My
favourite part of a play is before it begins. I love to watch the
expressions of people who pour out of the previous show, while I sit in a corner
sipping chai. If they exit
boisterously laughing and hushing each other up in a fit of giggles, you can
imagine what you’re in for. If they leave solemnly looking straight and lost
deep in thought, your excitement will know no bounds. Plays make you think,
much like books.
The
one I watched today is based on the vagina. Yup, it was the one you’ve heard of.
If you haven’t watched it yet, like I hadn’t until two hours ago, I hope for
your sake that you get to. Good plays are a rollercoaster of emotions. This one made me laugh till I wheezed and had me crying like a cat. Besides, what other
form of entertainment allows you to witness performers par excellence weave magic two feet away from your face?
Like
books or sleep, plays transfer you to an alternate reality. They let your body
sit cross-legged and still in a cold theatre, and transport your mind. They
make you forget about washing clothes and scrubbing dishes.
So
after a crazy day at work today, I am happy to report a fruitful evening out. Prithvi’s cutting chai and live
music are quite an experience. So are the guys who perform on its stage and pour out
of its doors.
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| Fluteman |
So what I’m really trying to say is:
1) Read a
book or watch a movie/play.
2) Cultivate
a hobby or few plants.
3) Don’t
be a bore, nobody likes those guys.
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