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Words: 149 For "The Bard's Hall Contest" ![]() ![]() ![]() School Play! The play, produced by the Principal as a fundraiser for the school, was done on a large scale. A professional hall was booked and tickets sold. Being an all-girl school, we took the boys' roles as well. I was the younger brother of the bride, always getting into trouble. My 'reward' for getting into trouble? I was the only one who got to eat on stage!! Even the 'bride' and 'groom' didn't have roles where they ate food! There was one scene where I had to hide under a table. The director wanted it to look realistic. During rehearsal I was lying on the floor while every table in school was tried out over me. None of them fit to his satisfaction. So - a carpenter measured me and the table was custom made. Other actresses get measured for costumes. I got measured for furniture. |
"The Bard's Hall Contest" ![]() ![]() ![]() This is the beginning of entries entered into the Bard's Hall Blog Contest Family Nostalgia One of the animations on WDC was the pinball machine. It's amazing how many memories came flooding back on seeing that lighting up my screen. On Mom's side of the family, I'm eldest of nine cousins. We sometimes had holidays together - Mom's parents, Mom's three sisters and their husbands and kids, Mom, Dad and I. That makes it nineteen people. Sometimes, I would have a school-friend along as would the next-eldest, so there would be 21. The others were too young to have friends who could be sent with other families. We'd drive to a hill station - seven hours from the city where we resided. We'd spend a couple of weeks together in this sprawling rustic bungalow, with a garden in front and a well at the back. Our bath water was heated on a wood fire, making bathing a most aromatic experience. We went on long walks in the woods, climbed trees, did some birdwatching, and went boating on the lake. There was this ONE 'arcade' there when we wanted artificial entertainment, and it had pinball machines. So we pinballed. If memory serves me right, Dad and I pinballed most of all. Then there was the game where you toss a hoop over an object to win the object. I was considered best in the family at that and often won packets of biscuits or hairclips or stuff like that. Once, when the third-eldest cousin was a year old (which meant that only that many of us had been born yet) I was playing at that game. One of the adults was carrying the kid, who was watching me (age 6) with fascinated eyes. "Hey, Sonali, give your baby cousin one ring to throw, you have 12 more after all." Being the obliging big sister, I handed the kid a ring, thinking, 'Oh well, one wasted out of 13 isn't too much of a loss.' The kid, still in his uncle's arms, looked at the bamboo ring he was holding, restrained himself from chewing it because he wanted to mimic me, and with a joyful yelp, hurled it at the prize-table. It landed neatly around the 'jackpot' marker, farthest away from the boundary and most difficult to reach. I had never even aimed for that one, let alone get there. Remember - this was a rustic hill-station in the India of five decades ago. No, we didn't get a car or a diamond necklace or something extravagant. 'Jackpot' meant - a plastic bucket, the kind we used for bathing. And it was a BIG prize, indeed, and much celebrated. Sonali, age 6, had been dethroned as the champion of the ring toss. Her little cousin was the new hero. Did she mind? Maybe just a little. But the adults took care to emphasise that she had been kind enough to supply the bamboo ring, and make her feel special, too! ![]() Apx 490 Words |
Looking forward to my Harry Potter meet up today! |