I know that sounds like a misspelling in the title, but that one word was a misspelling that we all celebrated with tonight. Like a reluctant outcast from the law of averages, TRebel set the night apart with a modest beginning that bloomed into two hours of as-good-as-it-gets singing, dancing, and some diaphragm-wrenching laughing and throat-wrenching screaming. Today, the 29th of October, the night after the Festival of Lights, was unforgettable not only for its one-of-a-kindedness but for the gloom that refused to engulf the night like it usually does, and for the glee that stretched on for no reason whatsoever. We’ve all been to many a party and many a get-together, and we’ve all had a reason to celebrate. But when it comes to point of time when you’re dragged in by a routine that has eliminated all sources of change in your life, and has deprived you of those few kicks that you get out of being that someone else whom you always wanted to be if only for the availability of a reason. And all that TRebel did was give us those reasons. And we took to them whole-heartedly.
I’m stewing in the filth strewn on my bed at 2 AM in the morning when Advait messages me on GTalk. “TRebel needs your help” he says. I thought it would have something to do with putting up posters in the college because I was a tall guy and Benjy, who had gone to the campus to put them up, was shorter. But any thing’s something at 2 in the morning, and I asked him what he wanted. And that’s how the celebrations began for me. He wanted me to write the script for a compressed and contemporary version (read: spoof) of ‘Ramayan’, the ancient Indian epic based on love. I quit my AutoCAD work and got down to writing and finishing this ‘TRamayan’ of sorts. It was done by 6 AM, after which I went to bed.
I wake up at 4 PM (read: tea-time) to see a small gathering in the college canteen, with all the college’s worldly-wise putting their heads together to come up with a background score for the play. There was Anne, Chimpu, Nair, Devank, Bala, Advait, Niaz, Piyush, Benjy and TV. And not to forget the unmatchable Sheikh – the President de facto of TRebel. I have never been much of an extra-curriculars guy, but it did feel good and, somehow, wholesome to be part of something that was so meaningless that it had to exist. After handing in the script and collecting my royalties (AED 10), I headed back to my room for an evening of monotonous relaxation that I had so come to enjoy. When the clock was a few minutes shy of striking 7, I headed down and toward the staging area in front of the grocery facing the main gate. I was expecting only a small crowd of some 20-30 people. Unsurprisingly, I was surprised to find a large mass of androgen and estrogen spiced with some testosterone, already with their hands in the air and screaming for no tomorrow. With a ‘WTF’ waiting to explode from my mouth, I ran towards the place to find scores of juniors and seniors alike sitting and standing all over the ramp and the tiling, and even on the grass, gaping towards an empty stage with some disco lights thrown on the wall behind. I’m not sure even the TRebellious had expected so many people. And so the night began.
First in line was the play. For those interested in reading through the script, it’s available for download right here: tramayan. Let me give you guys a walk-through. Ravan (Advait) takes Seeta (Urvi) away to Lanka. Next, we see the royal brothers Ram (Niaz) and Lakshman (MJ) holding hands and walking in the Deira City Centre (a popular mall here in Dubai) when they hear that Seeta had been taken away by Ravan. Ram is dejected and Lakshman is, obviously, confused. When they argue and finally reach a decision, we see that the next thing they do is visit Hanuman (Piyush), a friend of Ram’s ‘from college’. Hanuman, for his part, has his mechanical engineer-monkeys to build a bridge from somewhere-in-south-India to Lanka, the construction of which gets delayed because the monkeys tend to mass-bunk their sessions. When the bridge is finally done, the monkey army which Hanuman has amassed to assist the brothers, and the brothers themselves, alight in Lanka, they find that they need to give Ravan a missed call to summon him to the desolation of battle. But none of them have any credit remaining, and they resort to a call request. You know how Etisalat has no signal and all that, so after a few minutes of waiting, Ravan appears. In a break from tradition, the rest is not as history would have it. The battle is long and boring. When Seeta finally appears in the scene, Ram is excited and jumps to rescue her from bondage. Ravan, seeing this, stops Ram and decides to strike a bargain with him: a carton (read: of cigarettes) for leaving Seeta alone. Ram agrees at first, but decides to call it off because Ravan does not have his preferred brand of cigarettes. Battle ensues again, but this time, Lakshman asks Seeta if she knows of any of Ravan’s weaknesses. Urvi confides that Ravan had to leave a female named Anita to get to Seeta. The monkey army then immediately summons Anita (played wonderfully by Tina) and Ravan is led off the battlefield in a melodic trance. Ram walks off with Seeta, and Hanuman and Lakshman follow behind. The end. Nice na? I know 😛
Well, next in line was a whole lot of singing and dancing, and the guitar guys soon took over the night. I, on the other hand, was already basking in the glory of my first ever script being enacted Broadway-musical style! Their fingers for once wouldn’t stop dancing around the strings and plucking them, and fortunately, they didn’t have to. Oh, and they were Anne (Anirudh), Chimpu (Siddharth) and TV (T V Siddharth) – partially or wholly comprising of the band ‘Magroorz‘ (or, as Shantanu put it ‘Magrooooorrrrzzzzzz’). Hats off to them for an excellent score for the play, drawing on everything from SRK’s ‘Don’, GnR’s ‘Sweet Child O’ Mine’, Metallica’s ‘Wherever I May Roam’ and Iron Maiden’s ‘Trooper’, and some comical noises thrown in. Shaurya, the bassist fresher, in particular had a guitar whose design was weird: he had a study lamp attached by screws at the lower end of his guitar bridge. Anyway, while moving from one song to another, not one fault was observed, and those few that did manage to stand out like some innocuous foreigner looking to dominate a fault that could be as inconspicuous as it could be made to be, it was lost in a myriad of celebrative moods which won over the tendency to decline and fade. I wouldn’t exactly remember the sequence of songs as they played one after the other, but here are they in some random order (read: how each one of them matched the melancholy of the moment as it would have been, and how it came be when played for no reason at all and, therefore, making the celebration devoid of a reason to even stop for the night): ‘Aadat’, ‘Californication’, ‘Wonderwall’, ‘Socha Hai’, ‘Summer of ’69’, ‘Another Brick in the Wall’, ‘CGPA’, ‘The Sutta Song’, and so on and so forth. Here are some pictures to rekindle the memories of those who were there.
![collage1 Aditya Nair right in the middle!](https://politiculous.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/collage1.jpg?w=500&h=500)
Aditya Nair right in the middle!
Oh, and not to forget, our chief guests for the night, an impromptu addition to the night to imbue the formality that refused to exist! Dr. Priti Bajpai, Dean, Student Welfare, at BPDC, and her daughter Bhavika. You should know that Bhavika is a very wonderfully talented singer, and when she sang ‘Saiyan’ (by Kailash Kher) on stage after some people requested for it, Advait’s requests to mute the instruments required no repetition: it was mutual. For a moment there, the TRebellion assumed an officialism, and transformed into something that would happen again soon. If we as students could draw such talent together based on a prolonged whim of sorts, then imagine what we could do if all of us put our heads together for a week. Ah well, all good things must come to an end, and the TRebellion did. I left a little earlier before the close because I had some other tasks to attend to. The night had ended with an open dance floor and MP3s playing into the night. There was also some attempts made at stand-up comedy, only to fail miserably; and the giving-away of goodies to audience members based on some obscure question chosen on the spot by Advait.
And even if each one of those who had showed up might have left the scene thinking such a night will never come again, I beg to differ. Like I said in the beginning, it’s only a matter of a reason. And when you have it, that’s all we need for a start. Good night!
P.S. Look out for the tRebel blog and web page. Coming soon!