K-25, Hauz Khas
I sit in front of a modern building,
With modern balconies and modern bricks,
Far removed from the alphasexual hub that Hauz Khas is.
A building with no particular significance,
So much so that as I perch myself on the footpath in front of K-25,
All watchmen from the building there look at me in wonder,
With heavy bouts of judgement.
"They don't know" I say to myself.
I wish I could go ask them if they know,
But instead I set the cancer stick between my fingers on fire,
And resort to the only form of escapism I know - poetry.
"Ek budhiya chaand pe baithi",
Gulzar starts speaking,
And soon enough he's convinced me to dissolve all sounds around me and listen to the rhythm of her charkha.
Now here's the thing about poetry,
It's just a step away from schizophrenia,
For your mind will make you believe in things, that even your mind knows don't really exist.
Now here's the thing about love,
It's just a step away from schizophrenia,
For your mind will make you believe in things, that even your mind knows don't really exist.
But as I sit in front of the modern building,
With modern balconies and modern bricks,
I'd rather embrace the mental disorder that is both love and verse,
For where it stands, once stood
The moon the budhiya sat on.
K-25, Hauz Khas
Is where Amrita Pritam lived.
I see an Imroz stand there,
Present for the demolition of the old house,
And the demolition of a billion mixed feelings, of extreme pain and extreme peace,
Feelings that I project on him, really.
I see an Imroz stand there and try to see what he could have,
An Amrita ascending the modest throne of the backseat of his scooter,
Him almost anticipating the touch of her fingers on her spine, carving out his own 'manchaahi' death;
An Amrita getting in and out of a car for her visits to the doctors,
An Amrita in a window to a house always open to all Punjabi poems,
An Amrita that l |
| | | | Shekhar Sen is a unique theatre persona in many respects. He is talented, he is committed, he is contented, and he has a clear vision about his work in the theatre. Almost a decade back he presented TULSIDAS, followed by KABIR and then went on to add VIVEKANAND to his repertoire. His musical solo performances bring forth his exceptional talent as singer, actor, director and writer. Here Jyoti Vyas tries to fathom the phenomenal success of his theatrical expositions. |
Vijay Shanker
| How did you land on stage? I belong to a musician�s family from Chhattisgarh and I came to Mumbai to give music to films. For five years nothing of consequence happened and this failure lead me towards spiritualism. I started giving devotional music concerts; recorded cassettes with research-based themes; worked for HMV on a five year contract. And things started shaping well. I went to the U.S A. in 1997 to attend the conference on Ramayana; it was an eye opener. I found that the epic was translated in 78 languages of the world. Plus I witnessed that in Surinam and in the West Indies temples, Ram�s idols are small while the one for Tulsidas was life size. It was then that I decided to recreate Tulsidas on stage.
TULSIDAS was followed by KABIR and later VIVEKANAND. Is there any logic in the selection? No, none at all. Kabir has been my all-time favourite and Vivekanand comes much later. Tulsidas represents Sagun Bhakti (Idol worship), Kabir followed the Nirgun Panth (formlessness) and Vivekanand�s religious belief encompassed patriotism.
You write, direct and act. Would you consider writing and directing for some one else for the characters of female saint poetesses? I was asked by Hema Malini to write the script for Jaydev�s Geet Govind and her guru-reincarnation of Meerabai. I tried but could not do that. And apart from these three plays I have not written a single line.
How does the creative process of writing a play start Amit mistry
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