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Senses

 

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She was deceptive; She could smile even while an ocean roared within her.
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She lived on..only to learn that it was just the same old life.
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Too easy it was to sketch her physique..but her mind, never can you manage to get hold of it.
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A confused Soul..she was..caught in between her Dreams, Reality and Freedom.
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Sensuality that adorned her was suppressed and subdued, only to cost her..her Dignity.
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Twisted and tangled.. Yet beautiful was her life..
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And cheers to her desires.. that knew no bounds!

Sacred

 

And after a short break

Yet another story to start

The story of a blank canvas that got

Coloured and uncoloured with unrequited love

 

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The story with that beautiful eyes

That one she might have been searching for years

And there began a beautiful love story

Her own story

 

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She started painting her life

With the beautiful colors of love

She was so bestowed that

She was experiencing the sacredness of love

 

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And finally when the beautiful story was reaching its end

He stood there

With all his passion

And love for life.

He was enticed with the adventures of life

Her colors of love failed to color him

Even a single drop couldn’t touch him

And thus came an end to the beautiful love story 

Colored and uncolored with unrequited love

       ❤

                              

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Technical Innovation in Theatre: The Legends of Khasak

 

Beyond words is the experience this drama could impart. We were not watching a drama but witnessing real life. The new theatrical endeavour of dramatist Deepan Shivaraman Khasakinte Itihasam is an independent adaptation of O V Vijayan’s novel of the same name. I am happy that I got an opportunity to experience it.

 

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Fired up! The open air stage

 

This particular enterprise produced by Trikkarippur K M K Kalasamiti adopted a novel form of presentation and stage craft. They introduced an open-air theatre with galleries for the audience to be seated. I wonder it is modeled on a Greek theatre. The stage consists of main stage, sub stage, ground and its premises. The characters were coming out from various parts of the whole of the arena. It was not like playing a usual drama, people were just caught on their collars and dropped into the midst of the story. The brains behind the stage let the audience experience it rather than just watch it. It was an excavation onto the Legends of Khasak. The legends of Khasak came out of their graves and took us to their times. They lived, made love, fought, cried and died in front of us. The characters were alive they were not acting.

 

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Play of colors

 

Most of the modern technologies were incorporated to make the experience wholesome. Artificial rain was used which was over whelming. Projecting some shots in screen parallel to the play is a new thought. Lighting by Jose Koshi was excellent with yellow and blue colors dominating the rest. At some instances, fire was the only source of light which created a different atmosphere. The mesmerising power of music added to the ambience. The neighing of horses, sound of its footsteps, background score with a Sufi touch, the narration of the story of Shake Thangal and his troop of thousand and one horses and three full songs made sure we were completely involved.

 

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Mesmerising rain

 

It was an experience satisfying all our senses be it visual, auditory, taste or smell. The hot and spicy biriyani served to audience during Mymuna’s marriage was rich in smell and taste. The fire, water, and earth have strong presence throughout the play. The scenes of exorcism wouldn’t have been excellent without fire. Fire torches were used abundantly in the play. The artificial rain in this play was unexpected but awesome. The main stage was bare earth. The characters rolled over it and even slept over the mud. The props like snake, doll, masks, mats and tomatoes acted as symbols and image.

 

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Bare Earth turned a stage

 

I wonder this is how the theatres in Kerala are expanding their scope. I like to look at this enterprise as a showcase of technical innovation. This is something worth calling a post-modern drama. This particular theatre enterprise would be a huge leap in the history of modern Malayalam theatre. Making use of all possible techniques at present to impart strong emotions made it an experience that gifted me a worthy three and a half hours in my life.

 

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A Visual Treat!

Listening to Indian Beats

Every journey is an escape that leads one to an experience.

After completion of my graduation I was constantly facing the question of what now? Overcome by pressure I thought it was high time to take a break and decided to go on a tour. Many tourist websites were surfed , pages of numerous travel magazines were flipped over . But the question of finance wasnt one we could settle in all the tour packages I came across.

One day father called me to suggest a tour package offered by the Indian Railway known as ‘Bharat Darshan’. It offered a journey by train of ten days to visit four important places in India: Agra ,Delhi, Jaipur and Ajmer. The tour package seemed feasible as it demanded only eight thousand per head including food and accommodation. So this package was finalised and I set out for the trip.

Unlike others my excitement at first was not over the trip but as I could escape from the ever haunting question at least for a while. But soon it turned out to be a journey of experience…a once in a life time experience!

 

Glimpses from the journey

 

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Spread across like a sea

Yet charmingly flowing river

Kaveri River

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Holy Ganga in ruins

Ganga River

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Goods trains from the mines of Madhya Pradesh

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Apparitions that come and go by…

Glimpses from the Railway Station

Madhya Pradesh

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Watching the Sun set is joyous

No matter if it’s in the Sea or on mere barren land

Setting Sun ending the day

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Thousand calls have I had to lay on your lap

Under the shades of  Father,

  O Mother Earth

Premises of Qutub Minar

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Yes I eat your land 

And breath out fumes.

