The Good Road

Oh, she had been such a mess when he had seen her for the first time!

Hair tied up in an untidy ponytail, chugging away cans of beer, her eyes (a beautiful shade of hazel) now looking bloodshot, desperately trying to flirt with the rather dumb bartender (contrary to the popular belief of them being suave), her beer-stained-still-wet tops serving as an eye candy to the strange men grooving past her. The loud music was making her wild. The dark ambiance had not shrouded her, but had strangely added to her gloom, somehow making her stand out to him. He was completely fixated at her.

Well this one was definitely a pity-at-first-sight, so to speak. But still…

Initially, there had been disgust at her lascivious pouts, and then slowly, that had transformed into pity at her ungracious demeanor. But gradually, steadily, progressively, he had felt drawn towards her. There was something about her, something disturbing. Something that needed a cure, something that wanted to be heard, something that wanted a good, warm cuddle. Beneath that raving soul, he could make out a sad, silent hum. A hum so loud that she had come to this pub to overwhelm it. And, he walked towards her. Why, you ask? Even he wasn’t sure… He had never been impulsive his whole life; every decision he ever took was cold and calculated. But this time, it was different, he could sense it. And it was unsettling. Yet, he chose to approach her…

Two hours later, he had dropped her at her home. He walked back his way past that silent suburb. Paved, wet roads. Giant, arching trees filtering the moonlight. He kept walking silently. The crickets kept chirping in their monotones. His eyes were moist. There was a deep, uncomfortable, almost heart-aching feeling that kept ricocheting inside his head. The way she had cried on his shoulders! Not cried, wailed! He had most certainly been taken aback at that point. But he knew she had needed a ‘tuning’, a reality check, a bounce back. Big time…

As she had wetted his shirt from her tears of angst and agony, he had felt salvated from his own demons. After all those years, he had finally found a way out. A path towards his redemption. It was a mutual, symbiotic union. Her tears had purged his suppressed anxiety. His shoulders had given abode to her grieving soul. What more could both of them have asked for?

Today, after nineteen years of marriage, three beautiful daughters, and those countless little meanwhile moments, there they were! Strolling out in that open expanse of their ranch, while their girls enjoyed their holiday time back in the farmhouse, they saw the sun bidding farewell to another great day. A great day for the world, a great day for their daughters (thankfully!). But just another day which both of them survived. They stopped. Looked at each other. Smiled. He moved towards her and kissed her. A passionate yet tender kiss. Then they stood out in the ranch holding out each other’s hand watching the sun descend, their healing souls a testimony of the true power of love. And yet, none of them knew how long would it work like this. But for now, they had each other. For solace, for strength, for peace…

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Things learnt along the way…

WordItOut-word-cloud-376600Ok then, after one entire semester and two Nukkad Natak performances, I have come at terms with the level of dedication the Dramatics Club requires. Having keenly observed our seniors and getting into the groove with the underlying reason why we do Nukkad Natak, I have come to realize a thing or two about the dynamics involved. Initially, I used to have this feeling about myself that I have a great passion for performance arts, that I have pretty good skills regarding dramatics and that once I go to college; I will be an asset for the Dramatics Club over there. Only if I had realized how gullible it was to think this on my part! Not saying that I was completely wrong and had made myself believe something like a fool, but that joining the IIT-J Nukkad Mandali has been an eye opener and that too, on many levels.

First and foremost, the club is a great leveler, and quite frankly puts things into perspective. You get to meet people, know their thought processes, and get to develop and maturate your own. No matter what mama said, you are NOT god’s special snowflake. There are 20 more of you in any given area. The only optimistic approach you will need when this realization dawns on to you is to find the people you love and a thing which you love doing and do it. People will notice!

The next pivotal part of this club is scripting. Well, I for one haven’t been the part of this activity being a newbie, but have certainly deduced a thing or two about the intricacy involved. Essentially, an “artist” with nothing to say is “retired”. Going by this adage, you really need real-life experiences, you need ideas and emotions flowing through you when you’re actively creating, and even more so when you are not.

As is the case with most of the acquired skill sets, one should always remember this – you’re not done learning. One simply can’t sport a know-it-all attitude with people he is working with. A highly flexible and personalized outlook is necessary to remain an active, versatile and productive club.

Now there’s something which I don’t associate to having learnt upon joining the club. It is something which I believe in inherently. Showing professionalism along with your passion towards pure, romantic art is not always a bad idea. Adding fresh dash of creative and commercial ideas apart from staying close to your roots will prove to be an added bonus. Having a plan helps, really!

Then obviously, talking about being the part of an extended and a special family, I should say I love being the part of this Bakait group. The level of fun and entertainment we have is surely unmatched. And boy, should I mention the jealous looks of my peers when they see me exhausted on returning from those frequent and well deserved parties?

It has been a great start, so to say. Desperately waiting for what lies ahead…

It happens with me all the time…

You know when sometimes you meet someone so beautiful and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, when you meet them you think, “Not bad. They’re okay.” And then you get to know them and… and their face just sort of becomes them. Like their personality’s written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful….