The last weekend was make of stuff that I had missed badly for about 5 years. What did I miss that much? A feeling of belonging.
It all began with a phone call to chase away my ever-present sleepy morning stupor last Friday. At present, my mornings are quite drawn out because I'm unemployed!! Yes, the story of my current life. Let's put that unfortunate predicament to another day. The guys who were organising the drama wanted help to man the venue: checking tickets, controlling the crowd, and most importantly creating an atmosphere conducive for the actors to act. Having acted before, you are aware of the dedication, discipline, commitment, and above all the 'heart' needed to bring life into a production. If that production be Shakespeare your task is even more challenging. Shakespeare although in English is another language; actors train (also strain) immensely to bring forth projection, articulation, to make viewers comprehend what its all about. It most certainly is not a cake walk!!
Without a second thought I agreed to help, if I didn't what's the use of being a former Royal dramatist? And the rest is history- Othello rocked Colombo to the magnitude no school had done before.
The best time for me came on Saturday after everyone had gathered on Mt.Lavinia beach to make merry. Bottles were on the table, guys were letting out puffs, the waves broke into a previously familiar rhythm, we were all under a hut lit by candles around one table. I was more than satisfied with coke on the rocks with an occasional puff- the puff being a 'social' thing, of course. After numerous 'shots' guys were blurting out stories of yore, and even presently unfolding scenarios. It was hearty laughs all round. As we went along with the flow, a guy commented on how diverse those seated around the table were. It hit people like lightening as all of us started to ponder; we comprised Royalists of 4 generations just sitting and having a bloody good laugh!!
Surprised?!? No shit..... so was I.
More I thought of it, the more intriguing it was. We transcend generations (age didn't even stand a chance), religions and races, who came together for a common purpose. We were people with varied interests, ideas, preferences, perceptions, tastes and the list will obviously go on; but looking around me it felt beautiful not to mention nostalgic and proud.
People are clueless as to why we act with passion towards our school. If explained.... some will understand, yet others never will. It is the camaraderie that makes us so.... a bond so strong and unbreakable that it lasts a lifetime. Years spent in College made us who we are, it moulded our characters, better yet.... boys were transformed into men!!
It all began with a phone call to chase away my ever-present sleepy morning stupor last Friday. At present, my mornings are quite drawn out because I'm unemployed!! Yes, the story of my current life. Let's put that unfortunate predicament to another day. The guys who were organising the drama wanted help to man the venue: checking tickets, controlling the crowd, and most importantly creating an atmosphere conducive for the actors to act. Having acted before, you are aware of the dedication, discipline, commitment, and above all the 'heart' needed to bring life into a production. If that production be Shakespeare your task is even more challenging. Shakespeare although in English is another language; actors train (also strain) immensely to bring forth projection, articulation, to make viewers comprehend what its all about. It most certainly is not a cake walk!!
Without a second thought I agreed to help, if I didn't what's the use of being a former Royal dramatist? And the rest is history- Othello rocked Colombo to the magnitude no school had done before.
The best time for me came on Saturday after everyone had gathered on Mt.Lavinia beach to make merry. Bottles were on the table, guys were letting out puffs, the waves broke into a previously familiar rhythm, we were all under a hut lit by candles around one table. I was more than satisfied with coke on the rocks with an occasional puff- the puff being a 'social' thing, of course. After numerous 'shots' guys were blurting out stories of yore, and even presently unfolding scenarios. It was hearty laughs all round. As we went along with the flow, a guy commented on how diverse those seated around the table were. It hit people like lightening as all of us started to ponder; we comprised Royalists of 4 generations just sitting and having a bloody good laugh!!
Surprised?!? No shit..... so was I.
More I thought of it, the more intriguing it was. We transcend generations (age didn't even stand a chance), religions and races, who came together for a common purpose. We were people with varied interests, ideas, preferences, perceptions, tastes and the list will obviously go on; but looking around me it felt beautiful not to mention nostalgic and proud.
People are clueless as to why we act with passion towards our school. If explained.... some will understand, yet others never will. It is the camaraderie that makes us so.... a bond so strong and unbreakable that it lasts a lifetime. Years spent in College made us who we are, it moulded our characters, better yet.... boys were transformed into men!!
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