Friday, September 28, 2012

The big London Dream!

A big city..new girl..

Yeah, this is my story of being in London
Yeah!! The big London dream!
The dream which probably haunted my great grandfathers
The pre-independence dream of many Indians..many of whose got realized here..

It's been 9 months since my first ever step in this country.
As I am set to leave this country in a few days time, it's fitting for this post to be published now :)

And if I say that I have grown and changed in this country would be an understatement.

I arrived here on eve of 2012 new year.
I was a jittery, nervous girl when i first arrived.
Today i feel I am at home. The city has grown on me..

I dont know what contributed to this feeling..to this confidence in the city..
It's probably my roommates, my friends, the unknown strangers or just me myself.

When I first arrived, I hardly felt I was in a strange land.
Looks like, I saw the mould from which India was shaped. We have so many similarities.
We are 2 countries with rich culture and heritage.
Something which amazes me is, the pride they take in their history. Maybe a lesson we Indians need a lot.
They preserve every piece of their history. Every small monument.
There is so much to see here, I could never get enough of it.

There is a London beyond the Big Ben. The royal culture really does penetrate into the city.
It's so subtle you would hardly notice it.
I am so awe struck by it, maybe coz this is my first encounter with something close to royalty.
It's one of the few cultures with the monarchy still in power. That's something to respect too.
I wish we could have some of our rulers in power too! :P Amusing thought :)

When I hear the various stories of all the Indian origin-British citizens, it's sometimes heart rendering and sometimes inspiring.
The stories of their great grandfathers running away from India and landing in Africa.
Their stories of struggle and their own victory of finally living in the queen's land.

London is almost half encroached by Indians. So if you are from India, you wouldnt feel out of place :)
There are some Indian restaurants from as long as 1905!!
These are the standing proof of a long past that ties these 2 countries.

And you will find many inhabitants from Pakistan too. Probably a rare case where Indians and Pakistanis can be friends, which can happen only here.
They have very similar stories of their ancestors fleeing from Pakistan or then India (before Partition)...
In a subtle way, we are all so similar with such similar backgrounds. Maybe the same reason for our hatred? I wonder..


Though there's a certain bitterness about us being taken over by the British for more than 2 centuries.
I feel times and equations have changed in today's times.

For me, personally it's been a wonderful experience being here. I would affirmatively say I will definitely want to revisit this place again.
Though I will miss all my dear friends here. I do hope I will get another chance for another encounter with all of them.
I will leave with a heavy heart, but also with hopeful and joyous eyes for a better future and a new journey.
Loads of love to the paradise of liveliness!


--Shreya

Thursday, September 20, 2012

*THE* Lion King Musical

The Lion King!!

I saw *the* Lion King Musical on a Sunday matinee of 16th Sep.
The lion roared and did it do well? You bet!
I was so awe inspired, I finally had to get out of my writer's block :)
I have never been a great fan of plays for all my life, maybe I attribute to lack of exposure.
Living in such a rich culture of England, forced me to start liking it's most innate part - theatre.
My first experience of it was Henry V of Shakespeare in the mecca of theatre.
This was my 2nd encounter of London theatre. There is something about theatre which tickles my mind.
It's so hard to explain such an experience.
The colours, costume and the acting which strike a cord somewhere deep in your heart.
It makes me wonder, how much I have missed all my life without all this.

The effortless acting and the actors are in a state where you start to wonder if you are seeing humans or the real lion king.
The majestic walk of Shaun Escoffery and the African music, just did wonders to my soul.

The music and dance and the rhythm of the entire was so superb, I just couldn't take my eyes off the stage.

When Mufasa's character died, I couldnt hold back my tears. I wonder now why.
After watching so many Bollywood movies, I shouldn't be crying over such scenes :)
But I really couldn't help myself. I had fallen in love with the characters and the play.

But the highlight of the show, which literally took my breath away was the scene where Simba sees his dad in his reflection.
The backdrop of the stage was converted into a wooden life size face of a lion.
No words can explain the effect it created.

A part of the poem He lives in you -

Night and the spirit of life calling mamela
And a voice just the fear of a child answers mamela

Ubu khosi bo khokho        [This is the throne of our ancestors]

We ndodana ye sizwe sonke    [Oh, son of the nation)]

Wait, there's no mountain too great
Hear the words and have faith
Have faith

He lives in you
He lives in me

He watches over
Everything we see
Into the water
Into the truth
In your reflection
He lives in you

[Courtesy: http://www.lionking.org/lyrics/OBCR/HeLivesInYou.html]

What Simba sees in himself, maybe we should look for ourselves.
What is your true self? Are you the one you were really destined to become? The true king?
Or are we leading a sub standard life?
Are we really taking our place in the circle of life?!?!
Wondering...

So, I sign off now with some food for thought for myself too :)
A must watch for all of you, if you get a chance.

--Shreya