Loud Whispers

It was March, when I stepped back again in YT for my theatre season. We were a small group of about six-seven people back then. We still used to train for CTS (complete-the-story) and had loads of fun, between all of us. Then, the new basic workshop joined us. The energy in the space intensified ten fold, and I felt as if I am back in the children's workshop. We gradually came up with our stories and finalized them. Yes, people left and people came and we had to accommodate all of them, which was a difficult task. By the time it was June, we were ready with our pieces; eager to go and show them to the audience waiting for us out there!

We had our first show, and then our second show, and then our third show in many different places. Angel's Home, Dream Society (I hope I am right!), Vasanthnagar (was it?) Government School, and another school in that area, oh, and a labour camp! We went to many such places like that to perform, targeting NGOs and Government Schools.

In no time, we had put up around seven shows around Bangalore. It took us around a month and a half to two months to finish this. And, then, we worked on our SIP. We polished our stories and added scenes, while also discarding them; we added dialogues, and discarded them; we changed this and that and worked real hard on our piece; something we kept really close to our heart. We had spent months getting this done. We wanted it to be perfect. Every minute in YT, I spent my time either thinking about my piece or rehearsing it and improving it.

And, two months later, we were all ready with it! We were ready to go out there and perform our first SIP. We did it, and we ourselves saw the change in the performance we used to do, and we did now. A six month journey has abruptly come to an end. It was one of the best journeys I have ever had, and I am not going to forget this. Its amazing to see the amount of learning and change in us and I am sure we are all craving for more; more formats, more shows, more learning opportunities. YT never stops giving life lessons, and the journey has just begin! There is so much more to do; there are so many more chances!

Thankyou Loud Whispers for being the amazing team that you are! Had the best time, and the best experiences with you! Thankyou Madam Artistic Director for believing in us, and giving us this chance! I look forward to many more enlightening days!

P.S I have used "WE" because I know I am speaking not only for myself, but for everyone who has been a part of Loud Whispers.  

Is Humanity Really Dead?

I remember learning in Indian history about untouchability. I thought with the anti-untouchability laws it must have been eradicated. I came to know, yesterday, it is still followed like before. People say giving the SCs and STs reservations is wrong. But after realizing the way they are treated, I feel its right. If the learned people feel that untouchability should be followed, then we are damned! And, no, this is not an assumption. I saw a video. I will attach the link at the end.

Why can't the lower castes rise and become normal citizens? In the urban world, untouchability is not followed openly, but it is still rampant. In the rural areas, its as if time has been stuck. Children going to school are taught about untouchability. Lower caste children are made to clean bathrooms while upper caste children enjoy in school. In a country that is developing so fast, untouchability can be the factor that will destroy everything. If government schools teach children about untouchability, I do not know how and when are we going to eradicate poverty itself from this country.

In the video, I saw how these people were treated and what ridiculous rules they had to follow! For example, in a tea stall the Shudras get tea in cups made of glass and they have to wash it before going. Moreover, before entering the shop, they have to remove their slippers. Rules like this exist in almost all villages.

It is not only about the villages; not only about being unable to draw water from the wells; not only about discriminating between children; not only about the illiterate. Its about everyone! This is followed in offices in the urban parts undercover; unofficially. The minute someone comes to know you are from a lower caste, they stop trusting you and giving you work. Why do we have a mindset like this? Its the 21st century. Times are changing, and this is not the time to discriminate between CASTE!!! Caste does not define who a person is. Caste is not the basis to judge a person on; nothing is.

Infact, converts from Hinduism to other religions have carried the caste system with them, too. I should not be talking about religions, but I feel so sad when I realize that Hinduism has contaminated other religions with the caste system. Caste should not be the reason potential friendships are broken, and it should not be the reason people shun each other.

