Folk Media

"All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts,"
-Shakespeare

As i look back to the those few weeks of pure bliss and torture, its hard to ascertain whether i hated or loved this particular assignment of ours at college..a folk media(read contemporary)theatre presentation.. day after day of absolute nerves..of handling tantrums of the highest order..of gulping down self-pride to give way to others..of being faced with opportunities of tackling massive impatience with a tight-lipped smile..of clutching a pen as though ur life depended on it-demanding it to write the most beautiful lyrics that ever shook the earth..of dropping your head in ur hands in pure agony everytime a word of much expected criticism came ur way...of wanting to scream bloody murder as some over-stepped their boundaries while some refused to budge from the starting point..

'was it that bad?', i ask myself..

the joy of being there with your friends all day-with permission from home..the chance of doing something you love..the idea of learning new things from people..the thought of trying ur hand at something you never thought u could do..the satisfaction of having an idea approved..the pleasure of knowing that you're needed..the fun of making mistakes that could be laughed at..the knowledge that you have the ability to be patient with all sorts of people..the realization that nothing is possible without teamwork.. the thrill of being on stage..the feeling of seeing pure delight on the faces of the children..the contentment of accomplishing a task..the pride of hearing words of praise for your effort..the sight of watching families and friends smile..

nothing beats this moment..

so i guess...this experience is truly one of a kind.. one ill never forget and always cherish..