Stage struck.

Graduation is a screeching halt  to your carefree days. Once conferred a college degree , suddenly the world contemplates you to muster everything about your life. But only you are savvy of the topsy- turvy turns your mind is making. You are to be deficient to chalk up your course of life. Get real and start minting money. At least get yourself a decent job that will help your parents sleep peacefully at night. And without a pensive thought, you put yourself out there, in that big bad world. You would be embracing it with all you have.  Filp-flopping from being a grown up, rushing to work and dragging yourself back home, I think I was starting loose that sparkle in my eye. Before it was completely about to hang itself on the rope “grown-up whims” one phone call saves it. A phone call from my college. Asking me to come and  com-père for one of the important cultural event.

From an average student to being a students council member and com-pèrer  for amplitude of college events. From a remembered face to teachers and a customary personality in the canteen to just being a face behind a computer screen, is a tough journey. So when I was asked to com-père  again, I was more than happy to clasp it.  Reminiscence of bunking college, spending hours and hours in college to methodize for cultural fest, or just a simple cup of coffee from college canteen, sprung to life.

More than all of these, it was the feeling of getting back on stage. The contentedness under the yellow spots and stage sets. Perky sound of your voice ringing through the auditorium. The hustle-bustle behind the curtains to put up a good show. Enchantment of thunderclaps. It’s not the habit-forming savor of fame and popularity that jaunts up me up the stage, but the feeling of belonging to the mise-en-scene.


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