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The Showwoman Under The Paper Plane

It turns out I have a showwoman in me, once I let go of the painful things keeping me inside stage fright. Last Monday, I performed Paper Plane, my first ever piece and my guiding philosophy.

It gave me the impetus to do CoffeeShop, which people have really liked and I have a lot of fun doing. Enjoy! And thank you for the love.Β The only thing I love more than making people think is doing so with a laugh. πŸ™‚

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A Digital Native In Chinchpokli: My Spoken Stories

I found this post in my Drafts folder. I wrote it in August and forgot to publish. Two of my performances that I’m very happy about, performed at my favorite venue.

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Monday was a peaceful, friendly evening at the Tuning Fork. I’ve been on a deliberate destress drive and I find I’m able to write better and enjoy listening to other people’s poetry more. I performed a piece I call ‘Native Digital’.

I was one of the early performers. One of the other performers read a piece about finding Goa in Andheri East. It was so warm, so wistful and real, I wanted to share one of my own colour-in-the-ordinary stories of my own. So I brought up ‘Flamingos’.

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I Wear: It’s Hard To Dress Up In Mumbai

The weather makes all the difference. Humidity is terrible for natural fabrics and for hair and skin. Synthetic fabrics aren’t very classy and they tend to make you sweat like a pig. And after everything, if you manage to find a fabric balance, the dust just adds a sheen of sepia onto everyone’s faces. Still, we try.

This is what I wore on a non rainy but threatening-to-rain Monday. I intended to step out early and catch a spot of shopping in Bandra. But the Andheri traffic and a madly complicated station intervened and I only managed to get upto Khar. I turned out to be too early for the Tuning Fork poetry event so Gautam and I stepped out onto the street to capture the general ambience around when it wasn’t muddy and drippy.

I Wear:

  • Navy blue linen shrug: Cotton World
  • Pale pink polyester top with blue piping: ONLY
  • Navy blue trousers: Cotton World
  • Olive green boots: Pavers
  • Blue stone necklace: Magick
  • Lipstick: Winged 07 by Faces Canada

* This video was shot in parts by Gautam.Β If you enjoyed this style post in video, check out the other I Wear posts.

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I Wear: A Star Is Always On Stage

I started the week after my birthday byΒ going back to Tuning Fork for their Monday Open Mic and I’m so glad I did! It was a fabulous evening of unexpected, varied performances ranging from music, comedy to the kind of poetry that makes one remember what art truly is. I was also in a much better mood after my weekend mini-break to Pune so I dressed up. And here’s my look. (In line with the mood, I performed the following upbeat piece – ‘If Alcohols Were Men’)

I Wear:

  • Black-and-green tunic: Max
  • Black leggings: United Colors of Benneton
  • Leopard print scarf: birthday gift
  • Orange soled transparent rainboots: Paean
  • Raincoat: Lokhandwala market

* The last part of the video was shot by Gautam Sukhija.
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Performing To The Gallery: Alcohols & Men – Tuning Fork

I went to an Open Mic after nearly three weeks and I’m glad I picked that MondayΒ to do it. It was an evening rife with unusual performances, from a poem-turned-song to a monologue to a haiku battle to a truly moving piece that made everyone’s eyes well up.

I had a piece I wrote awhile ago and have never performed. But something about the weekend that went by made me want to retain my good mood (that piece is, in keeping with my monsoon temperament, melancholy). So I switched at the last minute to one of the lightest pieces I’ve written and performed just once before at a comedy routine. It made a lot of people laugh and it made me sparkle just as though I’d had that much of my favorite alcohol (I’ve been on the wagon for months now).

There will be an I Wear post in video coming up sometime later. And in the meantime, here’s ‘If Alcohols Were Men

The blogpost that this was based on was written nearly 7 years ago and is here.

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Challenge Poetry: Wrong Time & Muse

I haven’t done a lot of Challenge Poetry. I used to enjoy writing prompts. But I was learning how I wrote and I needed triggers, little guiding arrows to how I could think and prompts serve as that. But since I started doing Performance Poetry/Spoken Word, I’ve approached the form with specific ideas that I want to express. So to pick up a prompt and write to it, has felt a bit…artificial?

Still, I thought it might be interesting to give it a shot. Try everything, should be any artist’s mantra and keep trying it. I went to the Great Indian Poetry Challenge earlier in the month and came up with Wrong Time, based on the same prompt.

And yesterday, I took on Tuning Fork’s first ever Poetry Challenge and received the prompt of β€˜Makes me feel alive’. I wrote and performed a piece I called Muse (or StoryMaker) and it ended up getting voted the runner-up in English performances. The winner, a seventeen year old was eons ahead in quality but I think a teenager has the purity, the intensity of emotion that the rest of us can only remember.

I’m finding it interesting that I’m turning out Performance Poetry rather than Spoken Word at these challenges. Spoken Word feels like it has used less effort in crafting the writing. But my Spoken Word pieces have taken far longer to write, rewrite, edit and perfect over time.

