Wednesday, January 28, 2009

SNL + Life

I am fortunate to have had the opportunity to be a part of a great tradition at MVHS: SNL.

Yes... the most epic drama production of the year, with its outrageously large cast, suggestive sense of humor, and variety of sketches.

It was damn awesome, from start to finish.  I was lucky to be a part of the "What is Love" sketch: the one I've wanted to be in since I saw the movie "A Night at the Roxbury" and the original SNL sketch back in 7th grade just because it was "freakin' awesome," seeing the Butabi brothers first fail at clubbing, then to turn around and start their own club.  Luckily, I got to do it with one of my friends who is equally, if not more, crazy about the Butabis + the Roxbury club.  From our botched up scripts to the synchronized head bobbing to getting on stage and actually doing it in front of an audience.  It all owned.  

Asides from being the sketch of my dreams, doing SNL was also a big step for me personally, since I'm not usually the best person whenever it comes to performing in front of a large crowd, let alone any group more than 10ish since I tend to get nervous.  Also, I was portraying a character so different than my normal self so this role was getting out of my shell, releasing my inhibitions, and just doing it and going wild.

But at the end of it all, I want to thank everybody who made this a great experience.  From the director to fellow sketch members to fellow cast members to makeup people to producers to tech crew... it has most definitely been a pleasure to be given this opportunity and to fulfill it to the best of my ability.  Thank you for making this one of my best memories which I will carry with me when I leave for college and the world beyond.  Hell... I'll be talking about this at reunion parties... cocktail parties... kids' parties... wherever.  Who knows?

Ameya, we did it man.  Four years of waiting with excitement in the making... we pulled it off with great success.  Thanks for loving Roxbury as much as I do and giving life to our dream.  Remember those pimping dance moves for when you go clubbing or partying in college... and yes, we need to start our own nightclub.  

Prateek and Mimi... thanks to you two also for making this dream and experience a reality.  It was fun doing it all, from the head bobbing to the "impressive dancing" as a whole.  Thanks for a great time.

Jarryd... thanks for walking with us through the Roxbury skit, be it with "Project your voice!" or "Lets take it from the top, offbook"... all was good and owned.  Thanks for it all

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Yesterday while eating dinner at Journalism Late Night, we were all into our own little groups talking about random stuff.  Suddenly, I overhear a familiar set of words which I remember from my Farian days: no shorts after Halloween.  My head snaps towards the words and I begin talking about how at Faria, we could only wear shorts until Halloween and after Spring Break.  All of a sudden, it became a melting pot of past experiences in elementary school and middle school, ranging from putting rose thorns on benches (evilly amusing), youth skankiness (!), being good kids or bad-ass kids, people we liked/hated back in the day, Yosemite (hair dryers + cabin adventures), favorite or evil teachers (of course... u've all had 'em), etc.

What made this fun was not only the fact that it was a good distraction from working (just a bit), but it was also a great memory jogger... made me remember the good ol' days, when APs and SATs were Greek and Latin and our only priority in life was to have fun and be a good kid... back when nothing really mattered that much except, of course, which Yu-Gi-Oh deck or Pokemon you had... back when the only woe we were bogged down by was not beating a certain someone at teatherball or handball.

Going back in time... sitting around and chilling... its all a great bonding experience.  Sitting with awesome people, just discussing the fun we had and the trouble we got into, the things we remember doing and the things others remember us for doing, the people we liked and the people we hated... its all an awesome learning and living experience.  Makes you look back and love (or in those rare cases, hate) your life even more.  

Thanks guys for making me love my early years + months + days + etc even more enjoyable and memorable.

"You've got one shot at life... make sure you savor every bit of those 30mL since the glass ain't comin' back and neither will time.  Just get out there, get wasted, and love every bit of it."

I'm out now guys... I need to sleep soon.

Peace and love,
Kunal

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