Oddiences...

I am back to theater in a way I used to be. Having seen about 5 plays this year, Marathi and English I have found Sunil Shanbag's "Walk Into the Sun" the most striking of the lot. 


Marathi theater has not changed since my brief stint in it 7 years ago.  The jarring cheapness (in the so called best of plays today) of sets, clothes, music and dance cannot be attributed to nor justified by the apparent "lack of good production money".  This sort of absolute ugliness comes from somewhere deeper or somewhere very shallow.  Each play I have seen and I have seen 3 Marathi plays this year I am only too glad I am not a part of it and also glad that I will be someday again and differently so...


Not to mention, disturbances caused due to people blabbering on their cellphones have increased a lot over the past years...each Marathi play (not exaggerating) I saw, witnessed a brawl between the audiences...


I do not say that cell phones do not ring while I am in the Prithvi theater...they rarely do and at least people get jolted the first time it happens having the good sense to not let it happen the second time in the same show.... and at least they don't answer the call to say, "I am watching a play...I will call you later". The point of their being "considerate" to the audiences and the artists by not talking at length in that moment and hanging up is lost anyway....

Circus...

Realized as I half awoke from sleep last night that it is necessary to shake out of sleep in order to continue sleeping quietly...


Precisely in between shaking out of it and re wafting into a fresh batch, this time minus the noise of previous dreams, remembered Kafka who said something like, "One needs to un crumple in order to go back to being creased as before.."


I am, in about two hours, going to a circus. 
Circus is a bowl of custard that is no longer cold but tastes sweetly custard powder ish....

Bookstore romances are a kind of storybook romance...

Andaaz-e Bayaan

Bah Qadr-e-shauq nahin zarf-e tangnae ghazal,

Kucch aur chahiye vusat mere bayaan ke liye

In porportion to my fancy, the tight alleys of a Ghazal are too narrow...

I need something more spacious for my expression...

-Asadullah Khan Ghalib.

Who reads our thoughts really...

More than we read his.