A dream come true...

It was Friday, 4th of July, 2008. I put on my costume and as I was walking down the corridor, I was asked to enter the room which was filled with people in various attire. I should actually say that the room was filled with medley of emotions - enthusiasm, anxiety, fear, confidence. I reached the other end of the room and waited for my turn to be seated. I longed for this moment for many months. And here I am, about to be seated - to be made up to look like Aristotle. After the makeup, I looked at myself in mirror for sometime and as I walked out of the room, the character seemed to sink in and the confidence in me grew stronger by the minute.

Vision 2020: Alexander was my first scripted play on stage and I was really afraid of missing out lines on stage as I am not good at memorizing lines. As the rehearsal began I was wishing that I would get a role which has minimal and easier lines. But then God does not grant your wishes all the time. I was to do the role of Aristotle. At one end I was thrilled as it was a great feeling to play Aristotle, but on the other it required memorizing good number of lines :-(

...play looks at dying Alexander on his death bed with his life in flash back. His biggest conflict is whether to follow the teachings of outer world conquest as espoused by his teacher Aristotle or whether to conquer the inner world as taught by his other teacher Leonnidas...

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There was only a small light in backstage as we waited for curtain to rise. I could hear the rumbling noise behind the screen as the audience settled down. Slowly, the auditorium came to a silence and the director gave an introduction and announced - we present to you The Alexander. Choir began singing and the curtain rose....

Scene 1: Alexander's camp

I continued to wait at backstage and as I closed my eyes, many images flashed across - rehearsals, my near and dear waiting to see me on stage, my first playback performance. Lights went out after Scene 1 and I entered the stage and took my position. I could sense the audience staring at the stage and I could also sense butterflies in my stomach! The lights were turned on and it was time for butterflies in my stomach to leave.

And then, Aristotle spoke - "Are the fish biting?"