Beyond words is the experience this drama could impart. We were not watching a drama but witnessing real life. The new theatrical endeavour of dramatist Deepan Shivaraman Khasakinte Itihasam is an independent adaptation of O V Vijayan’s novel of the same name. I am happy that I got an opportunity to experience it.
This particular enterprise produced by Trikkarippur K M K Kalasamiti adopted a novel form of presentation and stage craft. They introduced an open-air theatre with galleries for the audience to be seated. I wonder it is modeled on a Greek theatre. The stage consists of main stage, sub stage, ground and its premises. The characters were coming out from various parts of the whole of the arena. It was not like playing a usual drama, people were just caught on their collars and dropped into the midst of the story. The brains behind the stage let the audience experience it rather than just watch it. It was an excavation onto the Legends of Khasak. The legends of Khasak came out of their graves and took us to their times. They lived, made love, fought, cried and died in front of us. The characters were alive they were not acting.
Most of the modern technologies were incorporated to make the experience wholesome. Artificial rain was used which was over whelming. Projecting some shots in screen parallel to the play is a new thought. Lighting by Jose Koshi was excellent with yellow and blue colors dominating the rest. At some instances, fire was the only source of light which created a different atmosphere. The mesmerising power of music added to the ambience. The neighing of horses, sound of its footsteps, background score with a Sufi touch, the narration of the story of Shake Thangal and his troop of thousand and one horses and three full songs made sure we were completely involved.
It was an experience satisfying all our senses be it visual, auditory, taste or smell. The hot and spicy biriyani served to audience during Mymuna’s marriage was rich in smell and taste. The fire, water, and earth have strong presence throughout the play. The scenes of exorcism wouldn’t have been excellent without fire. Fire torches were used abundantly in the play. The artificial rain in this play was unexpected but awesome. The main stage was bare earth. The characters rolled over it and even slept over the mud. The props like snake, doll, masks, mats and tomatoes acted as symbols and image.
I wonder this is how the theatres in Kerala are expanding their scope. I like to look at this enterprise as a showcase of technical innovation. This is something worth calling a post-modern drama. This particular theatre enterprise would be a huge leap in the history of modern Malayalam theatre. Making use of all possible techniques at present to impart strong emotions made it an experience that gifted me a worthy three and a half hours in my life.
Every journey is an escape that leads one to an experience.
After completion of my graduation I was constantly facing the question of what now? Overcome by pressure I thought it was high time to take a break and decided to go on a tour. Many tourist websites were surfed , pages of numerous travel magazines were flipped over . But the question of finance wasnt one we could settle in all the tour packages I came across.
One day father called me to suggest a tour package offered by the Indian Railway known as ‘Bharat Darshan’. It offered a journey by train of ten days to visit four important places in India: Agra ,Delhi, Jaipur and Ajmer. The tour package seemed feasible as it demanded only eight thousand per head including food and accommodation. So this package was finalised and I set out for the trip.
Unlike others my excitement at first was not over the trip but as I could escape from the ever haunting question at least for a while. But soon it turned out to be a journey of experience…a once in a life time experience!
Glimpses from the journey
Spread across like a sea
Yet charmingly flowing river
Holy Ganga in ruins
Goods trains from the mines of Madhya Pradesh
Apparitions that come and go by…
Glimpses from the Railway Station
Watching the Sun set is joyous
No matter if it’s in the Sea or on mere barren land
Setting Sun ending the day
Thousand calls have I had to lay on your lap
Under the shades of Father,
O Mother Earth
Premises of Qutub Minar
Yes I eat your land
And breath out fumes.
Factories in Gujarat
I thought of not including the pictures of Tajmahal or the four main places that I visited , as most of you are quite familiar with it and as my focus is not on them but rather on the few glances my eyes caught on the way.
Few sights were there which no camera could capture and which created in me an urge to jot it down. One such was the sight in Gujarat station where men, women along with children were relieving in open spaces near railway tracks in wide view of all passengers. They had only a mug of water in their hands. I could not find any feeling of shame on their faces, not even in the face of women maybe as they had no other way. At first it was embarrassing, later I felt sympathy which ended up in a sense of resentment towards those in power. Those were the sights that one would least expect even in their nightmares.
Another troubling sight was to see the widespread use of tobacco both by men and women in equal measure. Happy that the use of liquor is comparatively less but still these addicts are forgetting the fact that smoking really can kill.
Gujarat doesn’t offer any sight of lush green but is abundantly rich in factories, big and small , in all possible corners . One can not find a single river that hasn’t either dried up or isn’t highly polluted.
The last sight that struck me the most was the tribal way of using vehicle the people without a tinch of concern for the fellow travellers or for the passengers. Horns with piercing sound breaks through the ear drums making us a real dumb in all sense. In the morning by no time urban roads turns to a mess especially in Agra with the traffic rules being defied in all possible way by the masses.
