Sange Muzhangu 2009 has finally come to an end. With 1700 seats filled up, hearing thundurous cheers and laughters from the crowd tells how good the show was. As much the actors can be great, the show can't be succesful without such massive props, well edited music and last of all, every single who are so devoted to the production. Some even had to take up acting, singing, carrying props, dancing, publicity, and marketing roles. I'd go on my knees to express my respect for such people.
Shockingly, as a chinese (manjan, so they called : yellow person) i'm grateful that I was given a calefare role as a chinese supervisor to these bangla workers. Dance wise, I did a bit o' hip hop, and tons of traditional folk dance, which is heaps o' fun. In this production, well, lines aren't really being scrutinized and all, so long you know a fair bit o' the steps and whack with all you can, its fine. Having said that, I can dance freely, with my own style that is without having particular people screaming and commenting on your lines.
So when was the last time we allow ourselves to dance without thinking about how ugly we look, or worried about the comments that are about to be given? Are we trying to impress for the sake of getting that attention, or are we dancing because we just love to?
Anyway, having the privilege to be a part of this enables me to make loads of new friends who are very accommodating to me despite being a manjan. Thangavellu was liven up again lol. Funny as it seems, I do feel like a part of their community, probably contributed by my partial-indian ethnicity. I love these people, and I mean it from the bottom of my heart.
Thanks to Faisal, Dinesh and Nusha for allowing me to join ya'll to put a smile to faces with our bodies alone. Murli, Ghana. Your patience is appreciated in teaching me those steps although it was quite last minute. Mushtaq, Asik, Puru, Rajiv. I guess it's fated that we're in the same course and in the same production, hopefully in Sangae 2011 too aye. Jay. You're a great motivator to the team. This patient leader pushes the limit in order to provide a mind blasting show really impresses me. I've learnt a lot from you, anne. Million thanks for putting me in Adingada, greatest item yet.
Oh, and my cheena friends who came to day for the show, I'm sorry you didn't understood a single line during the show. I hope my presence during the dance which ya'll were anticipating did justice to the long wait. =)
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Something struck me in the head today, about how life is indeed a stage, and we're merely just actors. If given a calefare role in someone elses' "stage", I wonder how does it feel. When they say that, we're equally important and we represent the pieces of puzzle of a picture. Will we continue to play that role, should we not be offered gratitude or acknowledgements? This comes to the point where we wonder whether should we even contribute since it doesn't benefit you. How many of us can endear through the painful, tiring journey just to make life a whole for others? Does unconditional love still exist in this world?
We often say that we shouldn't have the slightest thought about it, because God will love us all the same. We get hurt by others when we help them, God loves us still. Sometimes it's the physical affection that we demand which places us under a noose. Stop the switch a second slow, and down we go like a sunken bridge. Analogically, it just represents our emotions, when we give in too much and end up killing ourselves when a stop sign isn't placed.
So many questions and ambiguities unanswered. God, I wish I knew how to feel your love. But I'm still weak, and I'm unable to do so.
These eyelids are getting heavier. And there's so much work to do still.
FYP, MJ Dancetitude, Rag, Work. Trying to ignore the existence of something called personal problems. Blah.