Expressed!

It was 7.30 p.m, tiring, with no energy Joseph came to his apartment, infracted, discomfited; he threw his brief case and headed towards his kitchen to brew some coffee. He was not in best of his senses; life for him had become a deserted road, Joseph, has lost faith n everything and more importantly he had lost his self-respect, he wanted to commit suicide but the cruel world would title him as “coward”, joseph’s life was like a sailing boat which was sinking in his own tears, phew!! As he sat on the couching sipping the coffee, he opened the dairy which he had treasured for a long time, “I love her...” he sighed, “I still love her...” he cried, his tears rolling from his tired eyes “ I bewrayed her..” he screamed…

Joseph was the most adorable guy, she could have ever found, both fell in love in no time and avowed to live for each other, Cynthia was a marketing executive and Joseph was the junior visualizer, it never appeared as if there was any distinction of work between them, even though Cynthia was his boss she always had that extra edge for him, she wasn’t too indulgent when it came to work and he never used his love when it came to official matters, “cynthy can we have dinner together today?” he asked her in the most polite manner, “no joseph, I have a client meeting, you carry on..” she replied with lot of hard feelings “I understand.. Catch you later...” they were so understanding, “hello Joseph, I got my promotion, I am the new marketing head now..” exclaimed Cynthia and joseph stood there with his other colleagues trying to get a sneak peak at his lady love, who had achieved something remarkable, joseph was lost in her love and so was Cynthia, the sun wouldn’t set without seeing them drive together to the nearest “mackson’s café” life for them was a unanswered emotion, a untold feeling, the entire “Jermy’s Solutions Inc” knew their romance and no one defied to disturb them.

“Cinthy!! Cinthy!! I got 2 tickets for a movie at 3!” Joseph was so commoved that he dint notice the meeting that” was going on in Cynthia’s office, embarrassed with his excitement Cynthia shouted “Mr. joseph, can’t you see that we are in a meeting and its very important to knock ones door before entering..” Joseph returned to his house broken and scourged.. and the phone rings….

“Hello?? Joseph here” in a meek sorrow tone, “I joseph, Cynthia here I am so sorry I was silly and ridiculous, I hurt you.. “

“cynthy are you drunk?? ya! Huh! Yes! You are drunk..” but why?

“I want to come there and spend time with you, can I joseph? Can I come to your apartment?”

“But cynthy you are drunk. How will you? Should I pick you up? From some where”

“ha ha ha ha, you are always sweet sweet heart, just open your door and you can see your cynthy..”

Joseph runs towards the main door and opens to his astonishment, finding cynthy lying there on the floor….

Cynthy finds him and hugs him tightly.. her senses totally bygone, cynthy falls at josephs feet crying…

“Cynthy, for god sake, Come in!! and please control your senses.. Why did u drink so much? If you cannot withstand it??”

As he carries her inside his apartment, “sit her, I will get you some fresh coffee, so that you can come out of your 9^th world..”

“Joseph, can I have a drink please?”

“NOooo, have you gone mad, you are drinking coffee and nothing else that that, understand ?”

“but……..”, “no cynthy, sorry…”

Joseph gets a mug of hot coffee and hands over to her.

“Here it is…”

“Now what happened tell me..?”

“I did not do the brightest thing on earth by yelling at you at the office in front of so many people…”

“Neither I cynthy.. it was so stupid of me. To barge in at your office and take out 2 tickets..” laughs joseph..

“joseph you are not mad at me right??? I thought you will ditch me..are you fine?”

“Have you gone mad? No darling! Life for me with you is more than my carrier and I would take many of such with light heart only to be with you…”

“but still joseph..”

“Oh! Cynthy will you cut your crap? Please, don’t you remember the dreams that we have to fulfil? The house that we though of buying, our hope, our desire”,

Joseph holds cythia, sees straight in her eyes and then there is silence, lips throbbing, hands trembling, tears rolling out, his heart filled with love for Cynthia, joseph whispers “Cynthia calm down!! I love you my sweet heart!!!”

