Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Lights, Sound, Action!

I've been riding my boredom wave pretty well ever since the world cup got over. I've been busy helping out as crew for the play, "Aladdin and the Magic Lamp"(It’s the third time that I'm involved in a play named Aladdin). This time, I've got the incredibly demanding and difficult job of handling the sound system. Yes, many of you may shirk at the thought of doing what I am doing but I don't call myself bold for nothing. The task of handling sound involves me pressing the play and pause buttons with utmost precision while keeping a finger on the fancy gadget which I think is called a mixer.

Anyway, today was the first show and the audience consisted of 4th standard children who were accompanied by their teachers. It was like a school excursion for them and I suddenly had memories of me and my 4th standard classmates going to the Coca-Coal factory for our school excursion(Back then Coca-Cola was still used as a beverage. Its use as a disinfectant has been a recent discovery).

As soon as the kids entered the auditorium, there were the customary shouts of "Sit quietly" and of course the most famous sentence in a teacher’s vocabulary, "I WANT PIN-DROP SILENCE!!". I never understood what pin-drop silence meant when I was a 4th standard student. I only knew that it was a teacher’s fancy way of saying 'Shut Up'. But to be fair, I didn't know a lot of stuff back then and I can only feel proud of myself for having reached a stage in my life where I have been entrusted with the job of handling a cd player.

Since the crowd was full of kids with the mental capacity of the current US president, a lot of the jokes flew past their heads. They however seemed to enjoy dialogues which had the words 'fools' and 'foolish' in them. The kids also laughed a lot when the villain fell down on stage. I still don't get how someone falling on their fours and then rolling on the floor can make you laugh. Sadistic kids, I say. At the end of the show, the kids were so spent that they forgot to clap for me. Ha never mind. The kids these days, they do the darnest things.

P.S: If you want to catch me doing magic with the sound system, there are shows today, tomorrow and the day after at 7:30 pm in Alliance Francaise. Tickets will most likely be available at the venue unless of course they are sold out. In case the tickets are sold out, you can always slip me a hundred and watch the show hiding behind my chair. Now that would be fun.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Midnight Madness

The world cup is drawing to a close and I have come to the conclusion that whichever team that I unassumingly support crashes out of the tournament. Yesterday it was Germany and before that it was Brazil. Watching the world cup has been a very interesting experience for me. One thing I have managed to do in the past month is to stay awake past midnight and watch the football matches. I used to find it difficult to stay up past 10 before but this world cup has given me the power to conquer time. Given my previous inability to listen to the dogs bark at midnight or listen to the sound made by the Gurkha tapping his stick on the road, my new found power gave me lots of joy.

Yesterday night I was waiting for the football match to begin and I could feel myself drifting off. So I came online thinking that if I looked at a bright screen for an hour, my drowsiness would go away. I know that this idea of mine would make you think that my brain was probably misplaced but I beg to differ. I am very different from my fellow men and women. I like to do things differently. Why? It's just my way. I once woke up at 4, brushed my teeth and went back to sleep. Yea, I guess that is pretty weird but hey, you've got only one life, be weird.

So as I was saying, I sat in front of the computer for an hour and soon my eyes began to open and close every two seconds. Luckily the match was on its way by then and I felt that this would pep me up. As has been the case for me with all the midnight matches so far, I began to feel very hungry by the 25th minute of the game. Now, I do not pride myself on my cooking skills, especially when I am walking around with one eye open. I decided to make myself a nice, tasty sandwich. Unfortunately the toaster didn't work and I was not sure how to work the stove. So I took two slices of bread, placed a frozen cheese slice between them and stuffed it in my mouth. True to popular conception, it tasted horrible. I decided that I would have some unboiled, cold milk to complete my midnight feast. Unfortunately, my good friend returned to talk to me about his role as a night-time predator and I ran away from the kitchen with the bread in my mouth.

80 minutes into the game and I was sitting on the chair struggling to keep my eyes open. It was the same feeling I felt when I read Shantaram in the morning (of which I've finished 551 pages. I rock, don't I?). Before I knew it, I fell of the chair and on to the bread crumbs on the floor. I realized that there was no use trying to keep myself awake when the two stupid teams hadn't even scored a goal yet. So, I brushed my teeth at 1.30 and fell off to sleep, unaware that I had forgotten to switch of the TV. Man, do I rock!

P.S: For more weirdness, check this out. The author of that post has just been admitted to a mental asylum.