I was on the stage/ floor WITH THE SCRIPT. That's the worst example I could set for myself or anyone. Leaving that at that. The rehearsal ended well. I pushed, and got into performance mode, using whatever I could remeber from our exercises and whatever else I could summon from the "process." Maja aaya. Totally. I slowly started freaking out with confidence. By the time Neeraj asked us to stop I was going all out. I was on the floor as "a lifeless puppett", reading out from the script, oh.! They joy of rehearsing. A lot of things came out, the discoveries of which I think I better write down in my journal for my own self.
My rt. chest injury hasnt yet healed completely, and that has been a reason
why I have not been able to exercise or practice much of last week. The doc whose clinic is right under my house says there is no fracture, its the "intracostal" muscle thats hurt. Whew :)
The red spot is around where I am healing. This injury was giving me maybe a referred pain on my back also, and obstructs deep breathing. I can understand that the healing has been delayed much because, over the entire last week I have slept roughly only for 18-20 hours.
At work over the last few days, I browsed through some "Philadelphia Eperiment" type books, through to some Pyramids and egyptology-and today through these I stumbled upon the Great Nikolai Tesla of the tesla coil fame. Mark Twain was a friend of his, and Anne Morgan, JPMorgans daughter had been seeking his atttention. Edison was his contemporary, he had revolutionary scientific ideas, such as which powered industries and WWII with alternating current, motors, generators, amplifiers, plugging into the ground (earth) for electric power, he also gave us the neon lights, tube lights, and so many electrical things. All of his works and ideas were never implemented or commercialised. He left no kids. They say he dies penniless. Mr. Edison deceived him.
<- If we could show a spectacle like this on stage, how'd that be!!!
Its possible, I am sure, with safety.