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Straight from the heart
IT IS perhaps the first allbum of its kind. Conceived composed
and performed by women artistes, Virgin's ``Man Ke Manjeere''
gathers the flavour and folklore of different regions.
Passionately sung by Shubha Mudgal, Antara Choudhary, Mahalakshmi
Iyer, Diwaliben Bhil and Rukmabai, the album by Breathrough, an
organisation committed to increasing public dialogue on human
rights through popular culture, is unique and completely
different from anything you've heard so far.
Each song is painstakingly crafted to speak of women's dreams and
desires, to tell the stories of what women are going through in
various parts of the country, or better still, of how women
perceive themselves. Nagged by self-doubt and unaware of her own
strength, she is sometimes the Mother Earth (Maati) whose
presence ignites the hearth. It is because of her that the crops
sway in the fields and the homes are warm. She accepts that she
is special, accepts her power. Rocked by the breeze, saluted by
the seasons and adorned in dust, she is frequently drained, but
full of hope, standing testimony to the footprints of several
voyagers who have travelled the route.She is sometimes the stream
(Jheel). Numbed by the stillness surrounding her, she is bored of
silence, bored of contemplation and wisdom, hungry for change.
She wonders how the moon, her only companion in this deafening
solitude, survives... Wordless yet self-sufficient, consistently
dignified in isolation. Perhaps, therein is the secret of its
mystique. But truth lies in movement and if it is her destiny to
move ahead, find new paths and new meaning, she will...
Self-denying, and often ignorant of her own talent (``Kesariya
Balam''), she is amused by the attention. ``I would hum to myself
because singing made me happy, made my heart feel lighter. I
didn't know I was creating songs. Nobody said that to me. In
fact, nobody understood what I sang until you labelled me an
artiste'' she confesses. Wild and robust, she's happy with
revived confidence.
``Man Ke Manjeere'' or the jangle of the heart, is a tantalising
number celebrating the fading darkness to welcome a saffron dawn.
It celebrates a woman's soaring spirits. At last, she has buried
her doubts, made friends with herself. Initially awkward, she has
finally mustered the courage to express herself, to confide in
her parents (``Babul Jiya Mora'') about her choice of a
bridegroom. She does not want to marry a trader or a king, she
has no value for money or gold. She'd rather marry a blacksmith,
for only he would make her shackles melt, and set her free...
Gone are the days when she would endure pain (``Beeti Raina'').
Gone are the days when she would repress anger. Today, she can
step aside and watch her past. Detached... uninvolved. Today, her
focus is on herself. She weaves solitary dreams independent of
baggage, careful not to let them slip, mindful of the darkness
and the debris she may stumble into, completely indulgent and
full of longing. This is one time she isn't going to give up on
her dreams (``Khwaab Khwaab''). The stakes are high but she is
determined to follow it to the end. She's waited too long
(``Intezaar''). Years, decades, or is it centuries? Vacant-eyed,
consumed with desire. For too long she has put her dreams on
hold, hung them out in the courtyard... stuffed cotton wool in
her eardrums to deafen the haunting echoes. Jostled the flower
tree in anticipation that its fragrance will at some point absorb
her. She has walked on the soft grass, chatted with the singing
bird who consoled her, promised her that her time would come too,
when she would be blessed with her share of sunshine. Has the day
come finally...?
* * *
``Ismat Apa'' is Motley's first Hindustani language production
featuring three of the author's (Ismat Chugtai) short stories
presented as one-man acts. Produced by Jairaj Patil and directed
by Naseeruddin Shah, with music by Vishal Bhardwaj and lighting
by Michael Nazareth, what makes the play unique is that it is the
first time that Naseer, wife Ratna and daughter Heeba have come
together on stage. Witty and warm with extraordinary insights
into human relationships, the play is a tribute to a spirited and
a fiery writer who was much ahead of her times.
``Mughal Bachcha'' enacted by Ratna Pathak Shah, is about the
successors of the great Mughals. The landed gentry of Uttar
Pradesh in the times of the British Raj, unable to come to terms
with their crumbling status, cling on to the tattered remnants of
their ancestors' past glory. Within this wry and perceptive
social commentary, is interwoven a love story of epic
proportions. The story of ``Gori bi'' and ``Kaley main'', a sad
story of ego conflicts suppressing personal desires and letting
outsiders ruin what could have been a lasting and intimate
relationship. It isn't easy delivering such long passages of
dialogue with minimal movements, but Ratna holds your attention
sitting on a chair taking you down memory lane as she turns the
pages of her sepia-tinted album.
``Chhui Muee'' narrated by Heeba Shah, is a tribute to the power
of the rural woman, expressed through an incident of a childbirth
witnessed by three fascinated and differently affected women, in
a train compartment. A first person account, it could well have
been a personal experience of the writer. In her debut
performance, Heeba Shah proves that she is her father's daughter,
and that acting is in her genes.``Gharwali'', by Naseeruddin
Shah, is a heady satire on the institution of marriage and on the
social mores of the prevailing times (1940s). What is fascinating
about the writer is that her observations on human relationships
ring true even today. Naseeruddin Shah playing Mirza who is
recounting his association with his maid-turned-wife-turned-maid
Lajjo. Naseer is riveting, not letting your attention waver for
even a minute. He makes you laugh, cry, reflect and review.
That's the beauty of Ismat Chugtai's writing too. She cracks the
whip, but without a sound. Sensitive without melodrama and
provoking without preaching, the play is a stimulant for decaying
emotions in current times.
The play uses just a master bed as a prop, with only the
bedspreads changing for every character. The play of shadow
lighting is dramatic. ``Ismat Apa'' is a not-to-be missed play
for theatre lovers and more important, for all budding and
stagnant writers.
* * *
There are just 200 IMAX theatres in 26 countries around the world
and another 77 currently under construction. The construction of
India's first IMAX Theatre commenced in January 2000. Fifteen
months later, in March 2001, the IMAX Adlabs Theatre, spread over
an area of 1,00,000 sq.ft., has a seating capacity of 520 and the
world's biggest screen, measuring 13,700 sq.ft. When the date was
fixed for inauguration, nobody was certain if the theatre would
be ready, except one man. He made a commitment and he kept his
word. Manmohan Shetty of Adlabs Films Ltd., India's premier
motion picture processing laboratory, has done India and the film
industry proud by creating the first of its kind theatre in the
Indian subcontinent with the world's largest dome screen.
Using the most advanced projection system and the largest film
frame in motion picture history, along with 12,000 watts of
digital wrap-around sound immerses the viewer, in what is called
an incredible motion picture experience!
BHAWANA SOMAAYA
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