character profile

Sonia Singh's To do list:

8:00- Go for a morning walk

9:00- Tell Ramu (cook) to buy vegetables from market. (don’t get expensive fruits)

11:00- Have light breakfast (follow diet plan)

12:00- Go to Chandra suits to collect new dress for kitty party tonight.

13:00- Go to market, buy Munchini’s and Chocó pie. (Nice snacks for kids), Coke, cookies, milk and bread.

14:00- Surbhi comes home from school. Tell chotu to give him whatever she asks for.

Also practice English from the classes.

15:00- Kaku comes home. Tell driver to go pick him up from football field. Talk to him about the call I got from his class 10^th English teacher.

15:30- Afternoon nap as recommended by dietician after watching ghar ghar ki kahani.

18:00- Go to gym in our new car.

19:00- Go to parlour for hair dressing

20:00- Attend Meena’s boring kitty party.

22:00- Call Anand in US. Tell him the shopping list.

22:30- Watch uske ghar ki kahani.

Reflection

Since the documentation has been taking its own course to upload, a reflection from the intervention:

I see invisible theater not as a revelation, but as a forum for chance and time to play together. The result of one intervention is certainly not a revelation. I have come to this consensus after my previous engagement with street art and street performances.
What you see is not really what you get in many cases.
Perhaps if this was repeated elsewhere, on another day, we'd have found a good hearted citizen who would have reacted to the situation. But my core dilemma is-why is it such a game of luck at all? Why is one's public safety so dependent on waiting for the right person to come along?
The episode that stayed with me was Malvika's helpless state and public apathy towards her situation. However, is this really so shocking?
We, as a witness to a not-so-common incident often take a while to absorb a new situation and more often than not,we do what is safest for us in this case- ignore, run away (escape) or forget about the situation of someone else's plight at hand. We, as a society I believe have been trained to 'resolve'. Resolve a conflict. Resolve a problem. Make a judgement and assume. We are so conditioned to justify injustice in our minds that we have become immune to it. The question here to ask, though is- what is the extent of apathy? Will we act/react as spectactors, citizens,policemen, street vendors, shop owners, mothers, fathers or uncles only when there is a murder in front of our eyes?
Why is it okay to let violence be taking place because 'it is someone else's business' in which 'an outsider has no say'?

your way below average girl.

'Guys, have you seen that girl in the cubicle by the cooler?

Yea, that one there, in the plain clothes.

Not much to look at, is she? Doesn't talk much either.'

'Where? Oh wait, I see her. What's with the tense face? Does she think we're being graded

for discipline at the office?'

'Nah, she usually looks like that...when she's not going through a mood-swing, then it's best to stay clear, anything ticks her off"

'Constant PMS or something?'

'I suppose so. Man, look at those rings around her eyes! Behind those glasses is one over-worked 27 or 28 year old. She looks 40! She could use some make-up. I'll suggest it in the ladies' room.'

'No way. You can't be seen talking to her, she's kinda crazy, writing a research paper on

some silkworm in the Nilgiri hills, tried talking the boss's wife out of wearing silk saries for the conservation of silkworms, sustainability of the food-chain, lalalalalalala. I bet she's doing this job just because she didn't get any funds'

'That, or she has an OCD for deadlines. Too bad, the competition will get to her. Look at her, she's biting her nails, for heaven's sake!'

'Give her a break guys, maybe she's just shy and waiting to be approached by one of us, we don't even know her name yet.'

'Yea alright, as long as it's something easy to pronounce'

'Haha, I just read it on the lunch list, it's Mrinalini Seshasayee..'

They say I am a Mama's boy!

Here I am. You needn't bother about my name or age or sex, but I want to talk with you is about myself. I want you to listen to what I say and avoid frequent interruptions during my speech.

People have been calling me a mama's boy and loudmouth and all that and today I wanna look at myself and see if there's something in myself that I haven't yet discovered. I feel, nowadays, I hardly get time to talk to my moma about what is happening in class, coz I am busy with studies. I do share a lot of things or maybe, everything happening in my class but what's the problem with that? I just don't get why my mates are so uncomfortable with that aspect of mine. Whenever I happen to talk about home, they call me MAMA's boy and that pisses me off.

Today, 9th of november, I am gonna put myself on scrutiny. As in I will record whatever actions I do in different places and different situations. I will look at myself from the perspective of a 3rd person and see if my friends make a sense when they call me a pussy.

I wake up at 6 in the morning by listening to the annoying sound of alarm. I stop it and lives mechanically for the next half an hour by spending time on brushing, going to the toilet and dressing up for school.

At 7 am, I go to the kitchen and see what my mom is preparing. I spend half an hour in the kitchen, sitting on a stool and watching my mother prepare food for my sister and father. I would have eaten enough for breakfast before my mother even serves food for us.

I go to school right after my father wakes up.

At school, I hate the bunch of boys who gather around and engage in discussions on wrestling and rock music. I make friends mostly with girls and of late I realise that most of the girls in my class find me ridiculous. omg, I never knew they were such back-bitching bitches. They know that I will slap them if they speak a word which I don't like. <<>

As soon as the school gets over, I go home but that is not because I wanna see moma, like some stupid boys think. But it is because I can't stand the sight of seeing some rash boys playing football in the muddy ground of our school after school gets over and get their white uniforms stinky and disgusting by the end of the day.

I go home and at home I spend just half an hour talking with my mom before going to sit on the study desk for the next 4 hours.

At school, I am the smartest kid and people are jealous of that. That's the only reason people hate mw. To all my critiques, all I got to say is, BE Jealous!

Touch me not!

