Thursday, April 24, 2008

Gotya!

Gotya means Naata or chota in hindi. It's a marathi word. But here i am talking about a play based on a boy called Gotya. Today, i saw this hindi play at Prithvi Theatre. Well, it's good play. i liked the direction and its detailing. i liked the music and its kiddi charm. it's a play for kids but i was surprise to see the presence of adult audience too. i saw kid watching it, enjoying it and sometime participating into it too.
it's a story of boy who starts earning money early because his uncle has sold him to a Chaiwala. Chaiwala feeds him with abuses and punches. Finally, A good gentleman adopts him. and there he discovers that he's a kid whom any parent can be proud of. Story proceeds further thru lots of emotional and comical twist and turns. it was engaing, humourous and full of undercurrent sracasm which i feel audience was not able to comprehend it fully because of its chaste hindi. but i can understand the problem making it a hinglish play though. But i enjoyed it. There were some misfit comments and comparision between kabbadi and cricket. A dialouge says "Cricket bachav ka khel hota hai" which i find irrelevant and absurd. i think every game has its attack and defence mechanism. And situation based on swaraj ,mahatma gandhi, sahitya sammelan etc can be adopted and can be modernised in way where audience can relate to it.

But good, i saw theatre after a long gap. It took me 12-14 years back in Delhi where i use to go Shree Ram Art Center and use to watch plays. i went Prithvi with Jay. In fact, He has invited me there.

Bookshop@Prithvitheatre
It has very poor collection of Hindi books. but i managed to find one of my favorite Poet Dhumil's book. It's fantastic. His words are like a fire. it always takes you high with elan. His words are like water. it pushes you in deep ocean of thoughts. it asks you to be your boat. be your Chappu. His words are just like a mud on the face. it slaps you to wake up. his angst is not mere angst but a jetenergy whcih can transform anyone into someone you cannot ignore. He converts life's irony into magical sonnets. e.g.
SACHMUCH MAZBOORI HAI
ZINDA REHANE KE LIYE
PAALTU HONA ZARURI HAI.
i am feeling aaho!

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