Sangfroid talks about ‘a theater fest of sorts‘ at Bangalore-
There is a rather pleasant phenomenon doing rounds of Bangalore of late. The city is witnessing a theater fest of sorts and that is resulting in mood swings, of course of the positive kind. Imagine mid-week, after a tiring day at work, you get to watch [...]
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Art Futures Kolkata
Published by March 16th, 2009 in Art, Culture, Literature, Music, Personal, Photography, Poetry, Society and Theatre. 0 CommentsRama, fellow Blogbhartian, has started a new art blog, Art Futures Kolkata, with this admirable goal: Making Art Accessible, Relating Art to Community.
In the latest post, Rama questions the been-there, seen-that smugness of some Kolkatans:
Do they visit other painting or scuplture exhibitions of local or Indian artists in galleries or museums in Calcutta or elsewhere [...]
No, not Sachin Tendulkar. Instead, we’re talking about the play by Vijay Tendulkar called “Shantata! Court Chalu Ahe”. Shanta thinks that he has not done justice to what he set out to achieve: to portray the cruelties of society on women:
When I first saw the play forty years ago, I remember thinking vaguely that Tendulkar [...]
Nisheeth posts a play- this is unabashedly a play written by a student of IIT Madras, for his college peers resident in the Godavari Hostel and with several people he knew at the time as his characters, he says. His very own bildungsroman, he calls it. An excerpt from Act I:
Mom: Why don’t you show [...]
To The Death of My Own Family
Published by August 20th, 2007 in Human Rights, India, Indiaspora and Theatre. 0 CommentsFarah Bala, star of the play ‘To The Death of My Own Family’, brings her show home:
Originally from Bombay, I try and go home once in two years – I still have family and friends there. But this was the first time in the 6 years that I had been away that I was going [...]
A phone call takes Laisram Indira back home:
The charm of these sumaang lilas (street plays), as we call them in Manipuri, was that they were all played in the night in makeshift stages, amid the paddy fields. They would be announced during the day through microphones on autorickshaws. It added so much excitement because [...]
Fahad Mustafa on the stage adaptation of William Dalrymple’s much-loved Delhi book, City of Djinns:
A eunuch weaves through the audience demanding money. An incense bearing Sufi blesses us. The qawwals sit atop the expansive set, breaking into music now and then, as the drama of the city unfolds with Sufis, sadhus, snake charmers, calligraphers, kabutarbaaz [...]
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