For instance, I performed Feminist Poetry at the concluding Open Mic segment yesterday. Many of the people there have heard it before, more than once. It got a good reaction though. Manisha said, β€œIt’s complete now.” and I know what she means. The piece fits like a beautifully tailored garment that sits comfortably and precisely on me. This has taken time, several rewrites, rethinkings, performances and iterations (with and without music, changes of order, removing and adding key ideas). Performance Poetry on the other hand, seems to get completed in a couple of iterations and then I recant from memory, just like I would a song.

Perhaps my next foray should be Improv, a field I have absolutely zero confidence in. Keep watching and thank you for listening.

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Building Poetry, Shaping Me: Architect @ Tuning Fork

Another Monday at the Tuning Fork and how can I possibly hate the week when it starts that way?

I’ve been struggling a bit with performance poetry. I now know the difference between performed poetry and spoken word. I can’t entirely articulate it but I can see, hear and feel the difference. Spoken Word comes naturally to me; it’s almost like I have always been able to do it but only been thwarted and stopped by other people’s limited ideas or controlling actions. I speak what I think and it’s pretty lucid and even interesting if I’ve practised.

On the other hand, my poetry is somewhat prettier with flourishier words and ideas than I’d usually use while speaking. How to express these, on stage especially, without feeling like a dolt? Because really those feelings all bubble up and show in the nervous fidgets, the unnecessary grins, the odd-sounding voice intonation. How to be true to the poem and not sully it with these other things?

Then I remembered my mother telling me, years ago, to close my eyes and really feel the sentiment and that my performance would ring true if I did that. Of course, she was speaking about music. She’s a trained classical singer and has performed on All India Radio in her youth. I took her advice and it served me well through my singing days. You didn’t know I had music in my history, did you? Not if you’ve met me or my blog only recently. Well, another day.

But a performance is a performance, music or poetry and why not try the same tactic here, I reasoned? I think it worked.

I wrote ‘Architect’ several months ago. I even had a chance to perform it at The Hive a few weeks back. That particular evening, I was accompanied by someone whose presence I valued but who didn’t really know that much about poetry. It was an evening of high emotion, some tears and a turning point in a friendship.

But yesterday, Swamini showed up. And her workshop at Word Lounge on writing about spaces had reignited my interest in this poem. I really wanted to run it by her. I knew she would just get what I was trying to do with it.

So, what do you think? Did the performance I’ve painstakingly constructed stand? Does my story speak to you, free of fuss and awkwardness? Here’s ‘Architect‘ at the Tuning Fork.

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Tuning Up The Poetry At Tuning Fork

So Karthik showed up at the Open Mic earlier this week. I was running late and we barely had a few minutes to catch up and sync up. There was a super ANNOYING couple at the table next to us talking LOUDLY during a performance and saying things like “He’s not good.” about the performers on stage. The owners politely asked them to shush up, which gave me the confidence to throw them a derisive look. The venue is an art/culture place so what kind of a douchebag philistine comes to sit there and yap at the top of his voice? Anyway, said philistine pair (shall we call them PP?) moved to the terrace, which was unfortunate because that’s where some of the performers have taken to practicing or grabbing a smoke in between performances. Karthik and I managed to steadfastly ignore them, the sweat pouring down our faces on account of Mumbai’s drawnout welcome to the monsoons and PP walking around LOUDLY between us several times. At one point, they were joined by an even louder male friend who turned to us and offered to ‘give advice and feedback about the performance’ with a wink at PP. Seriously, I hope you both get married to each other and live a suffocating, sexless, boring happily ever after. Douchey single friend can stay single and pathetic.

As it turned out, Karthik and I made it back to the stage just in time for the break. The Tuning Fork guys chipped in and offered to record our performances and asked for a sound check. Karthik got into his groove. It’s a wonder how this boy is completely oblivious to the world when it’s him and his guitar (me so lucky we met and he agreed to collaborate).

We started with Paper Dolls that we first did at TARQ back in January. It’s such an intense, artsy piece I didn’t think we’d ever have a chance to do it again, outside an art gallery.

Then the other performers returned. And we closed off with Lullaby which is totally my ohmygoddidwecreateTHAT?

These videos are as usual, the ones shot on my phone by a friend. I’ll put up the professional ones shot by the Tuning Fork folks shortly. These Monday evenings make me very, very happy.

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On Motherhood, Discomfort & Poetry

I’ve had a breather from work and life’s madness and I find myself able to write again. Surely you can’t have missed the volley of blogposts all of a sudden. Poetry is flowing again too. Here’s my scathing tribute to Mother’s Day. At all three places there were cautious claps and that uneasy sense of errr…umm ness. Good, I never promised you a rose garden.

I had a chance to perform this piece at three different places but this is the best of them all. Tuning Fork is fast becoming my favorite stage.

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