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Posted On: April 11th 2026, 05:54 pm
Art is revolution.
I’ve always believed that the most powerful way to protest, to communicate, to show support - to raise our voice, is through art. Books, movies, theatre… they reach people in ways nothing else can.
And I’ve always been a little jealous of creators. Not just the ones I’ve seen on big screens, but also the ones who just sit with their stories for hours, letting them linger in the air, shaping worlds through half-finished sentences, pauses, and passing thoughts… like stories slowly taking form in smoke. The kind of people who can build entire worlds and make others feel something real.
Theatre always pulled me in. It’s loud with expression, strong with opinions, and it reaches people in a way that stays. But I never thought I could belong there. Acting wasn’t my thing, and directing felt like something meant for someone else.
Until my little kids changed everything, with “The Land of Hojoborolo.”
To others, it might have looked like a simple skit. But for me and for my 26 kids, it was so much more.
It was our first.
We wrote the script together.We argued, laughed, changed things, and wrote again.We choreographed.We improvised.We sat in circles, practicing dialogues, just like the behind-the-scenes moments I used to watch and quietly wish I was part of.
We made costumes from scratch.We did our own makeup.We figured things out as we went.
And most importantly, everyone showed up.
All 26 of them.
I don’t remember many schools where every single child gets to be part of something like this. It’s usually reserved for the “best,” the most confident, the ones who already know how to shine.
But in my class - everyone was an actor.
Every single one of them had a place, a voice, a moment.
Maybe I was just lucky to have such expressive, fearless little humans.So yes… I think I was a very lucky director.
Hojoborolo is a magical, slightly chaotic, beautifully weird land, just like our classroom.Everything is the opposite here. The conventional doesn’t exist.Crows love sweets. Tigers eat curd rice. The greatest scientist forgets what he discovered.
Flaws are magnified and somehow, celebrated.It might look strange from the outside.But inside… it make
I’ve always believed that the most powerful way to protest, to communicate, to show support - to raise our voice, is through art. Books, movies, theatre… they reach people in ways nothing else can.
And I’ve always been a little jealous of creators. Not just the ones I’ve seen on big screens, but also the ones who just sit with their stories for hours, letting them linger in the air, shaping worlds through half-finished sentences, pauses, and passing thoughts… like stories slowly taking form in smoke. The kind of people who can build entire worlds and make others feel something real.
Theatre always pulled me in. It’s loud with expression, strong with opinions, and it reaches people in a way that stays. But I never thought I could belong there. Acting wasn’t my thing, and directing felt like something meant for someone else.
Until my little kids changed everything, with “The Land of Hojoborolo.”
To others, it might have looked like a simple skit. But for me and for my 26 kids, it was so much more.
It was our first.
We wrote the script together.We argued, laughed, changed things, and wrote again.We choreographed.We improvised.We sat in circles, practicing dialogues, just like the behind-the-scenes moments I used to watch and quietly wish I was part of.
We made costumes from scratch.We did our own makeup.We figured things out as we went.
And most importantly, everyone showed up.
All 26 of them.
I don’t remember many schools where every single child gets to be part of something like this. It’s usually reserved for the “best,” the most confident, the ones who already know how to shine.
But in my class - everyone was an actor.
Every single one of them had a place, a voice, a moment.
Maybe I was just lucky to have such expressive, fearless little humans.So yes… I think I was a very lucky director.
Hojoborolo is a magical, slightly chaotic, beautifully weird land, just like our classroom.Everything is the opposite here. The conventional doesn’t exist.Crows love sweets. Tigers eat curd rice. The greatest scientist forgets what he discovered.
Flaws are magnified and somehow, celebrated.It might look strange from the outside.But inside… it make
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