Last evening was the first show of our cultural programme at Sanskriti. Everyone in charge treated it as a kind of exalted dress rehearsal. Everything was practised – giving gifts to the teachers, standing for a photo, everything. For them, it was just a complete, thorough rehearsal before Saturday.
For me, though, yesterday was the real thing. My guru was there. And as always, no one’s reaction is important except for hers. The whole world could be in raptures, but if she is not happy, the simple fact is that the programme was not successful.
Guru Mythili Raghavan was not impressed, but she was pleased. She was proud of us – I could see that much. She was unhappy with the sound system, but the girls were, in her words, ‘not bad’.
I’m happy. For me, now, Saturday’s show is a dress rehearsal. We can just turn time around a bit and pretend Saturday’s performance came first.