Sunday, June 5, 2011

What a Drag! What a wonderful wonderful Queen.

What could be a better night spent than with Shelah the Queen of comic in drag. As her Army, Natasha, swings on the pole to wow the audience, Arisha flirts with the crowd with her sensual grooves and Roz belts out her renditions as a soulful songstress. It was mainly laughter and rolls but when Shelah sang 'Temporary Home' she brought tears to my eyes...

I was already at the verge of giving up on humanity but she reminded me about the small instances in life that matters. Somehow, last night, she ignited the flame in me again. It must have touched a lot of people too seeing that no one wanted to leave the hall after Shelah lip synced an upbeat song for her life to end the show. You know how it is when people share themselves with you? Those who bring laughter to your life? Those who know your pains? Those who make you feel like you are not alone? This is Shelah, this is her. Thank you for your fabulousness.

Little boy, 6 years old
A little too used to bein' alone.
Another new mom and dad, another school,
Another house that'll never be home.
When people ask him how he likes this place...
He looks up and says, with a smile upon his face,

"This is my temporary home

It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is my
Temporary Home."

Young mom on her own.

She needs a little help, got nowhere to go.
She's lookin' for a job, lookin' for a way out,
Because a half-way house will never be a home.
At night she whispers to her baby girl,
"Someday we'll find our place here in this world."

"This is our temporary home.

It's not where we belong.
Windows and rooms that we're passin' through.
This is just a stop, on the way to where we're going.
I'm not afraid because I know this is our
Temporary Home."

Old man, hospital bed,

The room is filled with people he loves.
And he whispers don't cry for me,
I'll see you all someday.
He looks up and says, "I can see God's face."

"This is my temporary Home

It's not where I belong.
Windows and rooms that I'm passin' through.
This was just a stop,on the way to where I'm going.
I'm not afraid because I know... this was
My temporary home."

This is our temporary home.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Excerpt: - That's the Way it is

Coming out in the next issue of Shock & Awe -

That's the Way it is
If I said ‘I am' does it mean 'I should'?

The trouble with being human is the inconvenient distinction that we tend to attribute to everyone by category and classification. Whether it is done for demographics or with prejudicial intentions we cannot deny the fact that we all take the role of judge, jury and executioner at some point of our lives. It is hard to avoid stereotyping someone when a lot of our behaviors and personalities are derived from our ethnicity, socio-economic status, religious belief, gender and geographical location. The language that we speak and the accent that we use are all part and parcel of what we inherit from our families and ancestors. Even the way we think and respond to things around us are a smorgasbord of influences that have been demonstrated, coaxed or instructed to help us draw the line between right and wrong, good and bad. This, I guess, is supposed to help us filter out immoral deviants who may be detrimental to our career or reputation. Aren’t we all taught to stay clear away from people who don’t fall into the generally accepted conduct in the social structure? Although the question of normality is vague on so many levels we still claim it as our own when it is to our advantage.