Relief

It was just another day. Yet another day, of hitting new lows, of feeling isolated and lonesome, of abject surrender and disillusionment until...Until I got a call from a very special person (best friend is an understatement for him). We don't talk everyday. Infact we talk once in months!. It's been eons i've seen him. But when we spoke, it was as if we were  still teenagers, frenetically hopping from one coaching centre to another, eyes full of dreams, our newly discovered bodies full of experiences! (in a strict sense of personal, self-discovery though, but why am i even giving a clarification!)He was probably high, and I was low! But we spoke as if we were still in class X, as if we had just met an hour back. And I felt so positively reassured, of not having to be alone in Mumbai, of not having to spend too much, of not having to be ALONE at all. Perhaps that is what friendship is, the feeling of absolute comfort, beyond the selfish pillars of P&L accounts. Perhaps it is something more that I am still not able to comprehend. The call left me with a lasting sense of security, of assurance, not only of a comforting person, but of my roots, of my foundations, of my comfort zone. This one is dedicated to you, my comfort zone :)

Sometimes the darkest pall of gloom

Brights up by a conversation most inane

All it takes is a pal, held close to bosom

And memories, of a time carefree and insane

The times ahead will try to gulp

Us, like acquisitions and hostile takeovers

Let’s not pledge, nor be candy floss-pulp

Let’s be us, of the same chai, undies and pullovers!

Us of  teenage, of ambitions and mistakes

Us of  weed, and seeing Time go slow

Us of the unflinching hatred to dictates

Us of reaching new highs and newer lows

Theatrix-Tohfa (adapted from a short story by Sadat Hasan Manto)

A humble effort by Theatrix-the passionate Theatre club of IIM-K, and an integral part of my stay here. It is the rehearsals, the uncertainty till the last second, the thousand goof ups that only we notice on stage- all these give me a welcome breather from the insane, monotonous academic pressure at IIM-K. Theatrix instils pride in each of it's members, a vent for creativity and a confidence to hold our heads high. I am sure to post more of our work here. Like each of my works in this site, my poems or my reflections, the process of labour at Theatrix is similar and the testosterone rush as the curtains fall and the applause begins- no less than being kindly appreciated for a poem.  I wish I had a video of the nukkad we performed at Roobaroo, real proud of that work too

Directed by : Debtanu Dutta
Adapted for stage by : Ashish Tickoo