Most of us are into a delusion that plays are for the intellectuals.
I say, the delusion by itself is a delusion! (Honestly, I could not relate the title of the play with what they showcased
on stage. Not that I was expecting the artists to demonstrate skinning a giraffe,
simply put, I just didn’t get it man!). Having said that, I was looking
forward to a highly incomprehensible play, which might lull me to sleep or give
me an ego crunch.
Sitting among a sophisticated crowd that dressed mostly in
crisp cottons (the Fab India types), and a bunch of sophisticated,
intellectual, and crazy (ex) colleagues/friends made me feel like a duck in a parliament
of owls (ahh…finally putting the collective noun to use!). Luckily, I got a place
in the second row – less chances of getting distracted by the owls.
The play begun with soothing live music and artists entering
the stage, acting like puppets - good enough to trigger the thought, “100 mins
of boredom awaits”. Fifteen minutes of that and the play took a twist. The dialogues
shifted from English to Hindi and then to Tamil, Kanada, and Malayalam, and
were quite simple to comprehend. The artists brought a palette of brilliant
expressions on their face. The music became more interesting – kept me
wondering how such outstanding music can be produced using simple instruments such
as a mouth organ, lute, chimes, and so on. The use of properties was creative
and the occasional interactions with the audience made the play even more
interesting.
I came out with a flushed face (of merry and laughter),
satisfied that I did something awesome after sluggishly spending months, doing
nothing that I can talk or blog about. Keeping my fingers crossed that I spend
the rest of the year enjoying similar “blogable” stuff! ;)