The worst part about the cast system is that the so-called "upper castes" take advantage of the lower castes and torture them! If the lower castes try standing up to them, they are beaten; murdered! The amount of torture the "lower castes" go through is horrendous! The caste system has ruined lives in a way that can ruin worlds. The more I write, the more I feel the caste system should be removed. And, it should! Or, it will destroy everything India has ever striven to achieve.

P.S its a two hour documentary. Please see it when you are going to be completely free. Please see it till the end, because every second has something different to offer.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lgDGmYdhZvU

People Change...

We were best of friends. No one could separate us. They knew better than to attempt it. We were always together. We even attended the same classes. We were so similar in the way we thought, the way we dresses and the way we spoke that sometimes people mistook us for twins. We were enough for each other. We did not need a big group to satisfy us. Everything was good. Everything was happy.

But, all this changed when she came along. We started spending more time with her, and he would talk to her more now. I tried talking to them, but he would cut me off. She seemed to enjoy our company, but eventually I realized she did not care about me. I tried warning him, but he dismissed it as my insecurity. She started accompanying us everywhere we went. I started feeling lonely. It was talk of the town, how a new girl had broken an age old friendship. I longed to have him back; have us back. He still did not realize what this was leading to. All my efforts had been futile. I could do nothing but watch the friendship die.

Once, we three were walking down the street, going to drop her home that tragedy struck. Those two were talking about everything under the sun while I quietly walked with them as was the trend with us nowadays. It was a narrow pavement, so I was walking behind both of them. He playfully pushed her because of some reason and she happened to get on the road. At that unfortunate (or should I say fortunate?) moment, a speeding truck rammed into her. She fell on the road, bleeding profoundly. The driver drove away from the scene of crime, but not before I managed to note down his vehicle number. We then transported her to the hospital. He was inconsolable. She meant the world to him, like he meant the world to me.

Once at the hospital, she was taken in for an emergency surgery while we called her parents informing them about what happened. I wanted her to survive. She was such a good friend of mine. But, a part of me wanted her to kiss the heavens. That way, I and he would be together again. I went over to him. He was restless. He kept looking at the operation theatre expecting her to come out. I pat his hand and console him. He shakes his head and says, “She won’t survive. I know it.”

“She will. Keep faith.” I say, when every part of my body was hoping he was right. I felt so guilty at that moment.

“She meant everything to me. She was the most wonderful person I knew. She could win anyone’s heart. Our friendship was blooming. You saw how close we were. Why did I even push her gently? Her friendship is everything I want. I will kill myself if she died today.”

My eyes welled up with tears. All the moments we had spent together flashed by my eyes in a single second. “What about me, Jade, what about me?” I asked him, my voice breaking.

“You were amazing, Liz, but nothing like her. When I was with you I thought there would not be anyone like you. Then, she came along. Frankly, I value her more than I value you."

I wanted to let the rains spill out, but I held them in. Not trusting myself to speak, I got up and walked out of his life forever. I expected him to call me back. He never did. I did not mean a thing to him now. Realization caught up with me. It said that people change, however close you might be. Best friends become strangers, strangers become best friends, but life moves on.

After him, I have taken care to befriend everyone but never got attached to someone. It always hurts. As for both of them, she did not survive, and he committed suicide. I did not attend both their funerals. For me, they died when I walked out of the hospital that day. 

All You Need is a Best Friend

This is a write-up I wrote for a school assignment, and this is one of my best essays so far. Sharing it with you guys :) Hope you like it :)

It has been two days now. It has been two days since I came to know that my compliment was not received well be my best friend and now she hates me for it. A simple compliment in front of another friend turned out to be a disaster. She has not talked to me in two weeks. The exception is day before yesterday when she told me the reason for her aloof behavior.

I went into a moment of shock on the phone when she told and started crying. I was paralyzed. My heart skipped a beat. I could not move. Not even to utter a word. I did not see what was in front of me; instead, I saw her face. I saw both of us laughing on the numerous jokes we made. It was as if I traveled back in time and was looking at all our memories together. I missed her sitting next to me. I missed her touch on my hand. My ears missed her soothing voice. I wanted her back desperately at that moment!

