Staged !!!

To think of it this post comes a bit of late , as I was busy in updating my other blog (link given below)
Last week I had my 20th play in IIT. The stage has become a familiar place for me now, perhaps even more than the classroom I sit in. Getting involved in dramatics made my life well phased out. It would be atleast 2 society productions every year, 3 open IITs 3 Inter halls, rehearsals which lasted late night to early mornings either in the institute foyer or in the RP common room. Sometimes I wonder what my entire stay in IIT would have been without the stage at Netaji Auditorium.
The first time I jumped up on stage it was with a group of revered seniors, a new stage , a new make up room. I had tufts of some synthetic strands glued up to my face. It was supposed to be a beard. The glue applied so lavishly to my face made matters even worse. Rather than concentrating on the dialogues I was trying to avoid to ingest those loose fibre strands, that hung loosely over my lips.
Last week it was a new stage, a new make up room, and a bunch of fresh kids .
Still the feeling was of the same effervescent nervousness which I felt while treading on Netaji for the first time, the same tremors of "what's if something goes wrong? ", the same enthusiasm to give in my best in this performance.
Some things never change
Last year after the annuals , I had made up my mind to quit acting. Somehow when Open IIT English came close this year, the stage kept calling to me. For the last year I was so busy in directing the plays that I had to curtail my first love - acting. This year suddenly I chanced upon the script which we rookies had put up in our first year. As nostalgia flooded in, I resolved to do this play once more in an effort to win a prize that it ever so deserved.
The calls were becoming stronger.
Late night rehearsals started in RP common room, and I found out a bunch of kids who obeyed every word I said .
The call was responded
7 people up on stage; Name of the play - "Refund".
This is what the stage can do to people like me . We forget all the resolutions we make, the promises made to our parents , just to get a sniff of that feeling of creating something new, a feeling which has addicted me to the core of my existence.
And still I am waiting for my next play


Next time perhaps when my thoughts aren't so incoherent , I will write about acting.