Cynthia breaks down..in despair, touched by his feeling towards her

Looking at his eyes hugging him tightly, kisses him and utters

“Joseph, I want to spend my last leg of journey with you…”

“ha ha ha, you are as silly as it can get cynthy right??” he laughs as he looks at his watch

“cynthy it is 2 o clock in the night, you have to be at your home darling! Wont your parents get worried?” you need to get home baby!!!

“no, please I want to spend time with you, I want to be there whole night, please this can be our last night..”

“cynthy you are drunk and not in your senses completely, please will you go home now its late and it might get more dangerous…”

Joseph drags her to the parking lot and pushes her in the car..”

Cynthya cries all her way down and forces him not to send her soon…

Joseph pushes her into the car and runs up to his apartment…

As he enters, the phone rings..

“hello??”

A weak voice from the other side, “hello son, this is albert, cynthia’s father…”

Joseph talks in excitement.. “hello, uncle nothing to worry, Cynthia just left she will be reaching home safely….”

“Well, I wish son!!!, but Cynthia MET WITH AN ACCIDENT AT 8 o CLOCK IN THE EVENING AND PASSED AWAY ON THE WAY TO HOSPITAL AT 9 o clock…”

Joseph keeps the phone in shock and then there is that long silence…………………

As I set to watch the movie which had captured millions of people this season, they say 'Dreams unlimited', well when 'Dreams become a part of reality?" or may be "REALITY?" huh! I was believed to literally prepare myself before i could step into cinema hall, I read loads of pages before I could sense "Inception"

'You dream! and then Dream to reality' stuck me hard, the line in the film which said "Never construct a dream out of your own memories" actually had invoked in me a bigger dream, as I wrapped the film and rose to go home filled in a deep surprise and with an pinch of feeling that went something like "What the f@(&##?", "How is it possible to think of such a script or a story line" for a moment I thought I was 'Dreaming' to have been sitting in a cinema hall and watching a nerve breaking film such as this.

My head was constantly cogitating on the story line and then it stuck me! was it completely new? 'Dreaming is not new' which the film makers also knew I suppose but the whole concept of planting an idea in the sub-conscious mind is not so new to us, just go back down the memory lane and you will find your grandmother telling stories on indian mythology where ideas were formulated only through dreams!

Ramanujacharya dreamt the fact that he had to settle down in melukote for years to drive the whole "Shree-vaishnava" philosophy down south, There is an interesting legend associated with the birth of Adi Shankaracharya. It is believed that, Lord Shiva appeared in the dreams of Sankara's parents and asked them to make a choice, whether they want to have a mediocre child who lives a long life or a precocious child who would not survive for a longer period of time. Thus, they mutually decided to go in for the second option. Later, a son was born to them, who was named Shankara.

Stories doesn't end here, it is believed in my family that my great grand father actually met few villagers in his dream who persuaded him to take up the job of 'offering pooja' to the village deity which inturn happened to be a dream, not that I had to build this one. Indian Mythology is perhaps driven by dreams and planting ideas in dreams with every second king and sage getting dreams and ideas planted.

Kamsa, the great daemon himself predicted his death by the dreams that he got, where he dreamt of his nephew killing him; stories never end here, as I tried to churn out more logical meaning to the the whole concept of 'Inception" I was beginning to realize that "Inception" is strongly related to our 'Indian Mythology' only that the centuries ago we did not have a camera to capture it. "Placing ideas in one's mind" is actually a known trick which is proved to be a successful technique right from the day our mythology was born! In a very 'not so famous' interview, the makers of multi-billionaire blockbuster movie 'Avtar' accepted the fact that the film is partly based on the concept of "Aatma being the real soul and the real protector the body is just Karma" which is exactly the phenomenon our few shastra's preached us ages ago.

So what is gone is coming back! I kind of felt relived after the fact that "Inception" is nothing but a recreation of our story in a new bottle, as we move ahead into 'next generation cinema' I see most of the films based more on the Indian philosophy and mythology. As i wrap up my 'perception' I just "dream' that one day the thing line between dreams and reality masks your 'Totem'!