When the shock slowly minimized, I cried my heart out for her. I wanted so badly to meet her; to break the wall that was separating us. I felt as if I would die from the pain. At that time, I just wanted her back. I wanted a world with Pooja and Ridhee and not Ridhee alone.

For the past two days, my eyes have longed to see her; my ears strain to here her voice; my hand yearns to hold her hand. Whenever I see her, I long to join her and have the fun we did. My heart cries out for her. I look at her like a car enthusiast looking at a Lamborghini.

But, I know it cannot be done. She has taken it to heart, this hurt. She is not someone who forgives and forgets. She hates me now and I can do nothing to change that.

I cry at home most everyday. I have started hallucinating now. I see her coming towards me and calming me down, then she bursts like a bubble. I see her in my dreams, swinging and laughing as if she has no care in this world. I look at her from a distance, paying attention to every step she takes before throwing the ball in the basket. Her steps. They are like a dancer's steps but aggressive like a lion's. When I see her, I smile to myself. There is no other joy than seeing her happy. But, there is also a longing within me. A longing of being beside her and catching the ball when she throws it to me.

I look at our picture before sleeping. A picture that I printed and framed. The picture reminds me of the good times. We both are laughing out hearts out in the picture. It is just picture perfect. I move my hand towards her picture. I touch her face in the picture and smile to myself as the memories come rushing in. I suddenly look at the door to my bedroom, hoping against hope to find her there. But, there is no one there. The silence of the night is like a loud drum being played to my ears.

I am awake until the darkest part of the night; writing this down. I wish somehow she would get this sheet of paper and realize how much she means to me. Outside the window, I hear a dog howling on top of his voice and I am reminded of the night the wall grew up between us.

A Lesson in Weeding

Good morning class. Today we are going to learn about weeding and specifically how to do it. And, no, there wont be any practical classes from my side, but I encourage you to go try it out.
So, weeding is the removal of weeds. And, weeds are unwanted plants that grow with crops and trees and use their nutrition. How do you get rid of weeds? Well, there are many methods, two of them being using chemicals and using your hands. I would prefer to use my hands, and that's what I am going to teach you today.
To remove weeds using your hands, first make sure you are wearing protective gloves (not the plastic ones) and have a small spade with you. Next, pull the weed and cut on the roots. Take the weeds out and collect it in the corner. Repeat this. And, you're done! Today's lesson is over guys! All the best.
P.S i learnt this by experimenting. Lucky you guys.

Yes. I learnt that by experimenting. I had a spotfix with TUI again right outside Trinity metro station on Saturday. My second spotfix! The job that i was given this time was removing weeds from the base of the trees that grow on the footpath! It was a tiring job, though fun! I met new people. Talking while removing the weeds! And remembering all the daring things i do back home! I got to meet this girl who liked helping the make the world a better place. It was fun working with her! Especially when we got along so well!

And, while wearing the mask I felt like a doctor doing some surgery! But, on a serious note, after cleaning up that stretch, and looking at it without weeds gave me a sense of satisfaction nothing could.

And, getting to know at least four people that day was great! Four new people I interacted with and got to know about. Four new life stories.

Even when the passers-by passed us and looked at us with looks which said, "What are they trying to do? Clean up? Are they crazy? Dont they know Bangalore can NEVER be clean?" I smiled at them and told them through my look, "Wait and watch."

Well, this was my work, but the other thing we were doing was cleaning the pillars outside the metro station. So, when I reached there, I saw people cleaning pillars and putting up "NO POSTERS" signs and the BMRCL poster at the bottom. Later, seeing them really amazes you. A group of 50 people can achieve a lot when they put in the effort and the determination.

