(This Article was first written in 2007 during the first anniversary of then WeMove and now WeMove foundation for Performing Arts(R) the article is actually the story behind formation of Bangalore’s successful theatre group WeMove)

It was yet another day, after I finished watching the never ending, boring, conceptualizing, tension inducing and yet interesting Kannada serial “MUKTHA”.

I quickly went to my 117 year old looking typewriter like laptop and switched on power button. It took ages before I could see the first signs of windows on my screen. As a normal balanced homo sapien I logged into my internet and then into some wonderful thing called “ORKUT”. It was like a jogger’s park and the only hope there was to get into the scraps of some of the good looking women, “Ya I meant women here! I never checked their status”

Amidst this huge treasure hunt! Huh! I rarely went into some useless communities where the creator or the owner of that community thought that he was ruling the entire country

“As I scrolled my scraps, I saw an interesting challenging young guy who was sitting on the edge of old crumbling rock thinking as if the entire country was on his hair filled head”

P.S:- I was just describing his picture put in orkut

He had written something about a short film and to be shot by people and had requested some co-operation and co-ordination, I told “crap and giggled” but some how my idiotic brain told me to call that guy, but the ‘sense of fear creeped in me’ and all that I did was to give my number and asked the crazy looking guy to call me” as usual I went into a deep slumber dreaming about my, Now that is censored……………………

The next day night again after a day of tiring muktha I got a call and as I decently answered the call, I was astonished! And the crazy guy actually called me,

Yes! “the same guy who was sitting on ‘on the rocks’, I thought he was in the mood of ‘on the rocks’.

Hi! I am Rajiv loharukha, he told with a steady voice.

Hi! Rajiv abhishek iyengar here, “I checked your scraps, thank you for calling” I dint understand as to how, suddenly I was talking so formally and ethically.

“Ya abhishek, abhishek I heard that you are a writer”, he questioned me

Yes! “I have written few books”, I told in a semi awareness state of trying to gauze the situation.

“Can I write for your short film, I asked suddenly”, It sounded crazy, “I had not written anything like screen play before”, well you see that’s how people speak when they start watching “MUKTHA” so much.

“Well, hmmmm! We have writers who can write for us”, then my idiotic inner sense, a villain by nature started pestering me asking “why the hell he called you when he has writers??!!” before that actually transformed into my sound waves, rajiv told” we are meeting this Saturday at BARISTA, can you meet us?”

“Huh! Barista, the first thing that comes to my mind is the right side of the menu card”, but my idiotic brain interrupted saying “Boss! for God sake you have started earning now.

I told OK! Done tomorrow at 11 A.M barista see you there.

As the moon did his duty, sharing his light I kept on thinking about the steady voice of Rajiv loharukha and his passionate nature towards short movie, I thought a big producer has called me.

Well it was the time of sun to do his duty and so as to me, I got up early for the first time got ready and zoomed my way towards not so liking BARISTA.

It was Saturday morning and I was lucky enough to get that ‘15 cms’ space to push my vehicle. I was tensed seeing the beautiful, strong brown colored building where barista took its shelter.

“let me run way from this place”, told my inner sense, “shut up! Get along get forward told my brain” I was confused “what to do?”

With out any choice I called Rajiv after reaching the entrance of barista

“Hi! Huh! Hmmm Rajiv abhishek here where are you?” I am here standing in front of “a awesome girl”, I though of telling but changed at the last moment to “chain gate”

“Ya I will be there in a second” he rose up and waved hands as if he was seeing off a TITANIC ship to Chicago, soon he showed his gentle man nature by coming near me and guiding my way to their workstation like table.

As I neared the table I saw 2 people sitting, and soon rajiv took the part of getting through their names and occupation, “hey meet him, he is sanjay and he is ajay”,

I moved forward my hand with great difficulty to some what odd sitting sanjay and serious looking ajay.

“Hi!” I told

“Hello!” They answered

“Please take your seat”, I thought I should take the chair and get lost

“Well this is abhishek, he is also interested in our venture and he is a writer” now rajiv had done his homework in people management before this meeting at barista.

I smiled at them

They smiled at me back.

“What the hell guys speak out” my inner sense was killing me.

“The guy with red shirt, speak out why are you killing me with a knife of silence”

“The other serious looking guy with a rising French beard was staring at me continuously”

“Well, let me tell you the story that we have chosen” rajiv broke the silence, I would have given him an Oscar for that, “the other two silent guys looked on as rajiv explained me the whole story, I was almost asleep at the end of the narration and the only thing I did was to control snoring.

“What do you feel?”

“Huh! That was fast!” what the hell I can tell when I was dozing the entire narration session.

“Interesting”, my brain told this with out my knowledge, at last it helped me.

“All the three looked at me and then I realized that they were expecting me to talk”

I told “OK”, but I had one doubt “how the hell can you do anything out of it with 4 people?”

As, I told my brain is a big asshole and suddenly it uttered some thing which I had not heard in my life.

“Why can’t we do this or turn this entire thing into theatre?”

“Both the serious and the red shirt guy showed some interest, they smiled after a long time at me and told “good idea”, “crap” I thought, “guys talk” my inner sense screamed at them.

“Theatre means sanjay can look after” Rajiv told pointing the finger to still awkward sitting red shirt guy.

I exclaimed “I see!”

The serious Frenchy guy was still sitting idle like a rock or I can say stiff….