Category Archives: Theatre

My Lost Phone: The mail trail

I was in love with it…the sleek, slightly bulky but feature packed N73. I would never have parted with it but destiny had charted another course altogether. In the darkness of the ‘Gold Class’  section at Fame Adlabs, Andheri, my phone, my beloved, parted ways with me.

The shock and sorrow of the loss was unbearable and still continues to haunt me today but life had to go on. As tradition holds, I was to ask all my peers and loved ones to share their contact numbers with me one more time. This I managed through the following ‘obituary’ cum request for numbers:

Hellos

For the first time in my tryst with the mobile phone I have actually managed to lose one…my treasured Nokia N 73. Along with it, my list of treasured contacts.

Please do respond to this mail with your contact no

thanks and regards

Robin


What followed was a deluge of responses expressing sympathy with me, my phone and my marriage!!

Here are some of the touching responses:

My sis-in-law:

Aayyooooo…Hw did it happen?!!
Hearty congratulations..(d way u have written makes me say this)
My friend from Chennai (Jat settled in Chennai)
Following is mine:
919XXXXXXX
Ya I understand these things happen after marriage ;-))
My close pal  from MBA and world record holder for maximum number of mobiles lost (all high end ones)
Oh!!! … How did you manage to do that … Anyways join the gang you just have to now lose/break 7 more mobiles to match 😉
Another of my batchmates

Hey Robin,

Nice to see more and more people joining the “Kaju’s club” (nickname for another of my batchmates…guess he too has a habit of losing mobile phones)…anyways my contact No. is 9XXXXXXXXX….

Happy losing….;)

Another of my close pals
Gr8 work ladke…herz mine..99XXXXXXXX..
The Corporate Response (Connection in big IT firm)
Get used to backing up data! Mine is 9XXXXXXXXX
Nervous pal (from school)

here you go – 09XXXXXXXXX

hope i’ll remain in your good books ….. sorry, phone book 🙂

Rgds,
XXXX

Pal from Oracle Days

Hey,

How did you manage to lose your phone..but anyways don’t fret…God has given you an opportunity to buy a new phone that too without feeling guilty…so enjoy…
My number is 09XXXXXXXXXX…
Keep in touch..
Close Pal
poda thendi (malayalam for ‘Get Lost Beggar’)
9XXXXXXXXXXX
The Vengeful friend: Another close pal from school days
kya karega no. ka? tere saath aisa hi hona chahiye.chal koi baat nahin yaar. its 9XXXXXXXXX
These heartfelt responses prompted me to buy another phone: This time a Samsung Star with a ‘mobile tracker!!’. Memories of the Nokia N73 still remain though. The Fame guys could not manage to find my beloved though I strongly suspect the chair that refused to budge to be somehow responsible for my loss…
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Singh is Kinng?No way!!

The sky was overcast and the day had an unexplained gloominess to it.Having digressed from my atleast 7-8 hr of sleep this week, I was looking forward to a good night’s sleep in the cosy warmth of my home. However,at the insistence of my room mates and friends, I agreed to a 11:15 pm show of “Singh is Kinng” at Fun Cinemas,Lokhandwala. After a lazy yet tiring day of work, the rains towards the late evening seemed to be the harbinger of impending doom.

As we entered the hall, I noticed some indiviuals talking amongst each other ” Bhai yeh toh hamaari movie hai,hit honi hai hai”, “yaar 30% occupancy lag raha hai is show ke liye..kya baat hai?” “nahi bhai, aane toh do logon ko…70% toh hai hi…baarish ke vajah se bhi kaafi log late ho gaye honge”…seemed to be some individuals associated with the film fraternity and they were right. Soon the hall was almost full.

The movie started and in anticipation of some authentic slap stick humor, I was able to laugh at some of the stupidest jokes known to mankind. The anticipation extended through the first half and my optimism forgave the multiple songs which crept up.

The second half started.I was now a bit apprehensive…Apart from a couple of good dialogues and okayish humour scenes, the film wasnt helping me much in staying awake. As my eyes drooped, I could hear the individuals from the film fraternity laugh away to glory…”were they the dialogue writers?” was the one final thought that flashed through my head.

Sleeping through a movie is one behavior that I frequently exhibit. Its the respect I accord to a dumb,unwitty,boring movie. As for the cast, Kathrina Kaif looked nice and Akshay Kumar looked as if he needed a bath. Amongst the lot of Singhs, I felt the best Singh awards should go to Javed Jaffrey and Yashpal Sharma. Good acting in the midst of a sinking ship

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“30 days in September” guest post by Sweety Thomas

Among the very few things that Robin and I agree on is our love for Mumbai. Mumbai is the city equivalent of a bollywood potboiler: It can be gritty and larger than life at the same time. Everyday it seems as if it is breaking at its seams with overflowing humanity, yet every newcomer find his niche. 

One of my favorite things to do in Mumbai is to see a play at Prithvi. Prithvi is a landmark for being a place which gives a platform to the struggling theatre groups in the city. It is an establishment which reflects the passion and vision that has gone into building a dream. At any given point the café will have a smattering of artists that hang out here. Don’t be surprised to witness live performances at the café. The Irish coffee here is legendary and definitely worth a try. 

This 200 seater is generally sold out so the recently launched online booking facility of bookmyshow.com is welcome. Last week I saw a Mahesh Dattani play directed by Lilitte Dubey ‘ 30 Days of September’. Now the play was to begin at 9 pm and Prithvi has a strict no late entry policy. Hmmm and generally despite my best efforts I tend to stretch the limits of JIT. And with three pre booked tickets in my hand and a mad dash from Churchgate to Juhu I did not want to miss this play which had received rave reviews and was celebrating its 100th show.

The cast of the show was Neha Dubey ( Monsoon Wedding), Lilitte Dubey, Joy Sengupta and Amar Talwar. The play explores the psyche of Neha Dubey’s character and her relationship with her mom played by Lilitte Dubey. The theme of the play is extremely disturbing that of child molestation and incest. The acting is class, the depiction of the scenes which deal with  the molestation of Neha is superb. Especially the casting of Amar Talwar as the uncle who is the perpetrator is perfect because the polished and sophisticated exterior hides a demon reinforcing the fact that a child molester does not only perpetrate physical abuse , the source of power is the mental hold the person has over the child. 

Also the play asks some questions which would definitely make you squirm in your seat. The different dimensions of abuse, the self loathe, the guilt of having enjoyed the abuse at some level, the need to be loved and wanted, fallibility of parents and the fact that children tend to overlook the pain that parents go through.

After the recent disspointment of the much awaited Girish Karnad  play “The Wedding Album” this play blew me away. A definite must watch to understand the depth of that this medium can explore and how a play can leave you with food for thought also what great acting can really do.

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