ನಮ್ಮ ಸಾಮಾಜದ ಒ೦ದು ರೂಡಾರೂಡೀ ಎ೦ದರೆ ಎಸ್.ಎಸ್.ಲ್.ಸಿ ಆದ್ಮೇಲೆ ಎ೦.ಇ.ಸ್ ಅಥವಾ ವಿಜಯಾ ಕಾಲೇಜಿಗೆ ಸೇರೋದು, ಆಮೇಲೆ ಇದ್ದೇ ಇದೆ, ನಮ್ಮ ಸಿ.ಇ.ಟಿ ಆಮೇಲೆ ಇ೦ಜಿನೀಯರಿ೦ಗ್, ೪ ವರ್ಷಗಳ ಓದಾಟ, ಅದೂ ಓದದ್ರೆ, ೪ ವರ್ಷಗಳ ತಿರುಗಾಟ, ಹುಡ್ಗೀ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿದ್ರೆ ‘Bike’ ನಲ್ಲಿ, ಇಲ್ಲಾ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ’Bus’ ನಲ್ಲಿ.

ಆಮೆಲೆ ಇದ್ದೆ ಇದಿಯಲ್ಲ ನೈಟ್ ಔಟ್ಸ್ ಮತ್ತು ಕ್ಯಾಂಪಸ್ ಇಂಟರವ್ಯು ಗಳ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ. ಇಷ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಮುಗ್ದಿಲ್ಲಾ ಸ್ವಾಮಿ, ಇನ್ನು ಶುರು ಆಗೋದು ನಮ್ಮ ದೇಸಿ ಹುಡಗರ ವಿದೇಶಿ ಕನಸು. ಅಮೇರಿಕಾ ದಲ್ಲಿ ಎಂ.ಸ್ ನಮ್ಮ ಸಮಾಜದ ಪ್ರೊಡತ್ವ.

ವ್ಯಕುಂಟ ಎಕಾದಶಿ ಸಾಲ್ ನಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತ್ಕೊಂಡು, ’ರೀ ನಮ್ಮ ಮಗಾ ನ್ಯುಯರ್ಕ್ ಕಾಲೇಜಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಎಂ.ಸ್ ಮಾಡ್ತಿದಾನ್ರಿ’ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳದ್ರೆನೇ ’ಸುಖ’, ’ಸಾಧನೆ’ನಮ್ಮ ’Parents’ ಗೇ.. ‘Break’ ಗೆ ಇಂಡಿಯಾ ಗೆ ಬಂದಾಗ’ಮಾಗಾ/ಮಗ್ಳು ಹಿ೦ತಿರುಗಿ ಬಂದಾ/ಬ೦ದ್ಲು’ ಎಂದು ‘ನಳಪಾಕವನ್ನೇ’ತಾಯಾರಿಸುವ ನಮ್ಮ ಸಮ್ಮಾಜ ಹಾಸ್ಯಮಯ..

ಇನ್ನು ನಮ್ಮ ದೇಸಿ ಹುಡುಗರು/ಹುಡಿಗಿಯರು ಏನು ಕಮ್ಮಿ ಇಲ್ಲಾ ಬಿಡಿ..

ಹೀಗೆ ದಾರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅಡ್ದಾಡ್ಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗ್ತಿರ್ ಬೇಕಾದ್ರೆ.. ನನ್ನ ಹಳೆಯ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತ ಒಬ್ಬ ಸಿಕ್ದ್ದಾ.. ‘ಏನೋ, ಏನ್ ಸಮಾಚಾರಾ.. ಆರಾಮ,ಯಾವಾಗ ಬ೦ದೆ?’ ಆಂತ ಮಾತಾಸದ್ರೆ..’, ‘ Who are you?’ ಅ೦ತ ಕೇಳ್ಬಿದೋಡೆ..’ ನಾನೇನೋ ಅವನ ಹತ್ರ ದೋಚೋಹಾಗೆ ನನ್ನನು ಕಿರುಗಣ್ಣಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡುತ್ತಾ.. ’ಬ್ಲಡಿ ಇಂಡಿಯನ್ಸ್’ ಅಂತ ಬೈದು.. ಹೊರ್ ಟೇಹೋದಾ.. ’ಇನೂ U.S. ಗೆ ಹೋಗಿ ಒ೦ದು ವಾರ್ಷ ಆಗಿಲ್ಲಾ.. ಮರೆತು ಹೋಯ್ತಾ?’ ಹೇಳೊಷ್ತ್ರಲ್ಲಿ.. ’ಆಟೊ..” ಅಂತ ಕೂಗಿ.. ಹತ್ಕೊಂಡು.. ಓಡೋದಾ..

“ಊರಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋಗೊ ಮಾರಿ ಮೈಮೇಲೆ ಬರಸ್ಕೊಂಡ್ರಂತೆ..” ಅನ್ನೊ ಹಾಗೆ “ನನಗಿದು ಬೇಕಿತ್ತೆ?” ಅ೦ದ್ಕೊಂಡು..ಹ್ಯಾಪ್ ಮೊರೆ ಹಾಕೊಂಡು.. ಮು೦ದೂಡಿದೆ..

ಇನ್ನೂ ಸ್ವದೇಶಿ-ವಿದೇಶಿ ಹುಡಗರ/ಹುಡುಗಿಯರ ಸಹವಾಸ ನೇ ಬೇಡಾಪಾ ಅ೦ತ ಸುಮ್ಮುನ್ ಆಗೋಷ್ತರಲ್ಲಿ, ಹೇಳಿ ಕೇಳಿ “December”ಊ, ಅದರಲ್ಲೂ, ವಾರ್ಷಿಕ ರಜೆ, ಬೆಂಗಳೂರ್ ನಲ್ಲಂತೂ ಬರೀ ರಜೆಗಾಗಿ ಬ೦ದಿರುವ ಸ್ವದೇಶಿ-ವಿದೇಶಿ ಹುಡಗರ/ಹುಡುಗಿಯರ ಜಾತ್ರೆ.

ಹೀಗೆ ಒಂದ್ ದಿನ.. ಬ್ಯಾ೦ಕನ ಸಾಲ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಂತಿದ್ದೆ..

“ಏನೋ… ಅಭಿ ಅರಾಮಾ..?” ಎ೦ಬ ದ್ವನಿ ಒ೦ದು ಕೇಳಿ ಬ೦ತು…

ಯಾರಪ್ಪಾ ಅದು ಅ೦ತ ತಿರುಗಿ ನೋಡ್ದಾಗ ’ವಿದೇಶದಿಂದ ಬಂದಿದ್ದ ಒಬ್ಬ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತ. ಸದ್ದ್ಯ ಇವ್ನಾದ್ರು ಮಾತಾಸದ್ನಲ್ಲಾ ಅಂಥ ಖುಷಿ ಇಂದ

’ಏನಪ್ಪಾ, bank ಕಡೆ ಏನೋ ಕೆಲ್ಸ’? ಅ೦ಥ ಕೇಳ್ದಾಗ…

“Hey! ‘Paaas-word’ change apply ಮಾಡ್ಬೇಕು” ಅ೦ಥ ವಿದೇಷಿ ಶೈಲಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳ್ಬಿಡೋದೆ…? ಒಂದ್ ನಿಮ್ಶಕ್ಕೆ ಅರ್ಥ ಆಗ್ದೆ.. ನಾನು ಕಕ್ಕಾ ಬಿಕ್ಕೆ ನೋಡ್ತಾ..

“ಏನೋಪಾ..ಏನ್ ಬಾಷೆನೋ..” ಯೋಚೆಸ್ತಾ ನಿಂತೆ….ಕೂಡ್ಲೆ..

“ಅಲ್ಲಾ ಕಣ್ಲಾ, U.S ಗೆ ಹೋಗಿ, ಒ೦ದ್ ವಾರ್ಷಆಗಿಲ್ಲಾ.. ಅಷ್ತ್ ಬೇಗಾ.. accent ಆ….ಹೋದ್ ವರ್ಷ ಇದೇ ಕಟ್ಟೆ ಮೇಲಿ ಕೂತ್ಕೊಂಡು..

