Went to see dis play yesterday. A tribute to the rebellious Urdu writer, Ismat Chughtai.
Presented three of her stories. One of them was Saas (I had forgotten the names of the other two by the time the first one's presentation was over..hope 2 google em out soon and include here)
A good presentation, and an evening well-spent, i must say. Deepak observed that this was far better than watching Race. I think he ought to have been a little more judicious with his comment. Cos Race was trash. It was nothing in comparison to a good play. It was nothing in comparison to anything. Heck, it WAS nothing. Period. But its ok deepak, mai teri bhawnaayen samajh gaya.
The play brought back memories of college days, in more ways than one. We had been introduced to Chughtai, like several other literary greats, during college. It was a short-story, Lihaaf (The Quilt), and the most sensational one of our entire three year course, for us boys at least. (oh come on, i m just being honest! It was on lesbianism, for heaven's sake!)
The stage, the actors, the sutradhaars, the song and dance. Everything was reminiscent of our own "acting days". Of course, the wind of the thought "why did i not choose this field" ruffled my inspired-by-the-moment-mind several times.
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