Needless to say that I am passionate about Patel Hall and Soc Cult. But penning down the story of Soc Cult and Patel Hall will not be a poetic one, as it is marked by vicissitudes some of which can be looked upon as paragons of demotivation. And then, I came into Patel Hall [:)]
I had a dream, to say the least. Was this dream simply to realize the words written in the Preamble of Patel Hall's constitution ("pursuit of the overall excellence of the hall", "forging of eternal links within the community", "changing gracefully to meet the challenges of the present and preparing to meet those of the future") or was it simply a relentless effort to convince myself that I am capable of making a difference? I really don't know. And to be honest, it doesn't matter - for whatever be the reason behind the actions, their results have been spectacularly brilliant - they made a difference and that counts, however, small that difference might be.
Choreography 2007: Nehru hall came up with a magnificient bedazzlement that had bowled me out. I remember myself coming out of Netaji, in a trance with a vertigo in my head, throwing me off balance and preventing me from walking straight. I forgot where I had been - 10 minutes of a stage performace by Nehru, had been powerful enough to shake my world. That was the power of that performance by Nehru. That was the magic of that performance by Nehru. I could feel that obnoxious sqeuamish feeling in my hot stomach and did not what I had to do.
I couldn't know what it takes to come up with such a show, a show that brings to life abstract thoughts flitting across the minds of the creative geniuses, a show that highlights the power of people to think, create, plan and execute. But with time, a faith began to trickle in - a faith with its root in the dream that I had for Patel Hall, a dream which was sowed within me right from the time I entered in Patel Hall - a dream that people all across recognize our hall for its calibre and effort in Soc Cult. I am still unsure of the source of this faith. But eventually this faith, the honesty with which I had wanted my create the same magic on stage, that would throw at least one other individual off his balance, gave me the confidence and the fuel to propel myself through all the hurdles which had confronted my path. Many people will refer to this as a consequence of institutionalization. Call it whatever you want to - but if institutionalization can inspire you to dream, to desire, to want, to work, to inspire others and in the process can make you feel happy and satisfied - nothing else matters
The desire to express myself - giving a voice to my frustration, giving an action to my agression, giving wings to my dreams and, at the same time, imbueing the dream in everybody around to fly in an open space to relish the honey-dew of drug so addictive that it can transport you to a world where you can chose to play God, or any role that you want to - this was the foundation stone of an effort which culminated in the Patel Hall English Drams 2008.
A long pensive year spent in driving the people around me to see what I see, to feel what I feel, to want what I want and more, ultimately resulted in the hour long performance which had the entire Netaji Audiotorium sit at edge of their seats, enjoying the supremely ethereal moments created by the members of Patel Hall, just for the members of Patel Hall. Every second that I spent on the stage I felt the hot blood gushing through my veins with a force amplified by the thunderous applaud of a rapturous audience. Every minute that I had spent in the past year, dreaming, thinking and planning, was exuding through the eyes of every person sitting in the crowd, which in itself was a reflection of the dream that had molested me for so many years. Every breath that I heaved took a portion of the burden off my shoulders - a burden which I had chosen to endure just to keep my dream of Soc Cult alive... And then, when it was all over I witnessed the tumultous response of the exuberant Patelians - I breathed a breath of relief. "I had done it". I knew that the efforts of many many people cojointly were responsile for bringing this dream of mine to fruition and all I can say to them is "thank you" for giving me the opportunity to witness the moment that I had wanted to live, all throughout my stay in Patel Hall and also for giving me the opportunity to evince, with pride, what we were capable of achieving, when we work in unison. [:)]
Undoubtedly that moment which lasted for just about 15-30 minutes can go down in the history of Patel Hall's Soc Cult journey - a journey to which I would always want to be associated with.
"I had a dream. I saw my dream become a reality. And now, I have another dream and will push myself through everything to show that dream the light of day. Patel Hall, very soon, will be the vanguard of Soc Cult enthusiasm - in other words - we will win the GC, and that day has to come - it just has to..."
