An evening at Rangashankara………

It was the evening of November 13, when my long-unfulfilled desire of visiting the hub of expressions, came true !

Rangashankara....a place I had once mentioned in my earlier posts I would like to visit on an occasion and in a company, both of which I wish to find difficult to resist.

And...it happened !

Not to mention of its embracing steps that at once render you a feeling of belonging. The grandeur which entices you as if awaiting your foot-steps, all in service when you arrive there !

The flock you mingle with, once in its premises is a perfect palette of so many colors...you just add one more to it and wouldn’t want to leave it in quest of any more.
Its difficult to resist eavesdropping on a medley of amusing conversations when people are innocently chatting in languages they think are exclusive to themselves, ignorant that how closely those words might be interwoven around the strings of somebody’s heart who just overheard them. Attempting to familiarize with unlike tongues but like minds is theatrical in itself…

The paintings that adorn the walls narrate numerous stories that have been staged in the hall for years now, circumscribed by people from places near and distant, seated beside each other, held by the bonds of destiny.

The cafetaria that is the incubator for new stories to arise and to be staged, unknown to the playwright itself, leave alone the prospective viewers who might come to the same place years later to witness an idea that had been incepted at a fleeting moment they had then belonged to, unaware. Emotions that had traveled seas of thoughts are finally framed as expressions, ready to be dramatized, to be told for the times to come, again and again often becoming the possession of more than one master.

And the enchanted auditorium which has never been short of people under the spell of its magic cast by the performers, even for a single day since it started except for the weekly offs !

The seated viewers are like the rocks lying on the beach unattended, who gather a different form and shape after having been swept away by the waves of laughter, cries, sighs and screams all conveying a different meaning to each one of them.

Hence, goes on the process of Lights, Camera and Action, not visibly though, but meticulously hand-in-hand, making it tough for us to decide when the show began….and even after it has come to a halt, we stay stupefied in the hope that The Show Must Go On !!!

It was a soulful experience to witness the awe-inspiring Arundhati Nag perform a monologue in ‘Bikhre Bimb’ – 'Broken Images', written and directed by the connoisseur Girish Karnad, the plot too richly laden with thought, language and expression to be captured in my words as of now !

So, for now, wait for your turn...till you experience the magic ! :)