POPPING PROVERBIAL BUBBLES AT SYMBIOSIS CENTRE FOR MEDIA & COMMUNICATION

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As much support and comfort as fitting in a mould provides, it is a constant reminder that you have reached a proverbial plateau in your life.

Today makes exactly six months since college began and calling it a whirlwind is a gross understatement. In these six months, I have stepped out of my comfort zone innumerable times.

I have always been the kind of person who would only participate in and do things they have conditioned themselves to be good at. It was very much like living in a bubble but only after spending a lifetime in it did I realise that this bubble had transformed into a steel sphere that was – keeping me from popping it and growing any further. I was lucky enough to have this realisation hit me in the first month of college.

The first instance that brought about this epiphany was SCMC’s literary event, Maadhyam. Having always reserved my poetry to the back of my notebook, I decided it was time to let those words out of the bubble/steel cage. Through a series of auditions, screening, and other similar occurrences that I cannot recall much of, I found myself on the stage reading my poetry out to an audience that held onto every word I said. At that point, victory was inconsequential. I have always taken well to the stage but it was a rare feeling when I did not want to step down – and I think it has had the most positive impact on me. Since then I have taken my words to the stage every chance I got in this city and my first semester at college has led to the inception of giving me the courage to put myself out there without the worry of being faultless.

The thing about conditioning oneself into not trying new things stems from fear. As much support and comfort as fitting in a mould provides, it is a constant reminder that you have reached a proverbial plateau in your life. My personal theory is that I cannot afford to sit down at this plateau for too long for it will lead to stagnancy, the birthplace of ordinariness.

I would not be doing justice to everything I have talked about without the crux of this report: poetry. Here is an excerpt from a poetry piece to celebrate overcoming the fear of holding myself back and having the courage to put myself out there:

We are the children of soapy water
And chafing palms
Holding within us a Neverland
Full of people scared of reality who
Still wish to float within the comfort of our walls.
But, we will pop if we soar as high as you wish to be
So instead, little warrior, don’t hold yourself back any longer
Spread those wings and burst out of this cage
You call Comfort.

 

Article by: Aditya Sinha (Batch 2019)

Photograph by: Sanghamitra Shastri