It is true, what our Father of Nation once said, “To know the real India travel through its villages”. For me it was possible to grasp a portion of what rural India is only because of the train journey I could undertake. Though my destinations were quite eye capturing , it was certain other sights that I mentioned above that actually captured my heart! Though they weren’t pleasant in the least possible way, they finally gave way to experiences.
And now I’m back to face the same old question for yet another course of time. I guess one needs to travel for a while when questions raised by life makes you too weary and in such journeys destinations are least important. Just remember to keep your eyes and ears wide open. Who knows, the journey itself turns into destination at times!
This Xmas, I and my family spent touring in a few places in Tamil Nadu: Madurai – the temple city, Yercaud – a hill station and Hogenakkal – known for the Hogenakkal falls.
Our first destination was Madurai, which is almost a 6h drive. The drive itself is something to look out for with the beautiful mountain views and big industrial centres all along the way.
The roads are excellent and well kept which makes up an enjoyable ride. Anyway you may get tired paying the tolls which are plenty in number 😅 You can also see lot of wind farms on the way. Tamil Nadu is the leading wind power generator of the country with a wind power capacity around 29% of India’s total. They had set up a separate agency for this purpose even as a early as 1985.
Madurai is a major city and cultural headquarters of the state. Also known as the temple city, it is famous for the historical monuments Meenakshi Amman Temple and Thirumalai Nayakkar Mahal. The temple located on the southern bank of Vaigai river is a monument of the 6th century. It has 14 gopurams, each adorned with intricate sculptures and having a height of 45-50metres. As per the estimate there are about 33000 sculptures in the temple. It was on the list of top 30 nominees for the “New seven wonders of the world”.The temple is the most visited tourist place in the city.
Another remarkable feature in the temple is the thousand pillar structure inside the temple. It has thousand pillars each adorned with Dravidian sculptures. It will surely leave you awed at the kind of effort and talent of the people of that era.
“Hey, any plans for this weekend? or just the usual? Facebook,Whatspp blah blah..?”
I know the question was rapid or out of the blue 😁 But trust me the reply too was rapid from my funkies.
“Dear Zindagi!!!”, they began to shout.
“Let’s go for it this weekend”,they chimed in. Remember girls room sucks at times. 😐😅
“Oh no,no movies atleast this time, please yaar” I begged in vain.
Its not that I’m indifferent to movies but didn’t had the mood for one! You know for me moods really matter😅.As the majority stood for the movie , sadly I too had to get along with my gang of movie buffs and head to watch that movie.
We settled down fast as there wasn’t much rush at that point of time. Soon many youngsters turned up .Without much interest I looked on as the film began. Continue reading “A weekend of My Dear Zindagi”
When its in your hands to hate or love it, why not chose the happy path.
I’ve not been in touch with you for a while.
But its okay,
I just dropped in to say hi.
These lines with which the movie ends sum up what the film is about. Connecting with life and the ones in it, including yourself.
It tells the tale of Kaira, an immensely talented cinematographer who hopes to make it big in the industry and direct a feature film one day.
From this intro what is expected will be a an independent, fearless person who’s just bang on. Now Kaira is different here. She’s independent. She’s happy about her work. But she’s not free of fears. And how these fears creates havoc everywhere in her life, we get to see.
A very family girl..who lived for her family..her parents.. The small beautiful world of her started and ended with her family..she never ever thought of anything than her family…somewhat her life was lived for others happiness.. and she was happy with that..
She didn’t have any friends..each and everyone behaved to her like she is some alien one..she was the typical boring type..
And one day that happened to her..from which she was always escaping…. Don’t know how and when..but it happened.
But Cupid only hitted her..and not the other one..she tried to suppress all her feelings.. But she was so innocent that..what she felt in mind was reflected on her face…she couldn’t control herself..
She was falling and falling for him.. Her Mr..
But she knew that she has to forget all things..forget all her dreams..that are not even hers..and she is dying to make herself happy…….knowing that this sacred love cannot happen again..for anyone.. will never ever happen again..
She prayed all the way..that let him have a happy life..like the way he is…….
Thus the dreams that coloured her life..made her to live a black and white life..that she was used to.
A trip together to see the jungleez 🙉
Check out what we met with in
Of Rusty Cages and Monkey Butts
written by our dorky friend 😉
I’m selfishly happy I wasn’t born a wild animal
A talkies experience..
Movies are a craze for us kelaralites especially for those of my place. The city is filled with moviebuffs of all kinds and I too am one of them. I am a moviebuff in a small scale( Well I have more liking towards a certain kind of movies and so…) and most of the movies I watch with my parents. Watching a movie is quite a memorable experience for me.