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Showing posts with label Theater. Show all posts
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Sunday, November 9, 2014

Tulke: Making us proud as Nepalis


In Nepal, we are not advancing economically, we are stunted and dwarfed in other arenas like sports, our education and health services are regressing; so it is a full-scale tragedy if we cannot progress even in fields in which individual excellence and innovativeness can make up for the apathy and negligence of the state. Plays have been here as the silver linings in the cloud for quite some time. Now they are joined by some refreshing movies like Kabaddi and TVT. The future may not be quite as dark as it has been so far when it comes to arts and literature in Nepal.

For some reason or the other, I am yet to watch the Nepali movie Loot even though everyone who has watched it has recommended it as a must-watch.

But it was not the case with Talakjang vs Tulke (TVT), the other movie from the same director. At the first opportunity, I went to the theater to watch it.

The first thing that came to my mind while sitting to review this movie was the Eric Valli's masterwork Caravan. While I enjoyed Valli's ingenious movie, the contrast with 'mainstream' Nepali movies was obvious and that reminded me of how utterly backward our own film industry was, thereby diluting the joy of watching a good movie.

The movie reminded just how good a movie could be created inside the physical boundaries of Nepal by tapping into what we already have: an ever-luring  beauty of the landscape, the scarcely researched cultural themes and the talented people with real life hurdles unimaginable for many in the worlds yet with ability to act impeccably in real as well as reel lives. What we were--and are, to say rather sorrily--doing instead was shamelessly and skill-lessly copying the frame of so called formula-based movies from Bollywood and simply breeding the ugly and uninspiring movies.

That was and remains a real tragedy, for a society can never progress in its entirety unless the arts and literature fronts, like many others, languish in dark.

Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Beauty and nostalgia: Five memorable moments in Kathmandu's theaters

(First published by Setopati)
There are countless things that make Kathmandu an overcrowded city emanating ugliness. But there are some things in Kathmandu that emanate beauty. And there are very few that make one nostalgic about the city. Theaters, on average, make Kathmandu a beautiful city with help of performances that give a much needed distraction to the monotonous lives of the crowd-wary Kathmanduites. On some occasions, however, only nostalgia as a term can capture the essence of the emotion that is brought about by `these performances. Here I revisit five such plays from three different theaters in Kathmandu. Two of the plays from abroad were the part of the 2012 version of Kathmandu International Theater festival performed at Mandala Theater. The other three are from the Nepali theater artists from three different theater groups performed in three different theaters. 
Snapshot from Court Martial (Photo: Nepali Times): Captain Bikash Pokharel, the defense attorney grills one army Havaldar for his lapse in the whole saga.

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Ibsen lab: Mandala takes Nepali theater to new heights

How artists at Mandala bring about the scenes from different Ibsen plays and amalgamate them with the real life predicaments of Nepalis, with the shared theme of patriarchy

I have not read Ibsen so far, to say rather regrettably. But I have heard a lot about him and his famous play 'A doll's house'. Last year, I had the privilege of watching the Persian adaptation of Ibsen's masterpiece 'The lady from the sea' during Kathmandu Int'l Theater festival. Nostalgia of that brilliant performance directed by Hodjat Tabatabei still lingers and I was attentive not to miss new performance at Mandala titled 'Ibsen lab'. 

In its short but eventful history, Mandala has given some nostalgic moments to many theater lovers like me. After Degree Maila, Sunkeshari was the second play that I watched for second time there.

To be honest, I was rather apprehensive while entering the theater: could the Nepali theater artists, particularly director Rajan Khatiwada, do justice to Ibsen's legacy? In either case, can they match the theatrical brilliance of the Iranian team that transported the packed audience to some Iranian port city through the adaptation of one of the Ibsen's plays? A hangover from disappointing solo performance of Sunil Pokharel at Theater Village last Saturday was also still there. Indeed every new experiment in any realm of art has the potential to disappoint the usual audience; the wavelengths may not match the way they do with conventional art works.


But this time around, Khatiwada and his team have done something commendable. By all means, it was a tough job to pluck out scenes from different Ibsen plays and then to fuse them into a loose narrative. If I were to direct that, a fragmented and incoherent performance would follow. But beside bringing flow and coherence, they have moved a step ahead: amalgamating the theater world with real world. That is probably the best part of the performance.

