What happened when i learnt to blog

You know you are a traveler when…

1. There is a tug at your heart every time the phone rings because you are so used to be being charged for incoming calls.

2. When looking for small change, you find a lot of coins, just not in the required currency.

3. You have seen Chinese spelt in every possible way. You have forgotten the spelling of Chinese and the appearance of the letters ‘c’ ‘h’ and ‘s’ is the only qualification required to spell Chinese.
4. For a distance of 4 kms you have paid all denominations between Rs.20/- and Rs.200/- for a rickshaw ride.

5. There is a toothbrush in your laptop bag.

6. You are on a bed and can’t fall asleep because it doesn’t feel like on a bus.

7. You sense of direction has suddenly improved several folds.

8. When on most nights, your lonely planet is your pillow.

A reasonably comfortable bus ride and later an economical, prepaid and organized rickshaw service, all still concepts in Bangalore, landed us at Kalamandira, Mysore for Bahuroopi – their annual theatre festival, celebrating drama on and off stage. A week long venture of the Government of Karnataka to bring the glory back to traditional theatre in the conventional set-up. As the image conjures, there are kurta clad men and women with beads and desi prints pacing about between films, different modes of theatre and culture reinforcements in cozy campus. Tucked away in a lazy part of Mysore, Bahuroopi was a peaceful whiff of fresh atmosphere and an extremely subdued violent form of rebel from mainstream.
For most parts the festival took us back to several time periods in history, including the reign of Mahendra Varma, the old Bangalore, Kanchi, Pitaka, the peak of yakshagana culture and several other South-Indian-Mysore doses of tradition and culture to name a few. The dramas staged had a string of influence no doubt, but what really made one escape to these times were the costumed actors going about their business with such ease and grace. Yes, we really did dine with the Yakshagana versions of epic war heroes, but spoke of cricket controversies.
Just when it got too south-indian, a dose of the rest of the world came beautifully blended together in the guise of a hindi-play on Galileo. And not to mention the impressive screening and dissection of Austrian grey scaled war movie ‘Shame’ at the film festival. That made up for all that one missed about the world outside of Mysore.
The magnitude of the experience was completed with the straw stalls that sold Khadi and Mysore Munches, Wood and clay art, beads and coir ornaments and of course books. And the thing to do is read the sub titles of the war movie followed by a reflective discussion, watch a period play, laugh at a street play rehearsal, eat akki roti and glug down sugar cane juice, which the guy by the way lets you extract and take back a much required refreshing escape and new contacts. I never before had such inspiration on a weekday.

THIS METHOD OF WRITING IS MY CONTRIBUTION TO THE LITERARY WORLD.
I DECIDE TO CALL IT A 'TUNE IN'
THIS STYLE REQUIRES THE ARTIST TO WRITE TO THE TUNE OF AN ALREADY EXISTING SONG. WHEN PRESENTING THE PIECE, THE ARTIST HAS TO ALSO PRESCRIBE THE SONG TO WHICH IT IS WRITEN.
THE READER HAS TO READ THE WRITEN IN THE PRESCRIBED TUNE TO PRECISELY UNDERSTAND THE ARTIST AND THE THOUGHTS.
SO, LETS COME TOGETHER AND PROMOTE MUSIC, WRITING AND BOTH TOGETHER.
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT - MY FIRST 'TUNE IN'

Prescribed song: Limb by Limb - PHISH

Now is when the moment starts
Now is when it breaks to parts
Now is always almost done
Now is when I need a pun.

Lost in blissful dreams today
Lost my monthly meager pay
Lost and found the same damn line.
Lost too even claim it mine.

Felt a chill run down my spine
Felt a woman, oh so fine
Felt a distant stone cold glance
Felt the need to learn to dance.

Down the dumps the message flew
Down to the very last of you
Down and out the man had pace
Down and dead the falling race.

Add me to your dialing calls
Add support before it falls
Add or subtract, its upto you
Ad verstise to have a clue.

Gone to bed without a star
Gone ahead way too far
Gone her every little wish
Gone to tune in the PHISH