A thumb with the fingertip pointed towards the sky meaning okay. We live in a world filled with instructions, advice, requests and commands. An Adda, a siesta, a tram ride, a visit to the Hooghly, queering up our own lenses, visiting shady bars and Pina Bausch’s donated linoleum floor. The process of creation was informed and swayed by the mood and hues of the city and its inhabitants. This was one of the first terms and conditions I came across as I stepped into the city. Sometimes I wonder if they would make better politicians with such single-headed principles and their linear trajectories. No amount of extra money, jewelry or even a govt. Sometimes hunters can still lure birds with crops but nothing can lure the auto-drivers of this city. And the journey is shared with friends and strangers. Nothing lesser than the demarcated trajectory. Nothing beyond the demarcated trajectory. They religiously follow one single route. Sometimes it would be a friend, sometimes an antagonist, sometimes a lover and sometimes a cat, indifferent but always close by.Īutos in Kolkata behave like migratory birds. The process of re-imagining the work involved a lot of listening to the city.
A city that feels like a memory and often looks and behaves like one too. It is not hard to imagine stories in a city like Kolkata. Site and the bodies that inhabit the site. Can one attempt to blur play and performance ? Can one play and perform or perform and play? To play meaning to dibble dabble, experiment, giggle, mistakes, faltering, exchanging fragilities. In my view, to perform should be allowed to translate into multiple meanings, adjectives, nouns and verbs as it is humanly possible and not just to display and exhibit. Reader, please understand, to exhibit and to display can be a performative or a choreographic choice/intention.
And to perform translates to ‘display and exhibit’. Within movement and dance, a performance is considered as an culmination point of a process, the tip of a peak. Same things you feel when you watch it as a choreographer.Ī performance is somehow treated as a barometer via which the skills, technique, memory etc. It’s heartbreaking but you understand why they are doing so. Dancers look mechanic and treat the material with disregard as if it’s junk. One cannot help but taste something foul, like a leftover meal. A fatigue, not in the body, but it hangs in the air. How does one re-imagine a work? How does one re-imagine a context?Īnd why? Firstly, answering the why, because a sense of fatigue creeps in during rehearsals.
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