Castles in the air - they are so easy to take refuge in. And so easy to build, too.

आम्हां घरी धन शब्दांचीच रत्नें | शब्दांचीच शस्त्रें यत्न करुं ||
शब्द चि आमुच्या जीवांचे जीवन | शब्दें वांटूं धन जनलोकां ||
तुका म्हणे पाहा शब्द चि हा देव | शब्द चि गौरव पूजा करुं ||
- abhang of Tukaram Wolhoba Ambile of Dehu

There's No Freedom Like That of a Child's Imagination

கடலுக்கு உண்டு கற்பனைக்கு இல்லை கட்டுப்பாடு

Monday, June 08, 2009

Remembering Habib Tanvir

Habib Tanvir died today.

I haven't met the man. I saw him once, when I was in IISc, 2002 I think, when he had come there to stage his adaptation of Asghar Wajahat's 'Jis Lahore Nahi Dekhya O Janmya Hi Nahi'. I can still remember the play vividly, scene by scene, 7 years later.

Here's a snippet from the play I got from YouTube:-


He was trained abroad, but he found this revolutionary method by employing his native Chhattisgarhi 'nautanki' to show some of India's finest plays, including an adaptation of A Midsummer Night's Dream. And it was this method that made his plays so memorable - there was dance, music, tamasha, humour and a lot more.

The only other genius who could have matched him was Safdar Hashmi, had he not been murdered so early in his life.

Peace be upon you, Habib Tanvir.

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