I was looking forward to this day a lot. I had tickets for the Motley Theatre Fest’s play ‘Ismat Aapa Ke Naam’. It is the enactment of three short stories by the famed and controversial Urdu writer, Ismat Chugtai. Motley prefers to call it a story telling session, but it is an enactment actually. With no change to the original dialogues, minimal props and despite having only one actor for each story, it still didn’t come across as a story telling session. It was enacted by three masters, from the same family – Naseeruddin Shah, Ratna Pathak and Heeba Shah.
I saw the last two Motley plays at Prithvi (Bombay’s Mecca of theatre) and NCPA ( Mecca II, maybe!) respectively and I knew that a certain B.N. Vaidya Hall (What a dicey name!), however good it may be, would disappoint me. I was not wrong. It turned out to be King George school’s (Predictably renamed as Raje Shivaji School) auditorium. The crowd too, was the all too familiar assortment of the too affable, art loving, bourgeoisie intelligentsia. Everyone, with the exception of my friend and me, seemed to know each other. The only consolation was that there were more younger people. The last time, at NCPA, we were the only 20 something among a crowd of 100 people who had come to see ‘The Caine Mutiny Court Martial’. Everyone seemed to be on the wrong side of the 60s there.
The play (or should I say, the story telling session) began at 8.00 PM as scheduled. And right away, we were transported to middle class Muslim families in U.P.
The name of the first story was ‘Chui Mui’ and was portrayed by Heeba Shah. Her diction and narration was flawless, as she told us the story of a pregnant Bhabhi Jan from the eyes of a young girl. It hit me in the face, the contrast between the pampered rich Bhabhi Jan, and a poor woman.
I was still applauding for Heeba Shah when the second story began almost immediately (No props, you see!). It was the moment I was waiting for. It was ‘Mughal Bachha’, Ratna Pathak’s turn. My Friend and I, are unabashed admirers of Ratna Pathak, and were very keen to see her performing an Urdu rendition.She looks more stunning in real life than in TV. Her tone, her pitch and those expressions were picture perfect. To say that she played her part with panache, would only state the obvious. Or perhaps it is a huge understatement.
They had reserved the best for the last. Pop! Jumped in Naseeruddin Shah with a delightful comic caper. The name of the story was “Gharwali” and I don’t think lust was ever portrayed in such a funny manner and not once did it appear raunchy. From the feisty, carefree Lajjo to the bumbling, old bachelor Mirza, Naseer jumped in and out of characters with ease, as the audience watched, mesmerised. He had the audience guffawing one moment, and sit upright the very next moment. His mastery of the art shone through his performance which, was the cherry on the cake, literally!
In the end, I realised I was standing, clapping loudly like small kid who’s just seen the magician pull a rabbit out of his hat!
P.S.: Tomorrow is the grand finale of the Motley Fest as they perform their most famous, longest running play – Samuel Beckett’s ‘Waiting for Godot.’ I doubt if I’ll be able to sleep tonight..!! :D
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You are really lucky Ayyo Bhai...I have a huge desire to watch plays too...But if I tell that to any of them...I'll regret it till my dying day...They wont let me forget it :P
Btw the play does sound very interesting they way you described it...You going tomorrow too?
Arre, watch if you want. Your friends will also like them if you take them to nice plays..!!
This play was superb..! No doubt, why else would I be writing about it at 3 in the morning...!! :D
Yeah, I am very excited about tomorrow as well..!!
It was a pleasant experience to read.
this is what i call "obsession"
@Anchal
Thanks!!
@Ketki
What obsession?! o.O
@ayyo,
"wat obssesssion?"
you know better...
a pleasant experience at the end i must say. i remember one play of P.L.deshpande where i was almost on a verge of crying aloud.i used to go with my dad(who still is a great admirer of him)during my childhood at Kalidas and Gadakari Natyamandir.those have always taught me many lessons of our life.
Today all theaters on a way of disappear.Many theater artist even being so versatile are leaving it as it doesn't make enough money for them.even people are turning away from it except some.Their talent is deeply buried into sub consciousness and i doubt what will be the tomorrow.
looking forward for your writings on tomorrows play..
There are languages that you speak, and there are languages that you love. I can speak a few languages, my native Punjabi, Seraiki, English, Hindko, Pothwari etc,but Urdu is a language that I love speak.
Anyways, despite all my love for the language, I havent been able to read much. I actually planned a few days earlier to start reading Urdu with Manto and then move to Ismat Chughtai, Bedi and Krishan Chandar, as well as new writers.
Coming to the post, I was excited and jealous at the same time. Damn you Ayyo.
Oh and did you find Half Plate on Youtube?
@Siku
You missed the performance when the group came to your city..!!
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