The other night I went to watch Swiss choreographer Cindy Acker’s two contemporary dance pieces — Lanx and Obtus. As I sat in the dark auditorium, I tried to make sense of what I was seeing.

For all of us in Maximum City, the last week has been spent quivering in the security of our homes because a certain cartoonist lay dying. And expectedly it released the bestial side of human nature.

The world rejoices as Barack Obama wins the US presidential election again. In the euphoria of the celebrations Bombay theatre makes a small footnote.

One of the reasons that I chose a life in the Arts is because each month is completely different from the last. Take for example my latest production, So Many Socks.

Yesterday morning I received a text message, “Dinesh ji nahin rahe.”
And with that the curtain came down on another veteran’s theatre career.

I HATE OPENING NIGHT!
Two hours before every directorial premiere, friend and fellow trooper, Arghya Lahiri will turn to me and ask, “Remind me again, why do we do this?”

It is no secret that Bombay has no space for theatre or art. Artists wait like well behaved pets for the crumbs to fall off the calendars of venues.

Real estate is extremely expensive in Maximum City and therefore establishments don’t like to give up their venues for any performances.

In three days, on July 30, Thespo will announce its 14th edition. Every July I, am faced with the same question, “Do I really want to be part of it again?”

A different kind of Home Theatre System:
“If you won’t go to a play,
Then we’ll bring it to you!”