The Young Writer

Based on Gita Khatri's " Aama Hun Aama ", "  Sapana Anek Anek " depicts the story of love and loss centred around a father's search for dreams and happiness for the family in a foreign land crushed by the terror of the fateful day of 9/11. The story is set in Nepal and New York. A visual fest for artists and painters, the light work is phenomenal in Sapana Anek Anek . The white canvas—the only prop used and with some versatility by Ashesh Malla (director), the pioneer of frugal theatre in Nepal— is painted with light and beautiful hand motion of the artists and gives the sensation of watching a painting in motion. However, the play could have done with a bit more props which would have provided a point of reference and material cues to aid the audience to follow the play's narrative which would have made it livelier .   Similarly, the sound could have been better in the show I attended which lacked the necessary ups and downs and at various moments, the ...

  What matters more- the Opinions or the Speaker?     Over the last couple of weeks, I had been posting some particularly bigoted views on Facebook. Some were extremely misleading and others factually and scientifically incorrect. The idea was to pass someone else's ideas, someone else's views, someone else's statements as my own. Based on the reactions that followed, I believe it was quite successful, especially towards the beginning.  These were not my statements. Those were Jaggu Vasudev's statements, you might more commonly know him as "Sadhguru". What I did was, remove the personality, the charisma, the allure, the authority of the person, and instead presented the words bare-bones. I wanted to see how people would take these statements, would they see the farce, would they still take the words with equal reverence?   The posts got varied responses, some were pissed off, offended. Some were irked. Some agreed with it and some found ...

 Buddha suddenly woke up one day when the rest of the town was fast asleep. He could feel the stiffness in his body. As he loosened his crossed legs, he heard his bones creak and groan like rusted metal parts of an abandoned chariot. How long had he been like this? How long had he been asleep? —he couldn't tell. He looked around but he couldn't make any sense of his surroundings. It was too dark and silent. A gentle blow of the air ruffling the leaves made him realize, he was seated under a tree. This sensation felt oddly familiar— like something he had already done, in another lifetime perhaps. What was not familiar was the bone-chilling cold the air carried with it. Intuition told him the gentle wind was supposed to be soothing. Something was not quite right. He stepped down the stairs and came outside the shade of the peepal tree and turned his gaze to the only source of light, the sky. In the island among the clouds, he saw some stars. With nothing else to...