Theatre Gallery and Internals

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It’s been a long time since April 10 and 11, the two days we had the Theatre Gallery. Though a lot of new posts and stories have been written, right after April 11, I fell into the pit of internal submissions and practicals; and I’m currently binging on Something Just Like This (Damn!!! What a song!).
Right now, I have another test on the 9th, then 13th, then alllll the waayyyyy out on the 23rd. And then it’s done. College will be over. All four years of it; the end. I’m feeling optimistic, I’m not sad about it; college ending doesn’t mean I’ll lose touch with college. It stays, in here(points to the little thing called a heart).
A lot of writing, growing and maturity has taken place over the last month; when I couldn’t post. I want to tell you all about it; the Gallery, the act two weeks before that; the writing for the gallery, the concept and so much more. Theatre is a natural stimulant for a writer. Theatre moves away from the strict code of books and moves to more dramatic; and at times more artistic scenes, more abstract and open ended. Theatre allows for one character to be presented in a million ways by a million different actors, which is fuel for a writer, thinking of the million minus one which were not used. Then again, the scenes in theatre are less real and at times go more into the realm of the stage; scenes which only fit well on the stage and not a book. So naturally, when you spend so much time near a stage, your mind starts making scenes and stories which are more abstract and different from a book. You think of your characters as bigger than life rather than in life; you make them what people aspire to be, not how people are. A tinge of perfection to them, the tragic backstory, the ability to decide to act, and the ability to rise above life and its mundanity.
Some of these scenes and qualities you don’t find in books; so it’s important to be close to the stage as well in order to imbue new styles into your characters. For the stage, you need to write differently than the page; the page will leave you on your own with your mind to imagine, the stage makes you peer into the imagination of another.
I’ll go on in a few seperate posts about theatre and its impact, as well as the Theatre Gallery and its process of writing and it’s concept.
I also had my last practical today, which  went terrible, considering I knew more about the subject than 99% others. Bummer. The questions stumped me and left me shocked. But the day is a success, because it’s my sister’s birthday today ( she turns 25), and also coz I WAS IN THE ZONE TODAY!!!!!!!!!! I was on fire, metaphorically. I made terrible jokes, troubled everyone and everything, and then squashed up a golden opportunity to go to Taco Bell (Me sad. I have sad face while typing. I so sad). This is a learning experience, to not give up an opportunity for food which is there for something which could be there. McDonald’s it is now, sigh.
Till next time world, till next time. Till then, I shall be with my cartoonish and deep sullen sadness of compromising for McDonald’s.

Fight Sequence!!!!