Factories in Gujarat

I thought of not including the pictures of Tajmahal or the four main places that I visited , as most of you are quite familiar with it and as my focus is not on them but rather on the few glances my eyes caught on the way.

Few sights were there which no camera could capture and which created in me an urge to jot it down. One such was the sight in Gujarat station where men, women along with children were relieving in open spaces near railway tracks in wide view of all passengers. They had only a mug of water in their hands. I could not find any feeling of shame on their faces, not even in the face of women maybe as they had no other way. At first it was embarrassing, later I felt sympathy which ended up in a sense of resentment towards those in power. Those were the sights that one would least expect even in their nightmares.

Another troubling sight was to see the widespread use of tobacco both by men and women in equal measure. Happy that the use of liquor is comparatively less but still these addicts are forgetting the fact that smoking really can kill.

Gujarat doesn’t offer any sight of lush green but is abundantly rich in factories, big and small , in all possible corners . One can not find a single river that hasn’t either dried up or isn’t highly polluted.

The last sight that struck me the most was the tribal way of using vehicle the people without a tinch of concern for the fellow travellers or for the passengers. Horns with piercing sound breaks through the ear drums making us a real dumb in all sense. In the morning by no time urban roads turns to a mess especially in Agra with the traffic rules being defied in all possible way by the masses.

It is true, what our Father of Nation once said, “To know the real India travel through its villages”. For me it was possible to grasp a portion of what rural India is only because of the train journey I could undertake. Though my destinations were quite eye capturing , it was certain other sights that I mentioned above that actually captured my heart! Though they weren’t pleasant in the least possible way, they finally gave way to experiences.

And now I’m back to face the same old question for yet another course of time. I guess one needs to travel for a while when questions raised by life makes you too weary and in such journeys destinations are least important. Just remember to  keep your eyes and ears wide open. Who knows, the journey itself turns into destination at times!

Lost princess

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From here a story begins

The story of a dream

Dream of a beautiful love story..

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She started her journey behind a prince

The One who came in her dreams

The One who she loved with no reasons

The One who made her believe 

in the dream of reality.

She followed him

Her prince.

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When her story was nearing the end

She didn’t know

That her dream of reality was turning

to just another dream

That would end when she opens her eyes

She was lost

Lost in the midst of woods

Far away from her prince

Like a lost princess.

A Marriage Portfolio

 

First Easter after Marriage

Hus: Honey… come let us cook the meat first.

Wife: Oh why not sweety.

Fifth Easter

Hus: Cook the meat first.

Wife: Okey..

Tenth Easter

Hus: Why can’t you cook the meat first?

Wife: All these bullshits. Are you blind? Can’t you see I have so much to do? Don’t order me about like that. I am not your servant. Goddamn! take me out of this hell!

 

Twentieth Easter

Hus:

Wife:

Brimming silence!!!

Peaceful easter!!!

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Speak Out

 

I am no god

to find out your heart’s secrets.

I am no god

to find out your mystic thoughts.

 

Speak out

when your heart aches.

Speak out

when your soul cries.

Speak out

when Your nerves break.

Speak out

when your pintle tense.

Speak out 

when your ass stinks.

Speak out

when your phlem clots.

 

I am no god…No god.

 

But I am man

my ears are open

my heart is soft

my brain is clear

I listen.

Bottle of emptiness

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Green was its color

But its emptiness remained colorless,

Bottle seemed to be closed

But its emptiness remained untrapped,

Elongated the bottle was

But emptiness fully occupied it,

Similar was that emptiness

To the one I experience.

Does that prove,

Emptiness fills in you and me?

 

But,

It was simply a bottle,

with emptiness in it.

 

She

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The window panes slashes 

vigorously beside her cot.

She opened her eyes that whirls in hot

and looked through the window

what a heavy rain.

The black drops tear the sky

They fall like ancient promises

pierces the earth and vanishes.

She tried to collect her dream’s key

Alas she forgot it somewere.

Its darkness all over

the thunder roars over and over

lightening cracks

strom creaks.

Beside her lies the chains of her hope

strangled beneath her stomach

in complete dope.

Piercing the darkness she had a vision

of thousand sunshine

over her submission

The rain is over.

She loosened the strangled knot.

Leaving him behind

She rose and walked towards the door

opened to see an aura

that pains her eyes.

This is a new sunshine.

She extended her wings

And began to fly to the horizon.

This is a new sunshine.

 

Crafted solitude

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A bit of fragrance always clings to the hand that gives roses.