Thursday, 14 January 2016

Ada Raama (A drama)

               I am as good an actor as Rajinikanth sans the style quotient. But that didn't stop me from taking part in school plays.

               My first tryst with drama was when I played a royal servant (Stop laughing,you!). I had to push the queen into her husband's funeral pyre, but fell into it myself. (Disaster #1)

               The first prominent character I got to play was a Brahmin woman, whose house showered gold coins, thanks to Adi Shankaracharya's blessings. Wearing a saree the Madisaar style is as uncomfortable as being seated on a Srilankan Airlines Economy class seat; with a toddler on your lap; with baggage at your feet. Deeply concerned about the precarious perch of the saree on my hips, I spoke my dialogue. Midway through it, I saw three-fourth of the audience stand up and walk away.The chief guest, singer Chinmayi, was leaving. Hence the commotion. (Disaster #2)

               Then, I played Sudha Chandran. As for the broken limb, I wore baggy pants that shielded my folded leg from view. At the end of a scene, I waited to be helped to the backstage (of course, I couldn't have 'walked' away). Unaware of this, my wretched 'mother' had left. I turned around and played hopscotch, swearing not to look back. Just then, my 'father' came over, thus sparing me some embarrassment. Inside, images of my father (the real one) glaring at me, for having let a guy hold me, haunted me. (Disaster #3)

               Playing a princess and then Mary Magdalene under better circumstances did nothing to lessen the inhibition that is now a part of my being. Since then, I've stuck to narration, thus not missing the fun that is unique to drama practice sessions, while also staying away from acting.

               My drama is now limited to feigning fatigue during times of impending disaster a.k.a household chores.

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