I had a dream, to say the least. Was this dream simply to realize the words written in the Preamble of Patel Hall's constitution ("pursuit of the overall excellence of the hall", "forging of eternal links within the community", "changing gracefully to meet the challenges of the present and preparing to meet those of the future") or was it simply a relentless effort to convince myself that I am capable of making a difference? I really don't know. And to be honest, it doesn't matter - for whatever be the reason behind the actions, their results have been spectacularly brilliant - they made a difference and that counts, however, small that difference might be.
Choreography 2007: Nehru hall came up with a magnificient bedazzlement that had bowled me out. I remember myself coming out of Netaji, in a trance with a vertigo in my head, throwing me off balance and preventing me from walking straight. I forgot where I had been - 10 minutes of a stage performace by Nehru, had been powerful enough to shake my world. That was the power of that performance by Nehru. That was the magic of that performance by Nehru. I could feel that obnoxious sqeuamish feeling in my hot stomach and did not what I had to do.
I couldn't know what it takes to come up with such a show, a show that brings to life abstract thoughts flitting across the minds of the creative geniuses, a show that highlights the power of people to think, create, plan and execute. But with time, a faith began to trickle in - a faith with its root in the dream that I had for Patel Hall, a dream which was sowed within me right from the time I entered in Patel Hall - a dream that people all across recognize our hall for its calibre and effort in Soc Cult. I am still unsure of the source of this faith. But eventually this faith, the honesty with which I had wanted my create the same magic on stage, that would throw at least one other individual off his balance, gave me the confidence and the fuel to propel myself through all the hurdles which had confronted my path. Many people will refer to this as a consequence of institutionalization. Call it whatever you want to - but if institutionalization can inspire you to dream, to desire, to want, to work, to inspire others and in the process can make you feel happy and satisfied - nothing else matters
The desire to express myself - giving a voice to my frustration, giving an action to my agression, giving wings to my dreams and, at the same time, imbueing the dream in everybody around to fly in an open space to relish the honey-dew of drug so addictive that it can transport you to a world where you can chose to play God, or any role that you want to - this was the foundation stone of an effort which culminated in the Patel Hall English Drams 2008.
A long pensive year spent in driving the people around me to see what I see, to feel what I feel, to want what I want and more, ultimately resulted in the hour long performance which had the entire Netaji Audiotorium sit at edge of their seats, enjoying the supremely ethereal moments created by the members of Patel Hall, just for the members of Patel Hall. Every second that I spent on the stage I felt the hot blood gushing through my veins with a force amplified by the thunderous applaud of a rapturous audience. Every minute that I had spent in the past year, dreaming, thinking and planning, was exuding through the eyes of every person sitting in the crowd, which in itself was a reflection of the dream that had molested me for so many years. Every breath that I heaved took a portion of the burden off my shoulders - a burden which I had chosen to endure just to keep my dream of Soc Cult alive... And then, when it was all over I witnessed the tumultous response of the exuberant Patelians - I breathed a breath of relief. "I had done it". I knew that the efforts of many many people cojointly were responsile for bringing this dream of mine to fruition and all I can say to them is "thank you" for giving me the opportunity to witness the moment that I had wanted to live, all throughout my stay in Patel Hall and also for giving me the opportunity to evince, with pride, what we were capable of achieving, when we work in unison. [:)]
Undoubtedly that moment which lasted for just about 15-30 minutes can go down in the history of Patel Hall's Soc Cult journey - a journey to which I would always want to be associated with.
"I had a dream. I saw my dream become a reality. And now, I have another dream and will push myself through everything to show that dream the light of day. Patel Hall, very soon, will be the vanguard of Soc Cult enthusiasm - in other words - we will win the GC, and that day has to come - it just has to..."
2 comments:
kuch sento hai! but in keeping with all your rants through the last two years [:D]. I'd say it was a job well done... YO Patel!
Saying "kuch sento hai" and experiencing that same sentiment are two completely separate things, and I hope you get to understand that feeling when you'll pass out [:)] And as for my rants, well if they have made even a little difference - I hope it shows and I get to see that as well... nothing could be as satisfying and rewarding, honestly! and thanx 4 complementing my "job" [:P]
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