Gudan haram aur kings
Sampuriya and seven seaters
Sharma ka dhaba ,panner nan
'G.G dev ke pass hai'
Hotel sweet Dream
Fixed Menu
Jahuri Bazaar and bandini
Sixty rupees and I am Chaurasia
',tawe waale ya tandoor'
To my left beggars
Girl with rhinestone eyes
Boy with tuft
Me with turban and shades
To my right a hoard of kites
Descended from sawai man singhs stables or school
He himself perched on a three legged horse
A little further
Rats , in an enclosure, with dogs and crows
Awaiting meal time
And finally Tagore himself
Contented and shit stained
The auditorium smells of cheap urine
The others smell of expensive urine
There is no water ,
But an 83 year old theatre veteran
Who welcomes us warmly
He curses the enemies of noble theatre
Behanchod and bastards
Sam nods acceptably
Lighting is done smooth as ice on a naked body
With sam saying baiya todi ootaoo
And Meera going aur thoda aur thoda
A proud father moment
Light snacks to help you prepare for the play
Kachodi and tea
Our English theatre stomachs refuse the kachodis
Back stage is big enough for six couples o make out
Side by side
Fly area is my chennai dream
We are the ready
The stage is set
The show is over
Varun was dravid,elegance and a century
Meera and nand , Sehwag and gambler ,kept knocking
The ball out of the park
Never heard applause as an actor stepped on stage
Genuine one, not friends girlfriends boyfriends and moochers
Janani was her usual 100 runs in 100 balls,twice
Dev was belligerent, imti tongue in cheek won
The audience with his buster Keaton act
Sam was Sam was Sam
Learned to say Ghanta or Kaantaa as
Jan says
A mizuage for her
Lighting cherry busted
Hands know the pleasure of sliding on a board
The voluptuousness of a P.C,
The hard abs of a profile
The dizziness of a fresnal
And the absolute wantonness of an uncut PAR
It was not about a flawless show
Which are usually frigid and unsexy
It was about honesty actors
Who chose with gumption
Not to wank on stage
But to tell a story
The communion was served
Theatre was the winner
The walk back in the dead night o the hotel
Penetrated by the misty smoke of GGs
A hundred bluff games later
NAND exposed
Dev caught
Imti smart
Meera sharp
Sam the quite
Jan the winner
The gods smiled, and rewarded us for our toils
We found a honest auto man
Home and memories. And looking forward
To a few months in this bubble
Tawe wale ya tandoor
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