Of awkward smiles and ugly ties.

So, here’s the thing: We have our annual day coming up.

It’s basically this day where all the students put up this huge play, with songs, dances, the works and there’s this totally original script. Performing on the final day is always really incredible because the energy and enthusiasm in the air is contagious, but what’s even more incredible than that is the process of putting up our ‘big show’!

We have these crazy moments where people do stupid things and make the whole crew crack up, or times where nobody gets their dialogues right because of the uncontrollable fits of laughter, or even those time when our director (a senior teacher) loses her cool and yells at us, bringing us back to the serious dialogue delivery and all that jazz. Well, the point of it all is that we just work together, in sync, to do something for each other and in turn for ourselves. Obviously there are a few people who bring everybody down because of their disinterest and there are days where rehearsals seem like a total bore because naturally everyday is not a party. But  when I look at the whole picture those few annoying days are worth bearing when I have the most amazing memories to compare them with.

Rehearsals aren’t exactly killing me but I’m surely going to be murdered because of the pressure of my upcoming exams, projects and homework! But, whatever people may say, practicing for this show is time well spent!

As for the ugly ties and awkward smiles..that’s for the crew to understand. A drama too difficult to explain!




So here’s the thing; I CAN’T SING!

[That rhymed, and it was totally unintentional]

The other day there was a music competition in my school. Each contestant was first auditioned and chosen among others to represent one of the four houses we have at school.

So the day had come. After long hours of practicing, these singers had to go up on stage and perform. Out of all the contestants, most of them seemed unusually conscience (shouldn’t it be cautious?) and extremely nervous.

Now what amused me was the fact that those guys did not even realize that they were the ones chosen to represent their house among a 1000 others, and if they were chosen they were obviously amazing singers! But it seemed as if they were questioning their ability on stage. Some of them were unable to move and almost looked stoned with only their lips moving. I understand that a lot of people have stage fright, but I’m pretty sure not all of them did.

The singers would occasionally look up, and then look down again. Even if they were singing happy songs, they lacked the smile and the free-ness (I’m not sure if that’s a word) they should have had. They never matched the mood of the song simply because they just looked down at nothingness and only moved their lips. What had they to be afraid of?

I couldn’t believe my eyes. All my life I’ve been pleading God to give me such a voice. A voice those amazing singers have. So what I don’t understand is that why weren’t they enjoying themselves when no one was even judging them? In fact the audience was at its loudest before and after each and every contestants performance. And trust me, their voices were incredible, and I kept feeling worse after every performance  because I can’t sing without sounding like a dying frog horrible.

If any of you readers can sing, then you are without a doubt THE MOST DIVINE BEING to me!


P.S: Keep singing, even if you sound like a dying toad or whatever else. Chances are I’ll be worshiping you too. 😉