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Cars. So many beautiful cars. All standing next to each other. Parked, in this huge parking lot. Parking lot of Cars under One Roof. This is the place to be for any car lover. Black, blue, red, violet, all the cars that money could buy, Nissan Micra, Nissan Leaf, Bugatti Veyron, Tesla Roadster and BMW series 7. The best part about it, I can sit here in peace and enjoy the scenery. Even the sunrays came down and kissed these cars. It felt as though nothing could ruin this moment.
As I observed them all in silence, I heard a few noises. Before I could even move my eyes, I saw a man get pushed into my view. The man was well dressed and well built. He wore a pair of denims, which seemed like C&K to me. I also believed that he wore a shirt, under his zipped white Adidas jacket, I could tell by the design. He also wore a small necklace in the shape of a capsule. He was rather muscular; his biceps were prominent, even under his clothing. He stood at 6 feet 3, 250 pounds I’d say. His face was a light brown, full of black facial hair. His eyes were hidden behind his Armani glasses. Rich, but not exactly the most stylish person in the world.
As soon as I completed the description, another man came running, jumped and used both his feet to kick the not-so-stylish man, but was blocked. The man was a more mysterious personality. He looked like a cross between a Jedi and a Hassansin. He had white khaki robes, closed from the front, a hood that covered his face and a red cape, a bit like that of Superman’s. He was about 5 feet 8, 180 pounds I’d say. He looked way more amazing in that simple get-up.
The mysterious guy started to run towards the other man, during which he flicked his wrists and protruded two daggers from his sleeves. The man on the other hand took out a sword under his jacket, a one handed scimitar, which only made him look way cooler. Both of them started to proficiently swing their weapons at one another. The not-so-stylish man was less trained. He had a lot of wasted moves; he couldn’t block or dodge quite a few strikes and let his guard down a bit.
The Hassansin-Jedi crossover guy was rather skilled and clever. He blocked all of the strikes and did not have a single wasted move. He then rolled towards his right and quickly threw a knife at the other man, which he blocked. He then threw another knife and started running behind it. The knife was blocked but the crossover guy stepped on the scimitar, jumped and delivered a roundhouse kick to the man, which knocked of his shades and sent him rolling.
In that brief moment, I saw both their eyes. The not-so-stylish man had simple black eyes, full of fear. The crossover guy on the other hand divine blue eyes.
He soon ran towards the man and stomped him and then picked his much taller adversary up. Now I was certain that there was no shirt underneath the jacket. The not-so-stylish man tried to reach for his necklace but it was thrown away The crossover guy then made the same gesture with his right hand and out came a double barreled sawed off shotgun. He fired a shot at the necklace. The shotgun produced two big balls of energy moving at faster than the thrown away necklace. As soon as it struck the necklace, the necklace started to glow red.
As soon as that happened, the man let out a half smile, revealing a few broken teeth. The crossover guy then threw his gun to his right, where it stuck to his robe.
“I think that’s going to explode?” the crossover guy said to himself. His voice was not heavy, just the usual male voice. He then made the same gesture with his left hand and the necklace flew towards his palm. He then shoved it down the other mans throat and threw him into the air.
As the body was in air, a blue light emanated from it and the man made a wave to him. Pretty cool if you ask me. In a split second the blue light became huge and in a flash the man disappeared.
“What?” the crossover guy spoke in a baffled voice.”What just happened? Was that a transporter capsule I just shoved into him instead of an exploder capsule? They are not going to like this”
He then turned around and took of his cape. As soon as he did, his whole attire changed. He was now wearing blue denim and a red hoodie and the glove transformed into a black glove which he wore on his right hand and walked away from the parking lot.


OOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH DAMMMMMMMMNNNNN!!!! This piece is ancient!! I posted this on my previous blog and even on this blog(I think). I thought I lost this piece but waahaaa!! There it was, sitting so calmly in my backup folder!
I wrote this piece at a time when I was obsessed by Fight sequences; because I always had fun making them up in my head so much. This piece is so awesommmmeeee!!!
Happy Reading!

Three Days, Three Posts

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Three Days, Three Posts!!!!!!!
Wooohooo!!!! I’ve gotten a bit of a creative rush after watching “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story” and “La La Land” on consecutive days and I’ll be posting reviews for the three movies I recently saw in the hall on three consecutive days. “Kahaani 2”, “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story” and “La La Land”.
I’ll be starting off with the review of “Kahanni 2” today, followed by “Rogue One: A Star Wars Story” tomorrow and ending it off with “La La Land” the day after!

This if going to be awesome!!!!
Happy Reading!

The Man on the Bridge

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The sun had set,
The moon was rising,
And the stars were
Taking formations.

As I walked down the
Lonely road, with no
Light but the fireflies,
I looked away into the
Expanse beside me.

A green land full of roses,
Huge tress with huge trunks,
Full of patches of golden sweetness.

As I walked on,
I felt the warmth of
The air, telling me
Winter is still a long time.

I scurried along the road,
Trying not to fall and
Make it in time for a show.

The bridge, a fine piece of
Wood and craftsmanship,
My penultimate stretch,
The Bridge, where strange
People witness strange sightings.

A river ran beside it,
Illuminated by the fireflies,
A figure ran from the
Shore ,oblivious to the
Beauty beside him.

As he ran towards me,
I gazed at his face,
Old, wrinkled, horrified,
His lips cut in spots,
His nose deformed and
Eyes white and soulless.

“They are coming”, he screamed,
Jumping frantically, he hit
His head on the wood.
“I’m bleeding, I’m bleeding”,

As he moved around, I
Grappled him , whispering,
“They’re not coming,
Because they already have”,
And let go of him.
He moved a few paces,
Eyes full of disbelief, watery,
Red drops fell on the ground
As he jumped into the
Black beauty, ruining its
Perfection for eternity.

As the fireflies circled around,
I moved on, laughing,
Wondering if I will catch the
Show on time.