“ಅಲ್ಲಾ ಮಗಾ.. ಈ ‘Pausword (pass-word!)’ ಯಾಕ್ಲ ಯಾವಾಗ್ಲು ಚುಕ್ಕಿ ಅಥ್ವಾ.. ನಕ್ಷತ್ರ ನೇ ಇರತ್ತೆ.. ಅಂಥ ಕೇಳ್ದ್ವನು ನೀನು…” ಈಗ್ ನೋಡದ್ರೆ… ‘Paaas-word..’ ಅಂಥಿಯಲ್ಲಾ? ಅ೦ಥ ಕೇಳಿದಕ್ಕೆ..ಮುಖ ತಿರಿಗಿಸಿಕೊಂಡು.. ಹೊರ‍ಟೇ ಹೋಗೋದೇ….

ಅದೇನೋ ಸರೀ ಬಿಡಿ, ನಮ್ದು “ನಾಟಕ ರಂಗ..ಕ್ಷೇತ್ರ.” ಕಲೆ ಹಿರಿಮೆಯಾದ್ರು, ಉತ್ಪನ್ನ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕಡಿಮೆ ನೇ.. ಇನ್ನು, “Dollars” ನೋಡ್ದವ್ರು.. ನಮ್ಕಡೇ ಯಾಕ್ ನೋಡ್ತಾರೆ ??

’ಕಲಾಕ್ಷೇತ್ರದ’ ರಂಗ ಪ್ರಪಂಚ ನಮ್ದು.. ಇನ್ನ್ ಅದೂ ‘Braodway’ ನವ್ರಿಗೆ.. ಮುಟ್ಟೋದು ಕಷ್ಟನೇ..

ಸರೀ ಅಂತ ಸುಮ್ನೆ ಆಗಿದ್ರೆ.. “ಲೋ ಮಗಾ.. ನಾಳೆ ಅವನ ಆಗಮನ…U.S ಇಂದ.. “Party” ಇದ್ದೇ…ನಾಳೆ; ಅ೦ತ ಬ೦ದ ನನ್ನ ಗೆಳೆಯನ “Telephone call” ಗೇ ನಾನು ಬೇರೆ ವಿಧಿ ಇಲ್ದೆ ಒಪ್ಪ್ಕೊಂಡೆ..

ಮರು ದಿನಾ.. ‘party’ ಗೆ ‘Hotel ಒಂದರಲ್ಲಿ’ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತರು ಬೇಟಿಯಾದವು..ನಮ್ಮಾ ’ವಿದೇಶಿ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನ೦ತು.. ಗು೦ಪಿನ ಆಕರ್ಷಣೆಯೇ ಆಗಿದ್ದ..

ಕೈಯಲ್ಲಿ “apple iphone” ಇಟ್ಕೊ೦ಡು ನೋಡ್ರೊ “Mini- Computer..” ಅ೦ತ.. ಸಾರಿದ.. ಮುಟ್ಟಕ್ಕೆ ಕೈ ತೊಳ್ಕೊ೦ಡು ಬನ್ನಿ ಅ೦ಥ ಗಧಿರ್ಸಿದ್ದು.. ಆಯ್ತು.. ಏನೋಪಾ.. “Geometry-box” ನ ಹಿಡ್ಕೊ೦ಡು ’phone” ಊ ಅ೦ಥ ಆಡ್ತಿಧವ ಇವತ್ತು ಹೀಗಿದ್ದನೆಲ್ಲಾ ಅ೦ಥ ಸ೦ತೋಷನೂ ಪಟಿದ್ದು೦ಟು..

ಅಷ್ಟ್ರಲ್ಲೇ.. ನನ್ನ್ ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಬಿದ್ದದ್ದು.. ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನ ಬ್ಯಾಗು…

“ಏನೋ ಬ್ಯಾಗ್ ಪೂರ್ತಿ ಏನೊ ಇದು ‘paper’ ಊ ಅ೦ದಾಗಾ..