For one thing, none of the Ibsen plays avoids tangling itself deep into ambivalence, predicament and despair of its characters. They are a brilliant interplay of human emotions and Ibsen ruthlessly pursues the psyche of a character until a keen reader/viewer thinks he/she reaches the bottom of it. For this very reason, performing Ibsen's play is no mean job: the character needs to be as lost in the narrative as the director.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Theater builds alternative narrative in Kathmandu


(First published by Foreign Policy Journal on Dec 11, 2012 as 'Theater's Moment of Glory in Kathmandu')


Whatever they may pretend or advertise, the modern cities around the world have one common predicament: they are just overcrowded. While some have managed the phenomenal rush of people from the countryside to the cities relatively well, many others have miserably failed. Particularly in the developing countries, the urban life could well look like an ordeal when compared with that in the advanced countries where it is more orderly and manageable. The main reason for this is that while the people are forced out of their rural habitats in a massive scale by economic factors, cities are woefully ill-equipped and unprepared to accommodate all of them. And hence, while a degree of disorder tends to remain there even in the lives of people who do reasonably well in the cities, a degree of alienation nearly always characterizes the lives of those who struggle to make their way up the prosperity ladder.

theaterWell, this assessment applies perfectly to Kathmandu, the capital of Nepal. While many entrants from outside the valley are likely to feel alien and inferior in face of the urban extravaganza in the capital, foreigners traveling to Kathmandu for the first time are more likely to be struck by the mismanagement visible everywhere earlier than be awed by the natural beauty and cultural heritage of the valley and the country. When this is seen in the context of a decade long armed conflict that only ended years back and the failed attempt to promulgate new constitution over the period of more than four years since, an ominous overall picture of Nepal as a state materializes.

That is, however, only one side of the coin. Amid the chaos at the political stage in Nepal and the striking degree of disorder and anarchy that flares in the streets of Kathmandu every few months or years amid the lingering transition period, some fields of arts and culture have made enormous strides. Significant numbers of people, fed up of the endless wrangling among the politicians and the ominous difficulties that have to be faced in everyday life, have sought solace in theaters where they seek a wide variety of themes ranging from the reflections of their own lives to the rediscovery of history to a window to culture of the other people. And frequently the scope of the theater has been stretched to raise voice about the most burning political and social issues of the particular moment in history.

And unlike the movie industry, where concerns of the investors and the commercial viability of the product have to be considered before delving into the narrative or the message of the story, there exists a relative freedom in making and performing small scale plays in theaters, nearly always enabling them to raise the voice for the oppressed or the dispossessed. Theater can thus perform several functions at once: entertaining and informing people, helping them understand cultures of other people inside and outside the country, and most importantly, raising the voice of the voiceless and helping the ordinary people to cope with the stress of daily life by providing a pleasurable distraction from the ordeals.

And on some special occasions, this accomplishment of theater becomes extraordinary. One such instance is the recently concluded Kathmandu International Theater Festival. In the climax of the festival, from December 4 to 6, three outstanding plays from abroad were performed, each with its own theme. On nostalgia was the Persian adaptation of the legendary play ‘The lady from the sea’ written originally in Norwegian by Henrik Ibsen. Rewritten by Raoof Dashti and named ‘Off for some days’, this play was performed by Iranian artists in Kathmandu, transcending many geographical boundaries and cultures.

There could be many interpretations of the play and the message underlying it. But one thing is for sure: it (to be precise, the Persian adaptation) tries to explore an extremely common dilemma in the lives of ordinary people. And that dilemma is at the heart of melancholy of a large number of people who aspire to be something in life and end up becoming something else. Because of various events in various circumstances, they just end up leading a life devoid of satisfaction and full of apathy, regret and constant yearning for something that is hard to achieve or materialize. The mental illness of the main character in the play comes to symbolize the ill effects of this torn nature of lives of people; and of course the number of frankly mentally ill people only forms the tip of an iceberg made by the large number of people who fail to cross the socially accepted threshold of illness.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

नेपाली रंगकर्मः स्वर्ण युगतिर?