All this does give you a sense of satisfaction, but you feel proud doing something when someone appreciates it. The highlight of the day for me was when I was walking past Citi Bank and the security guard said to me, "Thankyou sister." With a bright smile on his face and a face that genuinely told that there were atleast a group of people who do something and dont just talk. That gave me such a sense of pride and such immense satisfaction, that I was beaming for the whole day! That incident is something I will never ever forget in my life. Everytime I think about it, I smile. Because, after that, even he participated in the movement, and did a great job!

I love it when people get inspired me! I just inspired someone, being 14. Everyone doesnt achieve that, and I am one of those lucky people who did. I am proud of myself.  



Another thing that I saw that day was that two French ladies were helping out in cleaning this space. That filled me with awe. Very less Indians will actually see something like this going on and forego their work to help out. These girls probably ditched their whole plan to help us out that day! I even felt a bit ashamed. Something Indians should be doing; something the government should be taking care of was being done by these two girls. I, being an Indian, thank you  both for helping us out that day in helping us make Bangalore a better place to live in. Thankyou!

That day, my second spotfix, I had fun. I really felt like I am doing something worthwhile. I actually felt as if I am contributing profoundly in making Bangalore a better place to live in. 

Thankyou TUI, for giving me this wonderful opportunity every time! Thankyou for enriching me with such wonderful experiences!

Boys Dont Cry - Forum Theatre by Yours Truly Theatre

I went for my first forum theatre performance today. As a volunteer. It was a great experience where I felt so strongly about some of the topics being discussed and even realized that today's youth is not as ignorant as society thinks they are. Infact, they know more about the world than the older generation does. The performance was at Yours Truly Alma. The play was also organized by the theatre company Yours Truly Theatre.

Forum theatre is where the audience get to act in the play being shown. A play, indicating some kind of oppression, is shown and then the audience are asked to share their opinions on the problem being looked at and also encouraged to take upon a role of the character and do it a bit differently; get the solution into the frame; so that the result is something completely different and positive. This kind of theatre is usually used to face problems in society and the ways of handling them. Its even called rehearsal for life, as you'll be resolving a problem in almost real-life situation where you would be pushed to your limit.

Boys Dont Cry was another show like this and it was based on the stereotypes the Indian society has on men. A lot of situations and problems were targeted and the audience was very engaging while discussing and also while acting. The fact that the youth and the people present felt so strongly about the fact that the male gender is supposed to be "strong" and that he cant portray his feelings outwardly like women was a very very inspiring and proud fact. Also, the short stories chosen were also all real life stories and the way the actors displayed it on stage was marvelous. There couldnt be another way the stories could be put so realistically. Even when the audience volunteered to replace a character, the other character pushed audience to their limit where the audience had to think out of the box without loosing his/her calm.

Forum theatre opens your eyes to what is actually there to the outer world even if you havent faced such kind of oppression. It also tries to find solutions for the problems and tries to make the audience aware of the fact that the solutions got should also be practiced in real life. Its a thoroughly enjoying form of theatre. More so, if you are a strong orator and love to discuss situations and problems society faces as a whole and the problems selected kind of people face in the society.

I, as an orator, thoroughly enjoyed this performance and, for once, only listened to the point of view of others, without adding my own thoughts and opinions. It was a great watch and it was time well spent. Thanks again YT for such a performance!

Paint is Good!

I volunteer with this organisation called The Ugly Indian (TUI). Its an organisation that recognizes dump yards, and places that need a complete renovation. Instead of repeatedly requesting the government to do the necessary things, they give a shout-out to their volunteers and to people living nearby to help them clean out the spot. Its called a spotfix. A spotfix was organised in a place called Indiranagar, around 15 km from where I live. I was so excited to go for the spotfix, that I didnt care where the location was. I left home at 7 to reach there by 7.30, but reached there 15 minutes later. Well, I volunteered, and for my first time, I got to paint trees red! It was a really good experience. Working with people for a better living. For the first time, painting two streets with red was good! A small contribution, but something that might end up being helpful for someone!

