Who does not want to stand on Stage and Perform. Chahe woh Dance ho, Poem ho, Acting ho ya Sirf ek Perr hi bankar kharra hona ho.
The noise and Khich Khich of Green Room can actually become an Addiction.
In my Hostel, Bishop Cotton School Simla, I got many such opportunities. .
Chahe I had to become a Man with a Long Beard with Birds residing in his Beard or it would be a Beautiful Fairy with Wings fluttering around the stage with a Few Dialogues.
Waise we Sikhs were the Preferred ones on stage jab koi Female Role ho.
We were an all Boys School and Girls ke role ke liye, our Long Hair would become an Advantage in getting that role. .
Waise to mein ek Baar Boxing Ring wale stage mein bhi gaya jiski Kahaani kaafi Interesting hai. Sunaunga kabhi araam se woh Kahani 🙂
Abhi ki Kahani yeh hai ki I was supposed to recite a Poem of Prasiddh Hasya Kavi, Hullarr Muradabadi Sahab. .
The Poem was “Galat Angrezi“
And to make me Look like Poet, ek chunni li aur Uski Pagree Pehna di gayi and Kurte Pyjame ka Intezaam kiya.
I just have this single photo of that “Speech Day”.
Mere saath hai Deepak Bhalla Bhai aur Karamveer Singh Heer Bhai
This was in year 1987-88 .
The Poem was like this (Muradabadi Sahab kept improving it as time passed) . “Ek din Humari Srimati jee ko Baithe Bithaye angrezi seekhne ka shaunk charaya,
Unhone hume bulaya aur farmaya,
Hume bhi ek Masterni lagwa do,
Angrezi mein Git-Pit karna sikha di,
Thore din baad ek Khoobsurat miss unko parrane lagi,
Unse zyada hume bhaane lagi,
Angrezi seekhne ke pehle hi din humse boli, . “Sunte ho, Sharma Jee ka Transformer ho gaya hai, vadhayi de aao”
Humne Kaha , Galat angrezi bolkar, Humara dimaag mat Khaao. .
Ab to koi Gaana koi Poem Yaad nahi hoti 🙂