I write this drenched, after a LONG, hard, sweaty-to say the least because recent Chennai weather sucks- and with a bowl of WICKED home cooked-by me- pasta with cheese, and another app with the name "Text Edit", on which I am typing a review of a play, Rural Phantasy[4.5 on 5] And I'm back, for good. Or bad.
The Sweat Behind The Glitter.
First of all, today was sweaty, extremely sweaty for specific reasons.
One, Chennai's heat wave will soon send me reeling and comatose on a bed in Apollo.
Two, if the heat wasn't bad enough, most of you guys know about school anniversaries. But you don't know my school anniversaries. Reason? Oldies/ Talentless who don't have the stamina to huff and puff and dance/ dance like a dead duck.
Back to the point. My school anniversary takes a lot of work. By both teachers and students. There is a
lot of Sweat Behind The Glitter.
The teachers select veththu themes. And us, who choreograph it and bunk class-which does take a lot of work, let me tell you, especially in a small campus. And today was just another day filled with rehearsals or 'practice' and my hip hurts. Yes, it does. You try standing in my pose. All that practice soaked my uniform. And created a lot of dead skin and dirty soles of my feet-come on, I climbed up stairs barefoot. Not to mention sitting in vajrasana(and smelling the school's stinky floor mixed with potent B.O that can render you reeling), which is the most painful and irritating thing to do when the floor has like, jagged tiles that cut into your feet and leave hexagonal impressions.
And if that weren't enough sweat for one day but no, today's Thursday- Dance class day. I pretty much thought somebody up there liked me because we only had to do alarippu twice and jathiswaram once. But still, it's an extremely humid hall, and I looked like someone had poured a bucket of water over my head.
So I'm tired, wet and hungry. And I come home, stand in the the-only-kitchen-hotter-than-an-oven-or-so-I-think, and make pasta. But fabulous pasta.
And I absolutely love times like these when I sit in the AC room, eating hot pasta and typing out a post. And then the bell rings, and somebody grabs the laptop and starts a post she will finish hopefully in a month or so.
I could really use a cool drink right now. Oops, there's the bell.
P.S: Again, my apologies for the lack of posts. But come back. Since this is my comeback.
