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Act 2

>> Friday, February 13, 2009

The curtains are down on the play for the nth time. The director couldn’t believe they had come such a long way. The play had been based on common people and the writer’s experiences in general. A small idea which had germinated in the writer’s mind had traveled so far. The play had now traversed across the country and even crisscrossed the globe. It was an exhilarating feeling. So many different people met, each meeting just widening their well knit community, almost like a brotherhood.

There was so much hard work behind each performance, the hard work of the people who worked silently behind the scenes… the people the audience don’t see or applaud.

This blog turns 2 today. I can’t believe it has been only 2 years, it seems like ever. There are lots of people who became a part of my life from this world. Most of them whom I haven’t even met, but the bond is there and will be there even if this blog fades away. A special thank you to my friends Nikhil, Keshi, Mayz, Thomas, Mathew, Anju, Shantanu, Swats and Abhi. Thanks a ton for being there always!!!

How can I end this post without thanking a pal ( you know who you are), thanks for being the stingiest critic ( yeah very hard to please) and also making sure “This show goes on!!” without long breaks :D

And to all those who have been a part of this little journey of mine… gracias for bearing with all the good, bad and real ugly stuff I dished out!!

Also a very happy Valentine's day to all Cupid's chosen sons and daughters ;)


Do you have the answer??

>> Wednesday, February 11, 2009

A crouched figure, fear written in its eyes looked all around. Danger seemed to lurk from all corners. The light shone brightly from the enemy side, blinding its vision. There seemed no route to escape, legs seemed rooted to the ground, paralyzed in fear, and no amount of cajoling seemed to work.

The lights moved closer and there were expletives flying in the air…. and then smoke, pandemonium and confusion reigned!!!!!!

So what’s the age old question….”Why did the chicken cross the road?” almost as eternal a question as “When will Deepti learn to cross the road properly?

P.S: I make a fool of myself each time i cross the road.. so much so that people actually stand across and watch the stand up routine I put forth for them :P


That unknown feeling

>> Monday, February 9, 2009

Dear Diary,

It's know the end of something great is coming, but you want to hold on, just for one more second...just so it can hurt a little more.

That’s precisely been the thought running through my mind since yesterday and I have been actually running around like a headless chicken. Almost forcing people to keep me company, so that the thought doesn’t cross my mind again. I feel like I am holding onto the strings of a kite which is waiting to snap through my fingers. A kite which will break free and fly so far away, leaving me with just the broken string pieces and bruised fingers to call my own.

What scares me the most is whether I’ll be able to let go the string on my own and walk away with just pleasant memories of the kite. Or will those scars my fingers carry from the cuts the string gave me after breaking free on its own hurt so much that my eyes sting with unshed tears…. The vibes of the inevitable are strong … On second thoughts it isn’t an unknown feeling, it’s that feeling of helplessness ………….

Now let me recite to you one of my favorite poems by Edgar Guest; dear diary which mirror my feelings to perfection…

I have to live with myself, and so,
I want to be fit for myself to know;
I want to be able as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye.
I don't want to stand with the setting sun
And hate myself for the things I've done.
I don't want to keep on a closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself as I come and go
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of man I really am;

I don't want to dress myself up in sham.
I want to deserve all men's respect;
But here in this struggle for fame and pelf,
I want to be able to like myself.

I don't want to think as I come and go
That I'm for bluster and bluff and empty show.
I never can hide myself from me,
I see what others may never see,
I know what others may never know
I never can fool myself -- and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.

P.S: Some times the grey clouds do loom over mindspace…. And the laughter seems to pale in its comparison!!!!!!