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Parva - A celebration called life!

We are in an age of exaggeration. And it’s very evident. Else why would a husband need social media to wish his wife a marriage anniversary when she is around his arms? Why would a family need gathering on zoom when they stay in the same building? Social media have robbed us of the simple joys of life. It has become more about slicing and projecting data that can earn in one way or the other. Exaggerations in social media have led to unrealistic comparisons and eventually to depressions. Mental health these days is of great concern. Of course, I don’t deny the fact that social media has its benefits. But the way it is progressing is not very healthy. Isn’t it food for thought?

 

Amidst OTI communication, I had an opportunity to witness a theater play at Ravindrakalaashetra. Thanks to a dear friend who booked a ticket, assuming I would join and they would not have to worry about transport. However, it was a Dutch treat.

 

We packed our food a little more than individual needs, and it turned out to be a mini picnic between the theater breaks.

 

S.L. Bairappa’s Parva, a theatre play from 10 am to 6 pm, had a full house welcome. Every time I stepped out and had to get into the theater, I had to pop my tickets. That was not the case with others. One of them directly questioned if I attended in the morning? I smiled and popped my ticket. It was obvious. Amidst the crowd between 60ies and 90ies, to spot a late 30ies is like having an alien on earth. These are times when I question myself if I have aged or greyed. And that if my interests are indifferent to my age? Then I self console stating that I am meant to stand out. Hahaha.


Parva indeed lives up to the name. Coming to the play, it was mind-boggling. A subtle way of putting super-strong feminist perspective, extra-ordinary voice questioning the social orders being portrayed by super strong theater artists is out of the realm of words to be captured. It’s an experiential treat.

 

As I walked out, all that ran in my mind was that we suffer when we are part of the social norms. We even suffer when we question social norms. Of the two, which suffering leads to a better future?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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