while waiting, lonely, waiting while
fear swallows pain back
Yet to grab a copy ofTwo Lives, but will definitely do that once my current reading backlog is done with!
The Golden Gate is my favorite Seth book – one of the few books that I have found fascinating enough to read it twice entirely.
Occasionally, we had ‘special classes’ on Saturday. This was a cruel invention that my school came up with thanks to teachers who never managed to keep up with their scheduled lessons for each class. Every minute spent in school on Saturday was painful since every minute spent in class meant your holiday was being cut short by a minute. Somewhere in the 11th Standard, this concept of special classes mutated into and even more tragic phenomena called the ‘vacation classes’. This was when a portion of our vacations was spent in class doing Math (you see the syllabus was too vast to be covered in the scheduled academic year). In real life, I have never found any use for Integration and Differentiation but for some reason it was a concept that was important enough to waste precious vacations on.
I think these experiences have somehow resulted in my current obsession with protecting the sanctity of my weekends from weekday issues. That brings us to Sunday, another crucial day in the week for me. Childhood (and indeed, adulthood) Sundays were spent in luxuriously spending time that was not structured. The morning ritual was to fight over the Sunday newspaper (in those days,The Deccan Herald) and its many colourful supplements. This was followed by the regular dose of The Mahabharat on TV and the subsequent early heavy lunch. Afternoons were unusually quiet with everyone choosing to have a siesta except me. I found this to be an excellent opportunity to spend what pop self-help gurus call ‘quality time’ with … myself! The things I recollect doing during these afternoons include:
Well, as they say, those were the days. Looking back at school and those precious weekends I only hope that kids these days don’t have special classes … at least, not ‘vacation classes’. And as we adults know, learning aboutLaplace’s transformation never came of use to us at anytime after the final exams.
Two of the ‘stories’ really stand out – one on the merits and demerits of having bath regularly and the other on the practice that some people have of keeping others waiting for them. Both these stories manage to stand out thanks to the passionate performance by an actor whose name I do not know. Another interesting piece is the one about the ‘girl’s father’, this unusual species who comes in the way of most budding relationships. The show had the audience in splits and by the end of it all, the cast got a sincere standing ovation from all us. One thing that was going in favour of the play was the uniquely Indian nature of all the situations presented in it. The audience really identified with most of what was happening on stage.
The satire and sharp observational humour in Katha Collage is nothing new, but the rendition in Hindi is something that makes it a novelty. I think the play should be on in Prithvi till the weekend. Don’t miss it if you are in Mumbai!