An old poem, inspired by “The Scream” on suggestion of a friend. Feels great reading this again after almost four years!
Hope everyone enjoys it as well!
Happy Reading!

The Importance of seeng things through to the End

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As artists, we have the uncanny ability to make a new piece of art from just about anything. We could be seeing a weird man on the street, taking rubbish and Voila! We have a new character to act out. We may see two men standing five steps from the dumpster eating an ice cream who nonchalantly throw the wrappers on the road. That’s a new painting. We listen to a song and there it is! A new character to write a story about. As artists, we tend to get inspired by just about anything we perceive, provided we give it time.
But most of the times, we start and then we throw. We don’t finish. For one of many myriad reasons, such as losing inspiration, or finding it to be too repetitive or clichéd or just seeing it’s too similar to our previous works. And then, we either leave it half complete, or just throw it away, whither one suits the art form.
I’ve done it myself. Ever since I’ve started writing, every time I’ve become disenchanted with a story or the story becomes too boring to write or too demanding or I lose inspiration, it becomes a habit to leave the piece and move onto the next one; rather than scratching out what doesn’t feel good and moving on. For every story I’ve written, I have maybe one or two stories I haven’t completed.
It’s important to see our things through to the end. Not just for the betterment of our art, but for the betterment of ourselves as well.
Whenever we start a piece, we give an unspoken word. So by not finishing the piece, we break our word. And a man is only as good as his word, as many great men in movies and TV shows say.
This carries into our lives as well. There are so many times we tell somebody, “Yeah I’ll do this”, but when the time comes, we laze about and blow it off.
That’s not because we don’t complete our pieces. It is one of the side effects along with not completing our pieces. It is a side effect of our habit to leave things hanging, to not do them or leave them in between, as it suits us.
Most of the times, we don’t even know such a thing is going on with us. We think we’ll do better on the next piece (we often do). We think the person would understand our predicament and wouldn’t mind (even though we completely failed to understand that person and also our own limits).
While I have stated this in terms of artists at the start, such things happen with everybody. Be it a software engineer, who can laze about and complete their code later, a marketing salesman who can make a presentation later and so on and so forth. The advantage artists have, at times, is we do our art usually because we love it. A software engineer loves his coding, no doubt, but when your art is also a hobby, you tend to work with more passion and freedom because there is no pressure of your monthly income depending on it. So artists have the opportunity to improve one of their habits, of not keeping to our word by completing our pieces. No matter how boring they get, or how bored we have gotten, or how we may have gotten de-inspired and don’t find the strength to finish the piece.
Such a change won’t happen in one day, nor a week. It’s a habit we’re trying to change here, one that possibly has been there for a long time now. But if we work hard, our habit will change.
So the next time you think of leaving a piece, and do it, that’s a positive step. And if anybody who reads this and thinks of this article once before finishing the piece when they wanted to give it up, that’ll be a little victory and the goal of this piece will have been reached!


It feels so important to share little things like these; because when I’ve never had people to tell me such things which I deem important. So I’ve started finding these out on my own. And I have an impulse to share them with everybody, so that maybe somebody can benefit from such musings or find the answer to some problem of theirs!

Happy Reading!

