Its intresting how the smallest of things can take you back to the most important years of life. A small message here. A reference. Some random gossip. A tad too much alcohol. A nick here. A pat there.
Those were the years when i thought i was finally living. Not wasting life getting drunk or laid, but actually living. Not worrying about money or image, but actually free. Not getting bogged down by responsibilities and people looking up at you, but actually above all the nonsense in the world.
Out of the 4*365*24 hours of my life spent in Bangalore, 4*365*23 hours was spent on theater. Practicing here. Writing there. Helping a juni there again. We used to live it. We had stopped giving a damn about what life would be or could be like and actually knew what life was like. We fought over small changes in the script. We fought over movements. Our power struggles were limited to the stage and our little egos and the places they took us. We didnt ever worry about being the best in business and keeping the image up. We actually did whatever we wanted. It was a some 30 of us in our little world of the fake.
And in this small world I had my small family. By coincidence my onstage wife or girlfriend was always the same. We had done so many plays together that once on stage, we started spinning stories of our life. Arranged marriage. Love sprouting later. Things of that sort that the idiots who teach call "building character". We had done so many plays that we could give each other lessons on love and life.
After college we moved on. Gobbled by the system, we started pursuing whatever we thought best. Having not found the opportunity, I gradually lost my interest in theater and the works. I stopped checking our forum. I stopped asking about plays. I moved on.
Today, I got a friend request on facebook. And suddenly, I can't get out of the last character I was in.
Thank fucking God.
