This Year I finally figured out what Kala Ghoda Arts Festival has stood for, for all these years.
KGAF is a boon for Mumbai and brings out the vibrant colours that make India.
While the original plan was to squeeze in as many plays, movies and discussions as possible, finally I could manage to be at the fest only for 2 days.
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KGAF 2010 had an interesting line up of activities, as expected. Short films, plays, foreign language movies, dance performances, classical music recitals and discussions on myriad subjects by experts.
However enjoyable these might be, they were only the fringe benefits.
KGAF is primarily about arts and craft, small time entrepreneurs and issues.
Artists, craftsmen, entrepreneurs, photographers, story tellers and NGOs from across the country put up their works at the festival. Through more than 100 stalls that make a show every year, various current/universal themes are brought to the audiences, inviting a healthy dialogue.
Madhubani designs, Zari work from Kolkata, cane accessories from Maharashtra, pots from Rajasthan and sarees from all over, made their way to the stalls this year.
Every year, the Festival has a theme and presents entertainment and informative sessions around it.
This year, the theme was Presence of the Past. Don't ask me to elaborate, I haven't been able to figure it out yet.
While KGAF is always known to attract huge crowds, I wasn't prepared for the masses I saw there. Every activity - be it Premchand's short stories or various dances put up by Troupes from across states, were happily lapped by audiences who just couldn't get enough of the magic.
While I absolutely regretted missing the works of Bahman Ghobadi, the talk on Food Writing by Vikram Doctor and Nilanjana Roy and Renuka Shahane's directorial debut Rita, Chanakya at Horniman Circle and a slew of short films made up for the disappointment.
Plays, short films and dances were often followed by discussions with the artists and the performers. This part was the most relished by all. One could see a very different Mumbai - people who were interested in the nuances of Premchand's writings and who could discuss the motivations of a particular short film with its director.
It felt nice to look at the audiences, many of who, turned up in crumpled clothes, with laptop bags, just out of office, not willing to miss the excitement that the festival had to offer.
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Chanakya officially dethroned Double Deal as the best play I have ever seen.
Manoj Joshi and his fellow performers, put up such a strong, splendid play, that it stayed with the audiences long after everybody left the cool, scented air of the Horniman Circle.
Chanakya made me respect theatre artists like never before. Especially, because it was played right in the middle of a busy street, with honking cars zooming by and stray dogs holding a meeting of their own.
Not once during the entire 3 hour play, did I get a feeling that these artists were mouthing Sanskrit lines. The whole delivery was so fluid, that the team got a standing ovation by the end of the show.
Ofcourse, fine performances have to be backed by good writing. Bringing an epic of this scale, live to an audience, required finesse and attention to detail. Chanakya was one of the best strategists and selfless Patriots India has ever had. Sad, a lot of people only associate him with what is now bad in politics.
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I got a chance to view 3 short films, selected from the Vikalp Archives. While the overall experience of watching a short movie was enjoyable, there was more to learn from the happenings off screen.
One of the movies showcased the lives of small town "sex experts" and quacks. These men, in their own way, were doing their bit to spread awareness amongst men on how and when to do it, how to meet the unbelievably high "standards" set by their partners, never once losing their self esteem. The movie trailed the lives of 4 men - a former police hawaldar, a halwai, a gymnast and an aam aadmi. Through each of their stories, the director tried to bring out what went on in each one's mind and how each represented most Indian men, in some way or the other.
While the theme was bold and the writing made a lot of people squirm, it was hilarious to see a lone, old lady, seated in the front row and laughing away at every piece of advise dispensed in the movie.
A lot of men felt uncomfortable and left within the first few minutes of the movie, while those of who stayed back didn't have much courage to face the ladies in the audience.
The movie on and off screen, really highlighted our need of having a formal Sex Education class in school !
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I have decided to be a regular at all the future KGAFs.
Pity, I might have to drag along alone.
Most people I know couldn't care less about the happenings at the festival. Some who showed a passing interest, were too tired to travel all the way to town.
Do you ask too many questions? Do you answer all questions that come your way?
Here, I do not refer to invasive and irritating, personal questions.
Time and again, people have tried to drill, unsuccessfully, into me, that asking questions is not the way to go.
Yesterday, someone went ahead and called me the "Torchbearer of Kyun".
Under normal circumstances, I would have taken that as a compliment. Yet, given the setting and the people involved yesterday, I took it as an insult.
Not just to me.
But to everyone with a brain. Everyone who seeks answers. All those who don't believe in blindly following instructions and are genuinely interested in knowing why we do, whatever we do.
Often people shun questions.
Some do it because they feel uncomfortable with the answers. Some do it because they cannot deal with people questioning their thought process and ideas.
But a vast majority dislikes questions, because, it is forced to think.
After all, thinking can be dangerous you see. It can make people realise how superficial and incorrect their beliefs can be.
Yesterday, I was reminded of all those school teachers who drone on for hours in class, not inviting any questions and punishing students who show curiosity.
It reminded me of a lot of bureaucratic, old world financial institutions, who banished voices of dissent and logic...which ultimately led to the current Financial Meltdown.
I also found time to curse our neighbour who is known to censor any information in the public domain and penalise citizens who seek information.
Finally, it rubbed in the point, yet again, how, not asking questions, is akin to showing respect to elders per Indian culture.
It's a miracle we could have an RTI Act passed.
About yesterday, I re-learnt an important lesson.
Never Give Up.
Finally, to answer my own question, it is never too much to ask. For if you fail to ask, think, explore and seek, you cease to exist.
