we are more used to the new techniques.It is the need of the time and it has its own benefits.....
Along with that,we posses real talents which some times are left unknownLet not these talents be left in darkness....We are dutiful towards them and should try hard to get them into the limelight...and make the world say ...'see this is the brand new world we dream for'
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Parallel Lines
"Mother" is "this"or "that",everyone said
But I never felt-
She never understood me
I never understood her.
A wide gap.............
Silence was better.Because
It could be an excuse,
It could be anything.
Unsaid is always better than
what is said.
I always wanted to be on my own.
But her shadow merged with mine
She wanted me to be in her line
But I had my own.
I remember the Maths teacher who taught:
"Parallel lines never coincide"
Will anyone disprove it?
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
editing presentation list
22nd October 2008 1)editing newspaper
a)anjana.k
b)sulfia sathar
c)lisha
d)sulfia.s.santhosh
2)editing magazines
a)veena.s.s.
b)hima.j.babu
c)vishu
12th November 2008 1)editing books_1-academic
a)prince krishnan
b)litty joseph
c)sreeja
2)editing books-non academic
a)joby joseph
b)sheetal
c)divya parvathy.s.s.
3rd December 2008 1)editing translations
a) devu.p.s.
b)asha.k.nair
c) roshma tasneem
2)internet sources
a)akhila
b)vineetha krishnan
c)anusha.s.
14th January 2009 1)online journalism
a) praseeda
b)sreekal.c.
c)soya.v.n
2)blogging
a)remyasree
b)neethu.m.eldose
c) pramod.l.s
a)anjana.k
b)sulfia sathar
c)lisha
d)sulfia.s.santhosh
2)editing magazines
a)veena.s.s.
b)hima.j.babu
c)vishu
12th November 2008 1)editing books_1-academic
a)prince krishnan
b)litty joseph
c)sreeja
2)editing books-non academic
a)joby joseph
b)sheetal
c)divya parvathy.s.s.
3rd December 2008 1)editing translations
a) devu.p.s.
b)asha.k.nair
c) roshma tasneem
2)internet sources
a)akhila
b)vineetha krishnan
c)anusha.s.
14th January 2009 1)online journalism
a) praseeda
b)sreekal.c.
c)soya.v.n
2)blogging
a)remyasree
b)neethu.m.eldose
c) pramod.l.s
Monday, September 22, 2008
Confessions of a Conservative
Howzzaaattttttt!!!!!!!!We scream into the screen as India's Irfan Pathan sends Younis Khan to the dressing room. Like every other India-Pakistan Match this one was also pulsating with suspence to the last minute. Me and my brother did not miss a single ball of the clash. When we slept after the match it was way past midnight. Next day we got up very late in the morning and mom was infuriated. She started her tirade of angry words in full throttle. When she finally calmed down "violence" erupted again in the living room. Her kids(thats us) were fighting like dogs( i prefer to use this simile since the tussle was of such a nature), over the newspaper. Both of us had the same intention, to get a glimpse of Dhoni's heroics on the front page and to devour each word of Nirmal Shekar's account of yesterday's match. When mom is told of the cause for the "war" she is bewildered. We had endured the commercials so as not to miss even a single action. Then why this scramble for the newspaper. This set me thinking and I recognised another similar obsession. I had always been apprehensive about surfing the world wide web. I had developed this unexplainable "allergy" to computers even though I had a PC at home for years. But last March while I was preparing for the Institute's Entrance I had no other choice. The British Library which had been my recluse was unfortunately closed down and because we were near the end of our graduation we had to forfeit the membership at the University Library too. This was when I wholly comprehended the magnanimosity of the World wide Web. Now I use the facility quite frequently for personal and academic purposes. I could get lots of informaton with minimal effort while preparing my term papers. but there was always this queer sense of incompleteness, a feeling of dissatisfaction. It took me a while to realise what was troubling me, the fact that I had not referred to books was nagging me at the back of my mind. I dont know if it can be labelled conservatism, But this happens with me everytime I make a switch, like when I use the vacuum cleaner instead of the broom and mop to clean the house or when I use the electric sandwich maker instead of the tava. Whatever the reason, even after seeing and hearing full details of the recent Delhi blasts from NDTV and CNN-IBN I still have the "audacity " to snatch the Hindu from my dad, I still like to refer to MH Abrams though the net could provide me with "selective" data at the click of a mouse!!!!!!!
Thursday, September 18, 2008
hai
friends,
so here we start our own blog with hopes and aspirations to make it a real exposure for our talents .with all expectations i welcome u.
DEVU
so here we start our own blog with hopes and aspirations to make it a real exposure for our talents .with all expectations i welcome u.
DEVU
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