Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Two pictures

Two stories appeared in The Hindu dated 18th August, 2005 accompanied by tw0 pictures-One was a forlorn looking mother standing and the other was an overjoyed mother kissing her son. Now what connected the two mothers. I could not help but notice that both stories had a strong connection with war.

The forlorn looking mother was one Cindy Sheehan, the grieving mother of Casey Sheehan who was killed when his unit was attacked by militants in Baghdad in April 2004. She has decided to camp in front of President Bush's ranch and has requested an audience with him. However President Bush seems to have come to the conclusion that he is inordinately busy and cannot spare the time for her inspite of going down in record books as being the President who has spent the most amount of his presidency away from the White House. For the entire story read here.

The other picture was of a mother kissing her son who had just completed his passing out parade and had become an enlisted officer in the Jammu and Kashmir Light Infantry Unit. Every emotion of hers in that picture showed a sense of pride in her son.

Both these pictures made me think about the legitimacy of war-be it anywhere in the world. Are any of these emotions wrong or misplaced. What is right and what is wrong and whose perspective matters in the end??

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Theatre fest







Here are some pictures of the plays being featured at The Metro plus Madras Theatre Festival.

For full length reviews of the plays,click here and here.

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Metro Plus theatre Festival



Madras is hosting the MetroPlus theatre festival which kicks off from tomorrow. Nine theatre groups from around the country will be participating in it and one can be rest assured of some great theatre for the next ten days.

For information on itinerary of the plays, click here

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Gtex

I saw him just as I had seen him for the last 15 years of my life-stooped over his table, a pencil tucked in the gap between his ears, he would suddenly stop and look into his books to check a particular figure and then use the customary blue-colored soap to make his markings on the cloth. I met Ganesh when I was 7 years old. It was time for schools to start and after having purchased the cloth for my uniform, my dad took me to Gtex-the name of the establishment run by Ganesh. As long as I have known the shop, I have never seen anybody else in it. He ran his tailoring business with consummate ease. He had a bald head with little patches of hair on either side, a swarthy complexion and a clear skin. I was always fascinated by his ears and the way he balanced the pencil between them.

The first time we met, he looked up as we walked in, greeted my dad as they knew each other and then pushed up his glasses and peered at me and said "School uniform for the baba" and my dad nodded. In a jiffy he was unfolding his measuring tape and measuring and making copious notes in his book. I was very curious as to what he was writing and tried my best to take a peek. He just continued writing numbers and I was amazed and a little bewildered as to how he would remember, which part of the body did a particular measurement refer to. Before I knew, he had taken my measurements and it was time to go. We went back a week later and the uniform fit me perfectly. After that every year, I regularly used to go to Ganesh to stich my uniforms and some formal trousers. We would stand there and make small talk and yet there was something unchanging about him that I liked. It was like year-after-year I continued to change and he seemed to have come to a standstill. I don't go there anymore.

As I cross the road to go home, I see that he has renovated his store and the bar under the name Gtex outside has started drooping and yet Ganesh remains the same, unchanging and unyielding.