तेस्रो काठमाडौं अन्तर्राष्ट्रिय नाटक महोत्सवका नेपाली नाटकहरु हेरेपछिको मेरो अनुभव 

सुन्दरताका नमुना मानिने तमाम भौतिक वस्तुहरुको एउटा कमजोरी छ । ती हुर्कन्छन्, फक्रिन्छन्, आफ्नो सुन्दरता र सुगन्ध फैलाउँछन् अनि अन्ततः वैलिएर झर्छन् । त्यसैले तिनको सुन्दरता क्षणभंगुर हुन्छ । फुलदेखि मानव शरीरसम्म वसन्तको हरियालीदेखि हिउँले सजिएका हिमालसम्म सबैले आफ्नो जीवनमा आरोह र अवरोहका अनेक चक्र बेहोर्छन् । जीवनको यो कुइनेटो न्यानो र घमाइलो हुन्छ भने अर्को कुइनेटो ओसिलो र अन्धकार हुन्छ । अर्को घुम्ती पुग्दा यो घुम्तीका साथीले विर्सिसक्छन् भने पुराना वैरीको ठाउँ पनि नयाँ वैरीले लिइसक्छन् ।

यो चक्रका बीचमै पनि समयसँग नखुइलिने केही वस्तुहरु छन् जसको सुन्दरता एकपछि अर्को पुस्ताले भोग्दै जान पाउँछ, तैपनि ती न खुइलिन्छन्, न त पातलिन्छन् नै । तिनको अर्को विशेषता के हो भने खास किसिमको त्यो सुन्दरताको अनुभुति जो कोहीले गर्न सक्दैन, जसले त्यो सुन्दरता चिन्छ, उसले मात्र त्यसको रसास्वादन गर्ने मौका पाउँछ ।

त्यस्ता विशेष सुन्दर वस्तुहरु हुन्ः कला र साहित्य । मानव जातिको उत्पत्ति यता इतिहासमा चिनिनका लागि एक किसिमका मानिसहरुले शक्तिका भरमा ठूला ठूला राज्यहरु खडा गरेर धेरै भन्दा धेरै मानिसमाथि शासन गरेका छन् भने अर्का थरी मानिसले आफ्नै बलबुताले, आफ्नै श्रम र पसिनाले केही सिर्जनाहरु गरेर गएका छन् जसले मानिसमा सत्ता र शक्तिले झैं त्रास र भयको सिर्जना नगरीकनै आफ्नो नाम र प्रभाव छाडेर जान सकेका छन् । ती सिर्जनाहरुले युगौंदेखि मानव जातिका लागि सौन्दर्यको एक अटुट श्रोतको काम गर्दै आएका छन् ।

हो ठिक त्यही सौन्दर्य खोजिरहेछु म यो काठमाडौंमा । साँगुरा गल्ली, थामिनसक्नु मानिसको चाप, धुवाँ र धुलोको कुहिरीमण्डल, सत्तादेखि सडकसम्म व्याप्त पाखण्ड र धोखाधडी, यस्तै यस्तै कुराले चिन्छन् काठमाडौंलाई मानिसहरु । यो खाल्टोले निर्ममतासाथ तिरस्कार गरेपछि गर्नु निन्दा गर्छन् मानिसहरुले यसको । त्यति हुँदा हुँदै पनि वर्षेनी लाखौं मानिसहरुलाई आफ्नो अँगालोमा आउन बाध्य पार्छ काठमाडौंले । यहाँ कति त सत्तामा व्याप्त केन्द्रीकरणका कारण घिसारिएर आउनेहरु छन् भने कति अरुचाहिं यसको सुन्दरताबाट लठ्ठिएर आउँछन् । तर दुर्भाग्य के छ भने चाहेर पनि यस खाल्टोको सुन्दरता पान गर्न पाउँदैनन् सबै मानिसहरु ।

