The Experiment.

There's only one way in which you'd ever comprehend the feeling of the wooden dust underneath your feet, the harsh warmth of the spotlight on your head, and the crystal blackness filled with ghastly yet curious eyes staring right at you. And you, you stand there taking in all you have to deliver your last bit of being a person re-created by ghost writers who make a new you by just stringing in words. That's when you gather up all you have, look straight in their eyes and speak. An extension of words revised by you numerous times flows out of your mouth, but this time, it's different. It's not you. An outburst of applause and a curtain call snap your trance, but that feeling you just experienced is bliss..pure exhilaration.

I spent a large part of my school days standing on stage, either acting or debating. Back then, never did I get the chance to know what it felt like to run my own production. To host my own shows. To do ALL the backstage work. Or to just stand up on a pedestal and motivate my team before it's final show.
And now, finally, after coming to Symbiosis, I did find a like minded friend along with whom I founded our college's first theatrical production house. We both had excellent parallel ideas on innovative theatre and are finally putting up our first show in March, 2013. We decided to call ourselves "The Experiment."

Our first logo designed by a friend, Harsha Biyani. 

Mumbai Trains. Theres Nothing That Can Compare To Them!

"Chalo andar, bahar log latak rahe hai"..
This line is perfectly explains the experience of travelling via Mumbai local trains, during peak hours.
Ranting. Raving. Abusing in a 100 different languages, are some of the perks everyone gets the benefit of. If you don't, then you've done something right to NOT deserve it.

Honestly, the condition is really that bad. I travel everyday from one end of the city to the other, and have been victim to verbal abuses, and have also been shoved off a train! Its a part and parcel of Mumbai life.
We live that way-Rough and Tough!

During Monsoons, the trains are often delayed, making travel way more terrifying. People hang onto the doors for dear life. WHY cant they just wait to get onto the next train?! What could be more important than their life?
Its ridiculous.
I'd rather miss out on my attendance in college, than sit in a hospital for being ruthless.

To add to this, the trains are awfully dirty.
People spit tobacco and god knows what other concoctions, on the platforms.
Pick pocketing during peak hours is considered normal. (Yes, Ive lost a cell phone too!)
For heavens sake, there are slippers and other miscellaneous things lying on the tracks! Sometimes I really wonder how they get there.

Despite all this criticism, the trains are the lifeline of this busy city. The day they're shut, Mumbai comes to a standstill. But sometimes, better security and discipline, are more important than receiving the pink slip.

Its a do or die situation!