This was the largest tree I painted and the most difficult one too. Your hand really starts paining after a while. While carrying that paint basket and the paint brush, and painting trees in around two streets. The trees too, were huge, and some insanely impossible to paint. But, I got around painting a part of such trees. 

That day, I realized the happiness you get after a job well done, and how you feel after working in a team to finish something you always wanted to do. The very thought about volunteering and being able to do it. Not only at this level, but at higher levels too (will be cleared in coming posts). I will be working with this organization for however long I can, and try to fix every dirty spot on the roads of Bangalore! 

Back to the Environment..

While travelling in the bus today, I had an imaginary conversation in my head. I really found it thought provoking, and here I am: sharing it with you guys.

Scenario: Me waiting at the bus stop where I bump into a friend on the bike.
P.S in this conversation, I can ride the bike.

Friend: Hey Ridhee!
Me: Hi! Where did you go?
Friend: Tuition. Where are you off to?
Me: Class. You should really not use the bike before you get your license you know.
Friend: Who cares? Its about looking cool. Even you should use the bike to go to nearby places. After all, how many women know how to ride a bike?? *winks*
Me: No big deal. I guess I'll concentrate on doing my bit first. *smiles*
Friend: What bit?
Me: Havent you heard? The earth is not a livable planet anymore...
Friend: I have. Why are they sending us to Mars then? Or searching for exoplanets
Me: By sending us to Mars, nothing can be accomplished. The atmosphere there is really thin to sustain life. The solar flares from the Sun can cause cancer. Exoplanets you say? The nearest exoplanet is around 12 light years away from us. Light takes 12 years to reach us from that planet. If we travel at the speed of light, we'll reach there by 12 years. If not, hundreds of years. Earth is our home.
Friend: Woah! Chill! Science geek.
Me: Correction. Astronomy geek.
Friend: How is astronomy related to being an environmentalist.
Me: It isnt.
Friend: *rolls eyes* Okay, so how are you "saving the environment"?
Me: Isnt it clear? By using public transport. Its minus one vehicle on the road.
Friend: Dude. It costs you.
Me: Travelling in a vehicle costs you more. Petrol prices are soaring.
Friend: It makes you look uncool.
Me: What's cool according to you?
Friend: Travelling in your own vehicle; people think you are rich.
Me: Well, I would love that, but what's the use when the earth will end? When we wont be able to live on earth anymore? I guess, I like the idea of making this place livable and then acting "cool" all I want.
Friend: *kick starting his bike* Well, Ridhee, you are one crazy girl! I wish people would actually think like you! All the best with your life!

And, he sped off, while I caught a bus to my destination.

Goals, Dreams, Ambitions

I have dreams to fulfill,
Goals to reach,
Ambitions to see.

I am not here to sit idle,
Nor will i sit idle
Until I succeed.....


My second "poem" after a year :)

Arvind Kejriwal

So, I came to know people have started criticizing Arvind Kejriwal. The person we all had hopes on to eradicate corruption from the Indian government. This just means people arent satisfied with anything! I mean, just because he wanted to accept a 5 BHK flat, there was such an outrage by the people! If he has promised so much, he has to work overtime, and, do you think he can do that in his current flat? He has allowed people to visit him at anytime with his vows. Do you think he can do that in his current flat? Doesnt he need a big space to work, meet people and also have a social life? Hasnt he fulfilled some of his promises? So, why dont we let him do his work with everything he has? And, everything needs? We should trust him and let him do his work! I still believe in him and always will. Because I dont have any other choice. And, I do believe that he is the one who will do everything to see India rise up again. He cant do everything in a day; nor in his small places! Sometimes, we should just let the government take care of everything. Its a request from my side. If we loose hope in this man, without any proper evidence of him practicing corruption, we are stopping a man who really wants to do something, before he can do it. Choose wisely.

Make a Difference!!!!

