Ah, the pragmatic joy of undulating time during the random talks within a group! It’s cheering, refreshing, not unnerving and dilutes the additional stress of impatient silence. Even when the silence appears, it doesn’t welcome awkwardness. The introduction becomes easy. Liking seems normal. And if you want to practice your introversive nature, the group allows… Read More The Asynchrony of Group Time
I am sure you have watched or at least heard about the movie ‘Wall-E’. In one of the scenes, Wall-E, standing right next to Eve, was looking at her palm to touch those fingers, to hold her hand. Attempting his best to carry his hand, Wall-E seemed to be lost in the moment surrounded by doomsday… Read More The Wind of A Butterfly Day
Last few days brought too many events and incidents that had a direct impression on my physical, mental and psychological level. Here are some of those: I was given a responsibility to lead our next theatre show One un-friending message which was hard to send but needed to keep my self-respect; Performed on a corporate… Read More A Few Days Back
Remember the time when we realized “Childhood makes us fly; Adulthood makes us cry!” This ‘Ideal’ world is filled with fascinating opportunities and as we grow old we speed up our digging process to discover: Who are we? What do we want? What have we done to our younger self? We think; we over-think; we… Read More Childhood Makes Us Fly: An Easy Method to Live in the Moment!
About one year back, I wrote this thought as a memory of my first performance in the sleeve of a Playback Artist. Here, today I am sharing this thought with some modifications: “There is a term called Art Appreciation; not as Art Criticism but real appreciation of art. We are looking for those people who can understand how much dedication, hard-work and time we… Read More Art Appreciation
I was on the top of the hill disguising venturer with depressing bubbly tears. There was an imprint of chalk on a rock staring at me. “Let’s just say that you tried!” And then I looked back to the city.
Before I begin this letter, I want to say that even though, we talk a lot on the phone, I miss you a lot.… Read More A Letter to My Niece