From Kushal to Pizzoca...

I'll start with sex...I mean my sex and Pizzoca's sex. I OF COURSE am a male and Pizzoca OF COURSE was meant to be a female...



So my first major role in a semester play in college was that of a woman; an imposing and dominating Goan maid . Anyway...when rachit and DJ offered me this role, I asked them if there was any other role I could be suitable for. But they made me realize, I still don't know how, my feminine side (perverts...don't even think about it)...eventually, the task ahead was to get into the character. Trust me, it is helluva lot difficult. I mean imagine yourself (guys only) getting waxed, threaded, your sidelocks shaved, going for manicure and pedicure and what not! It's insane. To top it, changing your voice, mannerisms, sexual orientation ( BRIEFLY and to the SMALLEST extent), walking style everything! Being a woman is the most difficult thing on earth and I sincerely respect every single one now...



The worst part, I ended up being Pizzoca in group discussions in classes, on the road, in the bathroom, bedroom, cafetaria, and devastatingly in subsequent plays. A perfect object of mockery. You can never empathize...

But nevertheless, it was truly once-in-a-lifetime experience which I would cherish throughout the remaining existence of my manhood. I give all credits to rachit and DJ, the diros, for bringing out the character. Hindi Drama Club without them wouldn't have been the same...

night outs !

It's 5 in the morning and I'm just not sleepy...anyway, I guess I haven't really slept much in the past few days. All thanks to powani. Apparently, his dad had gone to Bangladesh for about a week and there was no one at home except of course for him and his maid (no comments).

So this guy suddenly calls up one day and asks me to join him for a night over. I had one of the most difficult time driving alone on the road at midnight. It was pouring hard and just to add to it, I lost my way. I was running out of balance and there were police check posts all along the way. I was carrying bottles of beer (for Karan ! not me...) and was almost about to get caught but somehow escaped.

Anyway, it was damned nice to see old pals from school once again - Tehlani, Attalani, Prateek, Abhay, Arpit, Sharma and gualewala - all completely absorbed in countering hookah. We all joked and laughed till about 5 in the morning, recollecting old pranks of school days...ma'am pandey and fevicol, FEPS (foreign exchange program for sex), Tehlani and P.E. (:D) and of course bitching.

I realized my life had been incomplete all this while without powani, me and our coin toss. I owe him a tonne for all these get-togethers...you rock \m/ !