The Performer!

 Hey friends..I'm back..I don't know if you still like my blog..and I know it is about very simple and silly things..but that's the person I am.You can't expect me to be  a totally different person and write about great things!I'm like this blog...silly and simple and talkative..and its difficult to change now..

The topic for today is about my historic stage performances.I can talk nonstop but onstage I get very scared sometimes.

When in my kindergarten I was called to recite some nursery rhyme in front of the class and when I opened my mouth no sound came :D

My teacher Ms.Yvonne said"Lets increase her volume"and did some action similar to that but in vain!I didn't open my mouth. I did not know that in the years to come embarrassment was going to be my best friend!! ;)

Then came my 1st std.I was selected for the play "Sleeping Beauty".And you must have guessed that my role was NOT that of "Sleeping Beauty" :D

I wore yellow shirt and red pants and my dialogue was...NOTHING AT ALL!!

All I had to do was stand beside Sleeping Beauty along with two similar dressed girls.You can call us servants if you want :P When she falls asleep we also should sleep..

That too on the floor(Sleeping beauty slept on a bed!!)and also we had to wake up when she was kissed :P

What a tragic 1st performance!!

And my Mom took leave to watch me "perform" She didn't know that I had such an important part to play :P (My poor Mom bought a whole packet of buttons when one of my shirt buttons broke! When even I was not visible on the stage,what about my shirt button??)

Then came the event I will never forget in my life!

Youth Festival was going on and I wanted to participate in Fancy Dress and wanted to be this lady who collects plastics from houses.So in order to find out if my dancer friend has any costume which will serve the purpose my Dad called up her Dad and uncle suggested that there was a better option.Which was to dress me up as a kid who comes to collect money in trains and the only costume required was a shirt and shorts.

So Dad took leave and managed to get a shirt from our neighbours son and what was left was makeup and my Dad had a solution for that!

The Tamilians who iron our clothes use coal in the iron boxes and they throw it outside our house on the road and my Dad went and TOOK THAT COAL and made it into a paste and put it on my face and hands!!!!(he forgot my legs :P)

And gave me some postcards and told me that after going onstage I have to keep the cards here and there on the stage and then beg and cry and say"Amma,vallathum tharane"(Please give me something)

My Dad made me repeat the dialogue until I was perfect and finally it was time for me to go onstage. (Believe it or not-The then slim me really looked the part :D)

Tragedy!!My English teacher was standing right next to the stage and I was so scared as we have to give fine if we talked in Malayalam(Anglo-Indian School you see!!)and so I went on stage,took a bow and came down ;) BEGGAR WHO BOWS??IN THE BRITISH STYLE??IN INDIA??

My Dad almost got a heart attack.All the 'makeup'and dialogues and his leave wasted,thanks to me :D

He was so shocked that he couldn't even scold me ;) That was the last time Dad took initiative to get me into some programme at school!

Then when in third standard,I was selected for western dance.Hahaha!!!My partner was Khadeeja Kalanad..one of my closest friends in school..Pink frock and a red rose on my hair and a partner!!We practised and practised day and night and had dress fiitings.On the day of the dance we were specially made up.Lipstick was used to make our cheeks rosy(It looked red :P)And we were asked to smile showing our white(yellow!!)teeth and we started dancing to the tune O Sussanna..And during one step I had to sit down and my partner stand up and then suddenly I got kicked..and then I realised that I had to get up and I forgot as I was busy smiling!!(I believe in "Obey your elders" ;))

Then years passed and I was selected for Christmas Carol for many years.(I did not stand near the mic :D)My biggest dream in life was to be an angel in the Christmas play( I know what you're thinking-I'm born to be an angel :P)but everytime I went for an audition I was sent back!(The same teacher who sent me back used to be my teacher in kindergarten and used to correct my books and write Very Good Baby!and all the angels selected got a Very Good Baby Doll! So thats the reason!)

But once for a competition,I didn't go for any of the practise sessions and was forced to go onstage on the day of the program.And thanks to God,THE MIC WAS INFRONT OF MY MOUTH.I had a hard time acting!I was mute but acted like I was singing and thanks to me we won a prize ;)

Then came a one act play and I went for auditions and was selected for the role of Apple Woman!!!!And I had one dialogue :D and they made me buy red frock for the role!And before entering the stage,my teacher said she'll do my makeup. I was happy as a bit of makeup would do no harm, it would enhance my "beauty"

BUT!!

She used kajal to make my(bushy)eyebrows dark!!!And red lipstick!

I looked like a scarecrow!I used my new frock to wipe it and it got worse!They could have renamed my role as the ugly dark witch!(Thanks to my teacher!Did she have any kind of vengeance towards me?Or else why did she do such cruelty to me?)

Then many one act plays and dances where I managed to do okay.But once for Independence Day,my stage fear and tension made me bestow a Doctorate degree on Bal Gangadhar Tilak :D

Everything went fine, but suddenly I said, Like Dr.Bal Gangadhar Tilak said...when did he take a PhD???

When I reached college,I sang thrice and not a single one  of the songs were audible,thanks to the non-stop boos from the audience(People cannot accept talent!!Jealous world)

Even on my own Farewell day my juniors were forced to boo,thanks to my great song!

One more incident that happened was: There's this inter-college fest called AZone. We were planning to participate in an event called Oppana but we were told that we cannot go! The reason was simple-The year before that we went and lost :D So they did not want to take another risk! That was kind of okay, but instead of us, our juniors were going! The seniors in us were hurt and due to minor issues with ego we learnt a new art form and decided to participate. We tried hard and learnt it and finally started performing. But suddenly something went wrong. When we realized what was wrong,it was too late!THE SONG!!
All of us we doing different steps and few of us collided with each other. I almost fell over during one step!
And we got down from the stage.. I was confused if I should laugh or cry! What an embarrassment! We were representing our college, for Gods sake :( But when results came we were given 2nd place (Not to mention that there were just 3 participants and now you must be thinking how bad the 3rd prize team would have been!!)

Life is a drama and we are all actors..and mine is extra dramatic(Everyone feels the same I think)

I don't know why God adds the spice of embarrassment to my life!!

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Can't and won't change :)