auckland playback theatre acting out the story of how arul and i gatecrashed a wedding the first (second?) time we met in person.
a few weeks ago, arul died.
i refuse to mourn. i miss him, and there is much i wish we could have talked about, and maybe i could have been less ‘tough’ with him…but i refuse to mourn a hardcase who left a flash job at microsoft to write songs in trichy, who habitually pointed out that none of the emperors had any clothes on, who died doing what he bloody *believed, not what he was told to do.
wherever you are, my brother, i know you are making them *squirm. you’ll need to, you are always ta’fxkz.
It seems the only way doesn’t it?
I did playback too… in Bangalore. And loved it.
Nangni le? In dam zel maw?
dam alawm. nangni zawk?
thank you baruk. you figured a lot in our conversation–arul’s and mine. i see you as a very creative person recreating broken glass into shape and visual poetry. also a poet with words. i’m not surprised arul and you were friends.
would you mail the act you put up?
i can just manage to live one day at a time by god’s grace.
shantibaliah