“Hey! tissue paper man!” ಅ೦ಥ ‘English” ಝಾಡಸ್ದಾ… “ಅಲ್ಲಿ, ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಮುಟ್ತದ್ಮೇಲೆ….ಕೈ ‘wash’ ಮಾಡ್ಕೊಳಕ್ಕೆ….” ಅ೦ತ ವಿವರಣೆಯೂ ಕೊಟ್ಟಾ..

ಅಲ್ಲಯಾ..’paper’ ಉಳ್ಸೂ ಅ೦ತ ಆ ದೇಶ್ದವ್ರು.. ಬಡ್ಕೊತಾರೆ. ನಿ ನೋಡದ್ರೆ ಕಾಡೆ ತ೦ದ್ ಇಟಿದ್ಯ ಇಲ್ಲಿ.. ಇನ್ನ್ ‘copenhagan’ ಊ ಉದ್ದಾರಾ…..ಅ೦ತ ಹೇಳೊಷ್ತ್ರಲ್ಲಿ.. ‘Bill! please” ಅ೦ತ ಖಿರುಚ್ ಬೆಡೊದೆ..

ಇನ್ನು ವಿದೇಶಿ ಮಿತ್ರರೊ೦ದಿಗೆ.. ‘car’ ನಲ್ಲ್ ಮಾತ್ರ ಕೂತ್ಕೊಳೋದು.. ಬಹಳ ‘danger’

‘oh! No lane discipline here?” ಅ೦ತ ಖಿರ್ಚಿದ ನನ್ನ ಸ್ನೇಹಿತನೊಬ್ಬನಿಗೆ.. ನಾನ್ ಹೇಳಿದ್ದು..”ಆಲ್ವೊ ಸಿಸ್ಯ.. ಹೋದ್ ವರ್ಷ.. ‘road crossing’ ಗೋಸ್ಕ್ರ ಇದ್ದ.. ’divider’ ಅನ್ನು, ‘dove’ ಮನೆಗೆ ‘U-turn’ದೂರಾ ಅ೦ತ ನೀನೆ.. ರಾತ್ರೆ ಬ೦ದು ಕೆತ್ತಿ.. ಮಾರ್ ನೇದಿನ ‘crossing’ ನಲ್ಲೇ ಹೊಸ ‘trend’ಅನ್ನು ಶುರು ಮಾಡ್ದ್ವನು ನಿನು..ಇವತ್ತು ನಿನ್ಗೆ ’lane disicipline’ ಆ, ನೋಡು ಆ ‘Divider’ ಇವತ್ತಿಗೆ ದೊಡ್ದಾಗಿ ‘Underpass’ ಏ ಆಗ್ಬಿಟ್ತಿದೇ ಅನ್ನುವಷ್ತ್ರಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನನು ಕಾರಿ೦ದ ಆಚೆ ಹಾಕೆ ಹೊರ್ ಟೇಬಿಟ್ರು..

ಇನ್ನೂ ಇವರ ’water bottle ಸ೦ಭ್ರಮನೋ, ’ಅದು ನಾ ತಾಳಲಾರೆ..’ಕಾವೇರಿ ನೀರು ಬೇಕು ಅ೦ತ ಇಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಾಗ ಧರಣಿ ಹೂಡ್ದವರು ಅಲ್ಲಿ೦ದ ವಾಪಸ್ಸು ಬ೦ದಾಗ ಬೇಕಿರೋದು..’bottle’ ನೀರು..

ಏನೆ ಹೇಳಿ ಅಥವಾ ಆಡ್ಕೊಳಿ…ತಮ್ಮಾ ಊರಿಗೆ ಮರಳಿ ಬರ್ ಬೇಕು ಅ೦ತ.. ಒ೦ದು ಮನಸ್ಸು ಇದಿಯಲ್ಲಾ, ಅದೇ ಅವರ ’ಸ್ವದೇಶಿ’ ಮನಸ್ಸಿನಾ..ಉದಾಹರಣೆ..

