Sep 7, 2009

Etiquettes at theatres and theatres

Theatre- technically it means that magical place where a bunch of individuals enact a story right before to take you to another world. Colloquially, it is the magical place where a story with song and dance is weaved and recorded and played to you again and again and again.

And I have encountered both these last week, with varied experiences.

At the Prithvi theatre, I went to watch Confessions- a play about stories, murders, abuse, psychology and a lot more disturbing things. Long as the play was (2 and a half hrs!), it never felt that long. But the best part was in the second half, when there was a sudden power cut. The entire place was enveloped in darkness and it was utter silence. I can actually imagine the panic that the actors must have felt. And then as we are wondering, out of the black we hear the voice of one of the actors addressing the other 'Do you want me to continue? This may take a while. It happens here often.' And the play continued.

For a moment there, I thought this must be a part of the play. But then I saw many members of the audience switch on their phones and use that light to illuminate the stage. It was some sight as the play went on. And for once, none of the cast members would o a shoe at the audience for switching on their mobile phones.

The other theatre was a movie hall where I went to watch Quick Gun Murugan. No, I am not posting a review of the movie. If you want one, ask me and I will send you one individually.

When you go to a movie hall, the security checks make sure everything is in order, and well scanned. But they miss out one crucial thing- your feet.

No no, I am not talking about whether you have smuggled bombs and popcorn inside. I was nicely watching the movie, and suddenly I smell something wierd. Funny, I think. I assumed they cleant the movie halls regularly. It must be the guy next to me. Thinking so, I tilt a little in the opposite direction.

The stink though remains. That is when I realise, Dude... its not the person next to me, its the one BEHIND me. Yes, his/her feet were stinking. And in a movie hall, with the seating on steps, you can't even escape. I don't know how accepting it is to just get up and point out to a person that their feet stinks and would they please keep it to themselves, but I had half a mind to do so. They were distracting me from the bullets cutting into two and the yellow-orange-green-pink cowboy outfit of Murugan!

But unfortunately I never got to find out how the person would react to being told his feet stinks, as my friend, for fear of being embarassed by a wincing nosed me, dragged me away to another seat.

Well, that was one etiquette broken and one desperately needed to be followed at a theatre and a theatre.

Sep 1, 2009

I am a complex pigment

It's time for some narcissism! For all those who keep asking me what my name means, well, I decided- lets ask Google for its version.


A complex red organic pigment containing iron and other atoms to which oxygen binds.
1. (Science: biochemistry) compounds of iron complexed in a porphyrin (tetrapyrrole) ring that differ in side chain composition. Haems are the prosthetic groups of cytochromes and are found in most oxygen carrier proteins.
2. (Science: prefix) haem-, eaning relating to blood.
Origin: g. Haima a ring like structure found in haemoglobin giving it its characteristic red colour.

With random definitions like these, no wonder I love my name!

P.S.: That is not the meaning my Momma told me :)