हो म कुरा गर्दैछु सिर्जनाको एउटा केन्द्रका रुपमा काठमाडौं खाल्डोको । र सुन्दर कला वा साहित्यको सिर्जना गर्न नसके पनि तिनको सौन्दर्यको अनुभुति गर्ने दौडमा लागिरहेका छन् मजस्ता कैयौं मानिसहरु । नाटकघर देखि चलचित्र घरसम्म, आर्ट ग्यालरीदेखि पुस्तक प्रदर्शनीसम्म यो खाल्डोभित्र रहेर नेपालभित्र र बाहिरका सिर्जनाहरुको सौन्दर्य अनुभुत गर्न आतुर मानिसहरुको भीडै लागेको छ काठमाडौंमा । सुचना प्रविधिमा आएको चमत्कारका कारण सानो गाउँमा बदलिएको विश्वमा एक कुनाको सिर्जना सजिलै अर्को कुनामा पुग्ने गरेको छ । र मानिसले स्वादले कुरा गर्दे छन्ः कसको सिर्जनाको ओज कति? कलात्मकता र सुन्दरता कति र त्यसको प्रभाव कति? यो परिस्थितिमा पक्कै पनि हाम्रा सिर्जनाहरुले विश्वका सबै सिर्जनाहरुसँग प्रतिस्पर्धा गर्ने पर्ने स्थिति उत्पन्न भइसकेको छ ।

यही परिप्रेक्ष्यमा नेपाली नाटकको चर्चा गर्न मन लागेको हो मलाई । उहिले लयमा लेखिएका बालकृष्ण समका क्लिष्ट नाटकमा के बुझ्नुपर्ने हो भनेर कन्सिरी कन्याउँदै सोच्नुपरेको तथा विजय मल्लका सरल र बोधगम्य तथा मानवीय संवेदनाले भरिएका र धुरुक्क रुवाउनसम्म सक्ने नाटकहरु पढेपछि विधाका रुपमा नाटकको परिचय पाएको सम्झना आलै छ । तर यो खाल्टोमा प्रवेश पाउन संघर्षरत लाखौं मानिसहरुझैं मैले पनि यहाँ छिर्न झण्डै एक दशक संघर्ष गर्नुपर्यो । म यहाँ छिर्दा नेपालमा नाटकलाई आम रुपमा पढिने विधाबाट हेरिने विधामा पुर्याउने अभियानमा लागेका थुप्रै स्रष्टाहरुमध्ये गुरुकुल थिएटरको अभियान साँगुरो गोरेटोबाट सुरु भएर फराकिलो शहर बाटोसम्म पुगेको थियो र मानिसहरुको मुस्लो नाटक हेर्न जाने चलन बसिसकेको थियो । पहिलोपटक गुरुकुलमा सेतो कपाल हेरेदेखि नै नाटकले एउटा अलग्गै छाप छाडेको हो ममा ।

Friday, August 3, 2012

बाँकी पृष्ठः मानवीय संवेदनाको उत्कृष्ट चित्रण




 नाटकमा तपाइँ के खोज्नुहुन्छ?  

अन्तिम सहारा ससुराको मृत्युपछि भाव विह्वल बुहारी


यदि मानवीय संवेदनाको मिहिन चित्रण खोज्नुहुन्छ र समाजको कुनै क्षणको ऐना हेर्न चाहनुहुन्छ भने सर्वनामको नाटक बाँकीपृष्ठ त्यसको एउटा उत्कृष्ट नमुना हो । दशकौं नाट्य क्षेत्रमा खर्चेका लेखक तथा निर्देशक अशेष मल्लको सिर्जनशील सुन्दरता यस नाटकमा उत्कर्षमा पुग्छ ।

नाटक द्धन्द्धकालको नेपालको ऐना त हो नै र नाटक हेरेर आँशु नझारीरहने मानिस पाउन असम्भव प्राय छ तर त्यो मात्र नाटकको सबल पक्ष हैन । हरेक कलाकारको भुमिका पनि यति निखारिएको छ कि बेला बेला दर्शकले बिर्सिहाल्छन् कि यो नाटक मात्र हो, वास्तविक जीवन हैन । खास गरी मुख्य भुमिकामा रहने महिला पात्रको भुमिका त अति नै सशक्त र जीवन्त छ ।  

बाटोमा अलपत्र बिरामी परेकी बालिकालाई उपचार गर्दे झाँक्री


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