This is the first time I traveled during peak hour after shifting to my home...a year and a half after I shifted. And I noticed huge traffic jams everywhere! Infact, I was stuck in one for alomst 45 mins! Everywhere around me, I saw cars and buses stuck in jams. So many cars.......so much light pollution; air pollution; noise pollution. Stuck in the traffic jam I thought if people just think of the environment, start carpooling, or use public transport, would something happen? Will something happen to their status? Now, people who travel by public transport are actually respected! As travelling in big and expensive cars has become a status symbol, people hate travelling by the metro or the buses, either because its crowded or because they want to boast about their wealth. I have seen so many people travelling in SUVs to their offices, they sitting behind and their driver driving. Why do they have to do that? Why do we want to waste so much fuel and pollute the environment just because travelling through public transport is just too cheap for our status? Have we ever thought what would happen to us when the environment is damaged beyond repair? Its as if killing the environment is the only option. And killing the environment is killing us; killing humanity. So why not just use public transport and reduce jams and pollution and make India a quite country? If 30 million people owning cars use public transport, the government can improve of our public transport too! If we make an effort, the government bodies have to do something right? How are they going to do something when we ourselves dont cooperate? If we carpool or travel by buses what difference would it make?  Isn't it our responsibility, as human beings, to see that our environment isn't getting affected by our activities? Because whatever befalls nature, befalls its children! Which includes us too! We are dooming the earth to irreversible damage! Its time we understand this, and not only look at our benefits. I am doing my bit. Are you?

Arvind Kejriwal - The New Mahatma?

So, Arvind Kejriwal has been sworn in as the new Chief Minister of Delhi.  Shiela Dixit has been hit badly, and so has Congress and BJP. Congress has offered to support AAP to give them a majority so that they can form a government in Delhi, though no one knows why.

I said in one of my posts before that India needs a new Mahatma Gandhi to make it free of corruption, so I wonder now: Is Arvind Kejriwal our saviour? Is he the person who is going to make India a corruption free country? Well, to me it looks he is the new Mahatma. People have high expectations from him. But, he should tread carefully. If he stumbles somewhere, and doesnt give the people what he promised, or makes a delay in giving it to them, they might just spoil everything he has worked for. After all, people have been waiting for 0% corruption for a long time. They even want the corrupt ministers to get punished, and have low crime rates.

And, if he is successful, egos will be hurt. Politicians would want to kill him. A no confidence motion can be passed. Anything can happen. I hope he knows where he is going. I hope he knows how sensitive his situation is.

And, also, if Arvind Kejriwal fails, the common man's trust from the politicians and parties will be lifted. They will think India is doomed to corruption, and rightly so. But, God moves in mysterious ways. I dont think Arvind Kejriwal will fail. If he doesnt fail, other political parties would be forced to take the same path he took or they would be non-existent. Only one party would win every election. And, too much of something is bad. India would be an ideal democracy, but, there would be things troubling the people then too. It could be anything, though I cant think of anything that would trouble the people in an ideal democracy.

Moreover, and ideal democracy is possible in theory only. There have to be some flaws in every democracy; in every country. Nothing is perfect.

I wish Arvind Kejriwal all the best and I hope he is able to make a change in this place. This place really needs it.

Dreams...

Dreams...the word itself sounds so philosophical and out of the world. As if its something that cant be understood easily. On the contrary, its very simple. The English dictionary describes it in three ways. The first is a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep. The second is an idea or vision that is created in your imagination and that is not real. The third is something that you have wanted very much to do, be, or have for a long time. 

Here, I would be talking about the third meaning. Something that you have always wanted to do or become or something you have always wanted to posses. Everyone has dreams. They want a future they have dreamt of. Some people have every aspect of their future mapped out, and they are determined on following that plan. Some people dont really know what to do with their lives, but they do dream. They dream about what kind of a future they want.