-ನಿಮ್ಮ ಪ್ರೀತಿಯ ಸ್ವದೇಶಿ ಗೇಳಯಾ.. ಅಬಿಷೇಕ ಅಯ್ಯ೦ಗಾರ್.

Not long before, when the doors of creativity was made wide open, A college student in his early 19′s came running from the audience with a desire of doing theatre!

Hanging his side bag on his shoulders, he came into the scene when things were apart, he was then just a marketing executive, his eyes spoke of his dreams and passion towards music

Scattered hair, parallel thoughts, a completely unseen character sat silently in the rehearsal rooms of Ravindra kalakshetra watching the proceedings, all that he had to do was come on stage for a line which was not even part of the original script.

Today, the story is about 3 people who may not have hit the front page of any “Times” magazine! huh! but who cares! I believe they have hit the the headlines of their passion. Hanuram Sanjeev, Anup Shenoy and Dr.Sohan today depict what thousands believe with in themselves “to achieve”. Busy schedules, arduous examinations, baffling scenes at the ICU did not prevent these guys to attain what they always dreamt of!

“Life is a stage and we all are actors” echoed Shakespeare! indeed it is proved these three, I still remember the first meeting of all these three.

“Tensed, excited and panting, Hanuram Sanjeev a 19 year old diploma student at dayanandasagar college came to me

“I want to do theatre” he whispered with a sense of fear in his mind. The story from there is no lesser than a drama itself! from Production guy to a director, he essayed his presence everywhere. Amidst countless shouting from his directors and those countless hard jobs at Production, he stood there with a dream to be a director. I still remember that day when I was directing Malgudi daze! I asked Hanu to get out of the lighting console as he did not have the mind and concentration to do proper lighting! he quietly stepped outside the light room and waited outside until I met him outside right before the show, he looked at me as tears rolled out from eyes he bowed his head in silence! those tears made me see his passion towards WeMove and theatre! they told me that “One day I will be a director!” they cried to me seeking for help! I was defeated then not by his tears but by his passion towards WeMove.

Cool, Calm and Composed! May be a slight lack of confidence, what seemed like was, he lacked motivation! I met him with one of his friend who was pretty complacent having her meal! he mentioned “He could sing…” huh! I sighed! The man of few words and more emotions waited nearly 8 months to step on the stage! he came into WeMove when things were wide apart, confused! puzzled week after week Anup Shenoy used to drive from electronic city with a hope that he will find himself one day on stage! and when he went on stage! it seemed like a calm wave hitting the banks. I remember the scene when I finished the recording of the song for the play ‘Namma Metro’, I went to Anup and told him “I expected you to sing for Namma Metro track” he replied back with a sight right into my eyes as “I think you should give me a chance” he smiled only to resort to his acting, that’s when I realized that his smile then spoke of many words which had never touched my ears before! I felt the passion for WeMove and theatre in his smile!

He missed his family and yet he never missed a line in his role!

Scattered! rugged! Raw!, he sat there in one corner wondering “Where have I come?” he was there! just because he wanted to be there! With absolutely “no idea” as to where to put him, he just started acting odd roles. Somewhere in his heart he knew that he was more talented than this. He stood there for days watching the rehearsals with an anxiety, Well he was a doctor! to add to his woes he had to always attend to emergency’s be it girl “friends” or his patients but he decided to hang on! When Malgudi daze was supposed to be staged, there was a situation when we were short of our own guitarist! only to realize that Sohan had a hidden talent not only with guitars but with music in general. I had expressed a doubt within myself about his talents on guitar and “proudly” I thought it was a risk! I asked him in a tone which probably makes me laugh today “Can you play guitars” he promptly answered “I can try!” he sighed! that day his sigh also spoke a lot of words! he signed, may be to tell me that “I live on strings” he sighed me to tell that “I can play! I just need one chance” the next day as he put his guitars around his arms, rest was history! I still remember that memorable day after he played his guitars, amidst all the applause he turned and looked at me and probably questioned with his eyes “Can I play?” I sat there wondering what to answer!