Random Piece

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It was another hot day in India. The sun was up, so was the temperature. It was the wind that was down. But that never stops the youth from having fun, does it?
In a huge park somewhere in Delhi, there was a group of friends, about 17-18. Huge bottles of coke, snacks and music, the perfect plan, isn’t it? In the loud music, there was a huge boy, dancing with no care in the world. Long hair, a huge beard and extra bulky, wearing a green cargoes and a very baggy white t-shirt. As his friends either danced with him or walked away from his madness, he still didn’t care.
“Wait, guys stop the music,” shouted in his heavy voice.
“What happened?” his friends shouted in unison, surprised at the sudden change in his behavior.
“Quick, keep quiet and turn the music off.”
After a few seconds of the silence, a friend of his, short in height and a bit fat blurted out in equal parts anger and bafflement, “What the hell man?”
“Shhhh…… didn’t you hear that?”He spoke referring to a voice only he could hear.
Suddenly, the stationary hair of all the adolescents started flying in all directions.
“Uh-oh, get back now, everyone,” he shouted, having a serious expression as he performed a back flip. A figure came down at astonishing speed and kicked where the boy was standing, producing a large crack in the park.
“You know, for such a bulky person, you are quite flexible.” The figure exclaimed. He had a rather sly smile, and a not as serious tone. He was tall, but shorter than the boy. He was not nearly as bulky, but boasted a rather moderate build.
The boy only shook his head at his appearance.
“What? Not happy to see me? Last time I checked, you loved a good challenge,” he said.
“I’m out. So you leave.”
As soon as he finished, the man moved towards him with astonishing speed. As he drew his hand out for a clothesline, the boy ducked and rolled behind him. As soon as the man turned, he kicked him in the face.
The man got pushed back a bit. He then recovered and drew his left hand out for a punch, which was blocked by the boy’s right forearm. The man then punched using his right hand, which the boy blocked and then chopped. Seizing the opportunity, the boy struck by hitting his opponent in the face with his elbow.
Soon, the man’s expression started to change to an angrier one. The boy then flipped over the man, grabbing his neck and throwing him on the ground with himself.
As soon as they fell, the man loosened the grip on his neck and quickly jumped to his feet. He then tried to stomp the boy, who successfully dodged it by jumping to his feet. He then delivered a roundhouse kick, causing his opponent to hold his cheek in pain.
“Rather weak, aren’t you?’ The boy said, mocking his opponent’s skills.
The man then rushed towards the boy, his face glowing red with anger. He quickly threw a barrage of powerful punches towards the boy, some he dodged, some he blocked and some hit him hard. Soon the boy started to lose his balance, and fell down when the man pushed him. As he tried to roll away, the man delivered a punt to his head, successfully connecting.
As the boy kept on rolling, he took out a few small pearls from his cargoes and threw them on the ground. As soon as they hit the ground, they produced a lot of smoke.
The man roared, angry at his adversary’s cheap trick
“You see, while you grow tired of theatricality and deception, I am still very fond of it,” the boy smoke in a much more relaxed tone.
As the smoke settled, both of them ran towards each other and exchanged various blows. The boy efficiently released a dagger from his sleeve and proceeded to slash the man a few times.
“No space for wasted moves,” the man said.
The boy took out another dagger and ran towards his opponent. The man threw his heavy right hand at the boy, which he swiftly dodged and then proceeded to stab him with the daggers. One dagger was embedded in his wrist while the other one between his knuckles. Then in a heartbeat, he grabbed hold of the two and kicked the man backwards. The daggers moved through his skin, causing the man to writhe and curse the boy in agony.
The boy then held his daggers in his hands and assumed a battle stance. The man on the other hand, was bleeding profusely.
“I see now, peace didn’t cost you your strength. Neither has victory defeated you. But remember this, you are never out. The Assassins are back, and all the members are back too, even if you left.”
The boy ran towards the man, his daggers ready to slice him open. The man slowly raised his bloodied hand and explosions proceeded to take place. The boy got startled and stopped and a shadowy figure in a fast moving hover board grabbed the man and flew away. The boy simply looked on in bafflement, as did his friends at him and at what just happened.


This is another old piece I wrote waaaayyyy back in 2011, back in school, and it’s 2016, and I’m about to pass college in the next eight months.

This piece feels so happy and innocent to read again. I remember I had started an obsession with action pieces, to write action pieces as fluid and beautiful as the ones in movies and video games and this was an attempt at it!

Happy Reading!

Darkness

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Years have passed,
Months gone by,
Days struggled through,
Since the time
I’ve planted the seed,
The seed of darkness
Inside of me.

A life spent killing,
Torturing, assaulting,
Doing the dark deeds
Of a devil.

An age gone by,
And I’m yet to find myself,
Find where I stand
Since the time I’ve started walking.

Holding my drink in my hand,
Staring at the horizon.
Looking back at all the dark
Deeds I had committed,
At all the darkness preceding me,
Peering into the abyss of
Darkness in my heart.

And after all this when
Years have passed,
Months gone by,
Days struggled through,
It all boils down to it,
And I ask myself,
Is this why I like Dark Coffee.


Calling all coffee fanatics out there! XD I love this piece a lot. It’s anti-climatic, was fun to write and the expression on people’s faces after the ending where they show visible disgust and the ambition to try and take my life, makes my day 🙂 !Darkness.jpg