Friday, July 05, 2002

Nothing much to do over the weekend.Maybe clean house, walk through Juna Bazaar or take a look at the useless flea market at Koregaon.
No plays running in town either. The last production I enjoyed was 'Ismat Aapa Ke Naam'.

At the Corinthian open air auditorium; minimal sets-low divan, a few panels, low lighting and Naseeruddin Shah in full-throated splendour.The stories just spun themselves in thin air.

The publicity sucked. Naseer and Ratna Pathak slashed all over posters. And sure, we love them. Master practitioners of the craft. But no mention of the cultural context in which the stories were written, or the retribution that they would have had to face.
Or even anything about Ismat Chughtai.
The atmosphere in the stories is LOADED. Humour, wit, cutting sarcasm and an unbelievable pathos. An astutue daguerrotype of the times that the words have withstood. And we will never know.

Have to learn Urdu.