During an amazing experience to produce a debut theatrical performance, I was drawn to the Ranga Shankara, one of the finest stages Bangalore has seen, and fortunate to be gifted with. Having heard about its brilliance for an exhaustingly long time, but never getting the fortune of meeting the marvel till that fateful day, was indeed shameful. This made me cringe for a few seconds as I got off the rickshaw close to a creative construction that stood before me.
Little did I know that behind that massive wooden door awaited an amphitheatre that could cause a spectacle. A subtle one, but nonetheless a phenomenon. The calm existence of the titanic podium, the seats welcoming the anxiety, the geometric succession of whose height directly proportional to the intimidation they caused, and… a sense of emptiness. The haphazard blend of the awesomeness the theatre was made of and the apprehension, excitement, confusion, began to seem beautiful, and reassuringly beautiful! And an eerie thought struck me, of how gorgeous void can be, and how inviting… yet silent.
As the dim lights spread across the elegant wooden stage, their soothing effect could not counter racing heartbeats. The quiet compelled an uncanny silence to fill my head and complement rhythmically with the heart’s function, so spontaneously. Stepping into the realm of the spotlight beam made me sense half a grand eyes focussing on every bit of the shivers that my spine must have felt. The space was gradually transformed into a fresh liberating sensation, as I filled its void.
The time had come to take that call- about firmly deciding that the emotion that the spotlight was trying so hard to compel, since so long, was not of intimidation, but of emancipation. With my eyes shut, I began to mutter a prayer to thank Him for all those mistakes that were forgiven, the frustration that was soothed, the fears that were braved, the ecstasy the day had brought...
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