NO clicking pictures please; i'm sensitive to flash lights! For all those who are mesmerized by my incapacitating looks(which will be every single viewer for sure), thank you but you can look away now as i'm not comfortable any more and discomfort is not good for my skin, it causes wrinkles!

Going to Paris next week...my cousin's getting my birthday gown designed by one of the best designers she met at the fashion week. It's a peach coloured gown...wonderful, isnt it? Mom says i look more beautiful in peach...huh! now how do i tell her that i know! :P

you know what happened this morning? the air conditioner in my car decided to stop working! thank god the other car was washed and ready; i would have died of embarrassment otherwise!

Oh! Gauri called me last night to tell me how beautiful i looked at Tanvi's in the saturday party..."yeah, yeah" i said, "i know you wouldnt say that for nothing, just come to the point!"

i know i'm naughty
i'm hotty and bitchy
i can rule over you
hurt you, bring you to my shoe
who does?
oh no!
who wants me to be dutiful?
'coz after all, I'm Beautiful!

Mask Persona

Your Assignment:

Create a post with an image of your mask and creative text that personifies the mask character.

Post with 2 labels:

1. Your name
2. Mask Persona
   

Comment on at least 2 other Poetic Play posts.

jabbawockeez

Winner of America's Best Dance Crew,Jabbawockeez

slipknot : the masked metal band

World famous band slipknot wear special masks along with jumpsuits in context of the aggressive metal genre of music that they play

Few interesting performances.

shadows

lessons

here's a clearer copy of my stop motion video that tries to address a few lessons that every girl's hands are taught.

so what if i am a woman...

i can laugh out loud, just as you do,

i can cry out loud. thats what you can't do.

i have the power to control, just as you do,

i have the power to give birth, thats what you can't do.

i can wear jeans, i can wear trousers, just like you do.

i can wear skirts , i can wear sari's and thats what you cant do.

so what if i am not a man?

so what if i am not as strong as you?

you may take me for granted,

you may overpower me.

but your world without me

will always be empty.

Chalte Rahe

Laughing Buildings

Hasti hain sari emartein

Khadi rehti hain yeh emartein

Ghar Kahan pe hai?

Maloom nahin.

Chalte Rahe, Chalte Rahe, Chalte Rahe

Sadak pe chalte reh gaye

Log Miley

Aur voh bhi chal pade

Log mil ke bhi chalte rahe,

Apne jhund ko pakad kar,

hum bhi chalte rahe...

Kabhi rukey?

Kabhi kuch mehsoos kiya?

Dekha?

Chalte Rahe, Chalte Rahe, Chalte Rahe...

Dekhna, mehsoos karna

Chalte Chalte Bhool gaye...

Svabhu Varma

Gendered Emotions

My video is about how even "Emotions" are gendered!
How a man is not suppose to express his feelings, with the same freedom given to a woman.

I want to cry,
I want to shed these tears,
I don't want to hide.
Why can't I cry out loud?
Loud enough, for everyone to hear me crying?
and still be accepted like a man.
A man, who wants to express his emotions,
Like a woman.

A woman,
I am a woman.
I can cry out loud!
I can howl , I can shed my tears in public.
But that, does not make me weak!
I choose to express.
May be sometimes, i don't cry
and that does not make me emotion less
or less of a woman.

How do you gender your emotions?

water

i was thinking about representing poem in a different way,where there is only sound and visuals.

i have chosen water as my main topic

then i divided its different sounds in masculine and feminine energies to create a abstract poetic representation about how i perceive them.

also usually i make video 1st and then i put sound in it.

but here to experiment, first i created sound clip and then i made video according to it.

uhhh!

An observation into the amount of weird sounds I make during a speech. I took a simple sentence "I never back down unless someone kills me", then I reversed it alphabetically and by words. For egs the above sentence was reversed alphebetically into "em sllik enoemes selnu nmod kcab reven I" and after that I also read the sentence backwards.

Observe the change in my voice. It seems whenever I am given a material for reading which is twisted or something I would least expect, I take a lot of time to get adjusted to the new system and complete the reading and I also uses a lot of 'uhhh!'s' and other weird sounds during my speech.

doubt and hope

Loud voices of doubt ringing through my head,
telling me what to do.
telling me what to be.
telling me to to give in against my will,
telling me flow in this one directional stream.
Drowning and concealing my free will and identity .
Even then,among all this Disquieting variance,
beaten down,
yet in the back of my mind I still believe on the
possiblity that one day will come when this
fight will be won .
Courage will go beyond my cowardice and insecurity,
and my choices ont be clouded my fear..
fear of rejection
but be my true nature and be the
person i want to be ,
not the person i am supposed to be .

Full of life ,contentment and hope

REPetition

I used 'repetition' of words and parts of words in my poem.

I can't categorize my poem under any style as i am not well aware of the different kinds. At first i was apprehensive about even writing a poem by myself and so i didn't know where to start. Thus while i thought of a subject to write on i played with the word 'repetition' itself and so through word play i arrived at a poetic play. Performing my piece in front of all my esteemed classmates was a tough affair.

This is probably the first poem i have officially written. It was a different experience that i'd wish to REPlicate in the future.

Laal, Geeli Baarish

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=10150288676405024

This performance is a repetition of a color that revolves around my awareness of being a woman- 'red' or 'laal' in hindi.
I have tried expressing this word in the different tones that I feel it in- anxiety, depression, fear and repulsion towards the red blood that I have to face every month.
The form derives inspiration from spontaneity and 'feeling' what the moment or the word has to offer me, as a performer in that particular point in time.

Poetry Slam

This was a poem using repetition of a sound, but no words. I focused on the process of thought and what one goes through to come up with an idea in a fixed amount of time.