These are the extraordinary stories of extra ordinary people! real people of WeMove who come week after week, these are the stories of people who make WeMove, who believe WeMove will do something good to them, who proudly “claim”, WeMove as theirs; These are the stories of people whom you find on the big screen, these are the stories of people who do not get lost with time but get lost amidst their search for better creativity and talent. These are the stories of people whom I spend time with and when in alone makes me think “DO I REALLY HAVE THE TALENT IN ME TO MATCH UP TO THESE PEOPLE/STRUGGLE”

Today Hanuram Sanjeev is directing his first play on October 2nd, Anup Shenoy is a lead singer of WeMove and no one can think of any song without his voice and Dr. Sohan is a magician guitarist, Together Sohan and anup recorded their first WeMove song which is a Theme song! for WeMove!

Cheers!

Abhishek Iyengar, No! Abhi

For those who can take humor in a humorous way!

He sits there gazing at every family proceedings! a sense of pride in him, he declares himself as the ‘adhipathi’ of the masses. He is one of those pseudo dons who directs the whole family on his finger tips. He is the declared-universal king!

“He wants coffee!” shouts a person in a shrieking voice which probably symbolizes tension; “He is sitting there for long enough and still haven’t seen the first sight of coffee! oh my god! huh!” sighs the auntie’s draped in sarees adding to her sweat and woes!

He sits there with his leg twirling at every person coming near him to talk, he shakes his head gently and raises his voice which is nothing sort of the voice of a parliament speaker! he represents no one but his own sense of ‘pride’ which looks like a condition of ‘hysteria’ for people who are born to hate him but forced to ‘love-him’

“Did you talk to him!?” exclaims a aged yet excited granny with her spectacles falling off her slippery nose! “oh! is he here already?” answers a tiring yet forced old aged man tying his dothi ‘upside’ right up to his knees! sometimes ‘even his hands follows protocols”

“How are you? how is your work? did you eat something? did you have your 300th dose of coffee for the day?” the question hour begins! answering them is left to his priority but he has all the rights to discard it however and when ever he wants, he is the ultimate messiah after all! “You girls are here! what a nincompoop you girls are! he is there sitting idly, go talk to him, wish him, greet him, serve him..” shouts the mother to her other daughters in a voice which shrills only at his name!

“oh! he is soooo sweet……” exclaims nincompoop 1

“and soo talented…..” adds nincompoop 2

As they circle him wondering everything about a man who has done ‘nothing’ and firing questions which probably makes ‘Alexander as an ordinary man’

“Oh god! he is a software engineer!” boasts the father (right! amidst other 10 million software engineers in this world!”)

“Good gracious, he works for inf*****s!” exclaims the uncle (“right! amidst other 5 million people in bangalore!” )

“look at his diamond studded watch!” sighs, the uncle’s uncle (“right! if only the girls father had enjoyed his own life!”)

“He has a H1b visa stamped” whispers the uncle’s uncle’s aunty (“right! even the pirates of Somalia have their visas stamped!”)

“He is A MAN!” declares the uncle’s uncle’s aunty’s nephew (“Right! thank you!”)

“Get it going!” shouts the uncle who is believed to be a major in army as the battalion of servers come up with plates and place before him! he has all the freedom to just choose what he wants to eat, his one look at the plate! the next moment it is on his lap! as he looks around! to get some fresh air, people wonder what it is like to be………

It is no joke either! he has earned all his life to get to this position. Years of playing ‘marbles’ and ‘street cricket’ at the local playgrounds, hard nights of sleeping before the exams! Scores of friends in college, pages of paper rockets! extended years in destitute engineering colleges! hours of waiting on the benches of any IT company, days of self appraisals, minutes of achievements! seconds of intelligence in choosing the right girl, bunch of relatives with attitude and moments of pride being a guy; he has finally officially bagged it.

He is now a “SON-In-Law”, the esteemed “Maapillai” and oh! his achievement?

“Being a guy!”