Much ado about nothing?
Much ado about nothing?
The time given was 7.00 p.m. and because entry was free, we went well ahead of time to be able to get good seats. The air-conditioner was working fine and the seats were comfortable. The hall slowly started to fill up with people of various sizes, shapes and age trooping in. The hands of the watch moved beyond 7.00 yet the gate remained open for nearly 15 more minutes, and people kept coming in. Even after the gate was closed, some seemingly sincere theatre-lovers trickled in without any guilt, stumbling on the tricky step at the door as they got in and moved their eyes all around the hall looking for vacant seats.
I was reminded of the decorum/protocol followed in
theatres at other places. I recalled several times as the second bell rang
announcing the beginning of the play, the doors of Rang Shankara in Bangalore
would be shut. Keeping to the time was sacred. Even government and political bigwigs
could not get in after a play had started.
This play was a part of the five day programme being held
in the memory of late Mr Thapliyal. No wonder then that in keeping with the
custom in our country, it began with the chief guest and the guests of honour
paying ‘floral tributes’ to the late actor and the lighting of the lamp.
Not leaving it at that, the organisers asked the chief
guest to say a few words. I suppose ‘a few’ conjures up a different number and
amount in the minds of different people. Besides, I would have loved it, had he
told us about the works of late Mr Thapliyal or Hindi theatre, but the reed-thin
bureaucrat in a beige safari suit and with hennaed hair, rasped on for a full
twenty minutes about what as a sahityakar
(litterateur) he had penned. His recitation of his creations which sounded more
like poor rhyming of words in the name of shayari
(urdu poetry) and his continuous maine
yek likha (I wrote this) made
many among the audience, including of course me, groan at the disrespect to the
memory of the thespian and sheer waste of everyone’s time. Yet I guess the speaker
must have felt great when he went to bed that night for he had enlightened all
of us ignorant souls about his impressive literary efforts.
Nobody asked us to switch off our cell phones so is it anybody’s fault that a woman in the row ahead of mine kept connecting and disconnecting calls on her mobile all the time? I recalled how once several years ago during the staging of Salgirah (anniversary), Anupam Kher had stopped the play when a cell phone rang and the actors had threatened to leave the stage if a cell phone rang again.
In my heart I was pleased that there were no toddlers and curious or impatient children among the spectators.
Unfortunately, the play was nothing to write home about.
Don’t get me wrong. The plot was great, a satire about keeping up appearances/keeping
up with the Joneses and how one lie can spiral into a big problem. The main
actor was great and two others were also rather good. In fact they seemed to
have shouldered the whole act by themselves. But the rest of the cast was loud
and unimpressive, making the whole experience underwhelming. You might doubt my
sense of humour here because several among the audience were laughing out loud
at what I thought were pedestrian jokes and then it dawned on me why some
television series which some of us even refuse to acknowledge, are so popular.
Back
in the car all four of tried to shift the blame on the other for not getting up
and leaving.
So, why didn’t we just get up and leave, you might ask. I’d say out of respect for theatre. We all know any performing art -music, dance, theatre, even acrobatics and sports, is presented live and is very different from films. There are no retakes, cinematography or editing and you see the whole performance live. Moreover, the financial conditions of theatre artists are very poor and they have no big production houses to back their efforts like in the case of movies. Unlike film stars who have large fan followings who keep track of what is happening in their idols’ lives and chase them, theatre actors lead quiet lives as people unknown outside of their field. It is not surprising then that most of the people nurturing thoughts of socialism and equality become stage actors and lead very unglamorous lives.
Sadly, when I came back home and googled Hindi theatre in
Lucknow, it showed only movie theatres.
Some of us forget that watching a play or a music programme is not like watching a movie. In a movie hall one is encouraged to chew on popcorn or other things and slurp their drink loudly. People around us tolerate if we pass food along or across rows of seats, pre-empt the dialogues, sing songs along, clap or wolf-whistle. There is no dress code and not many rules of etiquette in India cinema halls. Yet everyone wears formal clothes to go to an opera, theatre or musical theatre in Europe. Why most of the people even wear black for the occasion.
Once we saw that a junior colleague’s wife was asked to leave the cinema hall in Berlin when she brought her few months old daughter along to watch a Hindi film. The authorities said the loud noise could cause damage to the child’s hearing and the air-conditioning blast could make her ill.
I had once asked a small
time local singer how he felt when people started chatting as he was singing or
servers began bringing snacks during a programme. He said it hurt at first but slowly
he got used to it. He also said that he sang light music, so he did not mind
people drinking during the performance as he wanted them to loosen up and enjoy
their time.
If I were a performer I
would be distracted by people stuffing their faces with masala peanuts,
vegetable pakoras, oily spring rolls,
chicken tikka or phis phry/phinger (fish fry or fish fingers as fish sticks are
called) while I sang or danced before a crowd. Thank God for small mercies, I
can do neither and all of you are also spared the agony of watching me perform
on stage.
-Anupama S Mani
Akg 😀😀👍
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ReplyDeleteVery well said, Anupama.I have attended Carnatic music concerts in Chennai.The performance never begins on time.People keep coming in till the performance is well under way. The ladies flaunt their latest Kanchipuram sarees and diamond earrings.
ReplyDeleteThe menfolk review the snacks provided in the canteen.
The concert drags on and on.If one is not well versed in Carnatic music. one does not recognise the 'Raaga"The concert may end any time. The audience departs. praising the performers and wishing that the concert may never end.
Perhaps I am a Philistine.I prefer to attend Western Music Concerts which begin on time, the programme indicates what is going to be performed.The doors are closed on time and opened on time for the intermission or finale.
I remember clearly that students used to clap in unison, prior to a program, when boring speeches were delivered ,in my medical College .We were too young to do that clapping and could afford so.
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