Monday, January 26, 2009
Choose Yer Poison!
Anyhow,
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Cheerio!
Oh, before I trundle off, this is my personal favorite.
PS: Apologies for the horrible background in most of the photographs. F21 is a horrible place for stage photography.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
i don't know what to say
We’ve all studied the concept of catharsis, and heard of cathartic experiences. But for a moment, just as Shreya was Sakina, describing the sight of a poor Muslim woman trudging along with her two children, clutching a tricolour flag in her hand as a talisman; as Pradipti was Selvi consigning the effects of their women’s organization to a warehouse that “rarely sees the light of day”; as we all sat there, watching them play their roles, I wanted to weep.
The story is deeply bitter about the circumstances of women and painfully realistic in how devoid of idealism it is. Watching them there, as women, as people I know playing roles like those of Sakina and Selvi was just… beyond anything I’ve ever felt. It’s like all the pent up anger and frustration from all those times that being a woman was brought home to me in the worst sense of the phrase…just bubbled to the surface.
How can it be so? How can an entire half of the population of human beings on this planet be so maligned, misjudged, mistreated and misrepresented? Over centuries?
Sometimes, especially when we’re discussing stereotypes or gender roles in Women’s Writing class, I just want to throw everything away and give in. I feel so defeated - we’re up against centuries of prejudice and indoctrination; I know that my own penchant for strong, masculine men in the vein of Mr Darcy or Mr Rochester or Lord Worth is a tribute to the fact that I have been indoctrinated to believe that I need a man to take care of me. To protect my naive, innocent self from the evils of the big bad world.
It’s disgusting, but it’s true. And every time I watch Ambai, I feel helplessly angry because as much as I am aware of how wrong it all is, I’m very much a part of the same world, and I think along the same lines every single day.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Vogons
Monday, January 12, 2009
Quotable Quotes - A Nuns Special
Thursday, January 8, 2009
The Seven Deadly Sins
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
And Then Some....
College play! Sets! College play! Stage! College Play! Four weeks to go! College play! Sound! College play! Lights! College Play!
I hear it in my head even when I'm sleeping! Gah! I blame you C [I love this symbology, it makes me feel all cryptic and secretive]! I figured the blog needed some happy, non-anger at the authorities type post! So apparently this is it.
We've got most of the stuff figured out with regard to sets, sound, light and stage. Yes 'stuff'. But it’s all going well. Just waiting for the money now. :D All the random ideas that have bin thrown around are actually being implemented. Or conveniently chucked. But that’s a different story!
The number of times I've heard quotes, budget, to-do lists, props there is a part of my brain that now automatically answers questions about these things. I've realised I have quite a talent for saying things that sound very sensible and more importantly related to the questions asked . I've also discovered a fond love for lists. My next responsibility [along with C] is a "We 'heart' lists" club!
I also got slapped by Sr H, C insists it was a friendly loving slap. Perks of being part of the crew apparently. Joy!
I'm going back to making calls to find out why sound and light technicians are such procrastinators.
OkBye!
The title has no relation to the post does it.? I can hear a certain teacher mumbling things about my inability to concentrate and connect the important things. Ah well! Bet she's not on anyones speed dial. :D