Its my 3rd Standup Comedy Special – #PokeMe was 2015-16, Second Decoction was (is) 2016-17 and then this is what is following them up…
Someone close to me, told me something yesterday that set me thinking- they said that this one could upset the Apple cart… and i didn’t disagree with them. They were right. This one seems disruptive – if you put the existing two specials into a graph as data points, then this one will not behave in the trend that could be indicated… and i know this coz i have been the engineer amidst the artists, the mathematician amidst the gypsies… i like order and the sense of control it gives me over things.
#PokeMe was a mish mash of many things and it helped me find the funny!
Second Decoction was born out of one thought – why the duck is my mind so Middle class, and why do i resist the notion of Happiness so much? Why do i wait to be asked, and why do i feel like i should wait to be found ‘deserving of’ by another?
The 3rd special came knocking in a year when a Cyclone came and rocked my boat much… a real Cyclone also came, and believe me it was merely manifesting what was already brewing…
Im sure you have gone through a torrid year where nothing seemed funny – and you would have been walking around wallowing in misery, or with a short fuse that you were ready to set a spark to, or just busying handling the several leaking holes in the ship, thinking that plugging those would set the ship back on sail, without realising that the vessel you are aboard would later be remembered as the Titanic…
How does a Comic handle a year of finding nothing funny?
I used to watch shows or visit open Mics and walk away with a sense of numbness and listlessness… all the premises and the jokes i had written seemed worthless and stupid and banal and like ‘whats the bloody point of it all!’…
How do you go on stage and crack a joke when there is Blood on the Dance floor and you know who is bleeding…
Lots of people told me to take a break… skip a season… go quiet and build a bear or something!
Good advise – coz then i could wait for the Spring again, and then when the birds are chirping and squirrels are getting frisky, i could get back to fluff and silliness and whiskers on kittens, and hot dosa on a summer day!
But then that would mean that Comedy for me becomes a fair weather friend… like someone i would meet up once a year and we would make plans and then if time and weather and world permit, we would have a great laugh and ‘keep posted!’.
But what i chose to vent into my Comedy – what if i could tell it my deep fears and shameful truths- would it sit and listen and respond and accept my trust and my hug and and help me heal…
and then if i could heal with it, why could i not pass the secret sauce as a recipe for happiness and a panacea!?
What if my Blood could become my Chutney – where i dont get daunted by its deep redness and i choose to treat it with some lightness and laugh at it and with it, like a Friend who could take a joke, and maybe would even laugh along, and then take the liberty to poke me back even?!
What i actually went through is now immaterial – in fact its all Material now – Comedy material… im healing as i prep for Blood Chutney and hopefully we have a cathartic emotional Standup Comedy special that celebrates Tragedy and Comedy alike…
And in the spirit of IF by Rudyard Kipling,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
Blood Chutney will be this season’s offering – Main Course Comedy. Side Dish Blood.
It could upset the Apple cart – but then we should celebrate by making Apple pie, Apple sauce and even Apple punchaamrutham!
Come and share a hug, and i promise you a great laugh – and maybe even more…
P.s: If you would like to come and watch a Tester show of Blood Chutney, check out this link: bit.ly/bloodchutneytestershow