I have dreams. Big dreams. These dreams I have had for a long, long time. I've had them for around ten years now. And, I want to fulfill them. Anything for them. But, now, as I am growing up, and its time to put the first of my plans that were on paper, into action, I hesitate. Contradicting thoughts start coming in. Because, life doesnt go the way we plan it. We plan it in a way where we get whatever we want, without any heartbreaks, and tears. But, life isn't that. It consists of heartbreaks, tears, achievements, fun, friend, everything. So, life alters our plans. It gives us everything in a balanced quantity. And, we find ourselves in a completely new place. After which we have to re-make our plans.

I have my future mapped out, but I am scared of the times when life will give me a completely new situation and I have to make my way after that. If my dreams are not realized, I will be shattered. I will be in a scary place where everyone is doing what they want to do and I dont know what to do. And, there would be no one who would come to my help.

So, now, when I am putting the first of my plans into action, I hesitate. I hesitate because, if I go wrong anywhere, my foundation would be shattered. I also hesitate because I wont be able to support myself financially, and I dont know if I will win a scholorship. Its scary now, when I think of it, but, on the contrary, having no plan is much more scarier.

Maybe now, I would just harness my skills, and try my best to fulfill my dreams....but, I guess, everyone is scared when it comes to getting out of school....

:)

....And Nothing Has Changed....

Its been a year, and nothing is different. Its been a year since Nirbhaya died, and everything is what it was a year ago. The incident that shook the whole nation didnt attract any reforms. Things are still the same. A number of girls still go through what Nirbhaya did that day. And, no one wants to come forward and impose the reforms. A reform which will protect both genders, the female from molestation, and the male from false accusation. Everyone is back to normal.

Everyone was agitated when this happened. Everyone shed a tear or two when she died, fought for some more time, and went back to their lives. Everyone forgot about the incident, including me. And, I hate to admit it. Now, its been a year, and everyone remembers it again. What do we do this time? Again have a candle march? How many candle marches should we have?

Moreover, how many people can we punish? Maybe, we might stop the crime rates, but its our duty to educate the people and change their mind sets. Just recently, a girl went through the same ordeal in Mumbai. And, Mumbai was supposed to be the safest city in India for girls. Dont you think its time we eradicate illiteracy from the country? That is the main reason all this happens. Isnt it time we show that the female is as important as the male?

I do think its time that the female can walk out of her home at any time and feel safe. We wont tolerate any more heart breaking news. People have seen enough. Its time everyone were safe, and  everyone lives in harmony, and in a true democracy.

Theatre.....

It all started four years back when my Mum's friend recommended her to send my sister and I to this children's workshop on theatre (its not exactly a workshop. Its a class). It was a trial class, and I liked it so much, that I told my Mom I am NOT leaving this Theatre Company, come what may. Here, is also where I found my best friend, but that is not the topic. The Company is Yours Truly Theatre (YT).
Its been four years now that I have been part of this team. Its been a really long time, and its been the best time of my life! The number of plays I have done here is just uncountable! This place has taught me so much more than any school could teach me!
After four years, theatre has become my second life. Whenever I go there for a class or rehearsals, its like living my life all over again. And, no, I am not leaving them. I just got a little sentimental about my passion. Yes, theatre has become my passion now. Its kind of difficult to imagine my life without theatre. And, I would like to thank my Mom to let me go over there for one trial class, which changed the way I look at the world. And, theatre is such a thing which can change one's life completely. It is something that can make a man start enjoying the small things in life. It is something that can make a man laugh at his own mistake, and it is something that can make man smile even in the worst of situations. We say acting is an art, and if you learn this art, you can face anything in this world. Theatre is my passion, which I plan to pursue as my hobby. Its become a really big thing for me in the past four years. Its like an achievement.
I have done a lot of extra-curricular activities from a very young age, but theatre is where I really progressed! Because, I knew that this is the thing I am really interested in. Theatre has really changed my life. And, I am not planning to leave it midway.
Last, I would like to thank YT for doing such a wonderful job! YT, you guys just rock!