A HABIT MADE

A dream rolled with a story droll

A mother's whispers of roast lamb of God

Years of waiting, ruminating, debating

and then the die was cast, time to find a squad

New faces, friends and acquaintances

joined to make the intrepid eight

A minister of sound in Sangita I found

all set to whip voices into shape

Rehearsals at cock's crow ... what do you know

turned out just right to everyone's delight

Blocking done rehearsals begun

throw in a fun team-building run

Track or live a confounding question

eventually a good mix of both, planned

Brother Jeremiah all nimble on the piano

was ready to steer the band

Bro Jo Jonathan of fingers fast

Thrummed deep on his fathers 5 string bass

While  Sum Phun Gai sat astride

and drummed his homemade wooden case

Brother Victor a magician of design

A rare combination of sparkle and shine

Lent his hand for a movable stand

A bed, and printed a backdrop that suited just fine

With hands on the faders Brother Subin

In Nithin’s absence was a last minute drop in

Mild in manner but astute in his science

He gave us the right mix of Sound and Silence

Brother Thomas, you really fit the priestly part

I knew you’d be the one to give the right start

Viola and Eugene you showed devout dedication

And commitment much needed for this art

Leo when you danced the audience swooned

You made us laugh even though the swan was doomed

You gave Chennai its first nun ballerina

Despite the disapproval of Mary Regina

You hit the high notes never imagined you would reach

And with mouth shut you learned how to speak

Amnesia your forgetfulness was as infectious as your cheer

Challenge accepted you said and proved as valuable as you are dear

Robert Anne , words fail to describe

All the talent that is packaged within your frame

Your willingness to learn was most admirable

You say this is your debut but I thought you were a natural

Hubert you added a bounce to the stage

And drew laughter from the ever devout and god fearing

At every step you were ahead of the game

Whether crisp dialogue delivery, singing or dancing

My reverend mother you grew, no pun intended

To be the one who brought out tears and split sides

You were hotter than Fahrenheit, your performance dynamite

I’m glad I had you in the spotlight

Making it a habit was a delight for me

And from all the reviews, for the audience too

Take a bow, Take a bow and revel in this moment

The truth is I couldn’t have done it without all of you