Saturday 6 June 2009

Another post.

Oh my goodness it's six o'clock already! Which means in only an hour I'm to be at the Assembly Rooms to meet friends to see Microcomedy (FREE!) and I still haven't managed to make myself a sandwich ('lunch'). Sitting on my bed, hungry. Was going to spend a few hours reading Midnight's Children. Will do that, actually. Tea, sandwich, Midnight's Kids. Right.

Tuesday 2 June 2009

Blogs blogs blogs. People write them and they have lovely flashy features and mine is still kind of unformed. And incoherent.
I'm reading Midnight's Children for the first time properly and am loving it. I always find it quite strange that Westerners have taken it to their heart so much because it is just so Indian; every thought is so Indian. 'I have probably said enough, too, about my interest in creating a literary idiolect that allowed the rhythms and thought patterns of Indian languages to blend with the idiosyncracies of 'Hinglish' and 'Bambaiyya', the polyglot street-slang of Bombay.'

My little multicoloured attic room is looking slightly more pleasing now that I've cleared more of the floor. The blind (is that what it's called?) is down on the window keeping the room relatively cool, and I like this, it feels summery and elegant, because I'm thinking of havelis and tents and cool things like that. Joe next door hasn't yet caught on. Summer equals sunshine and he sits with his shirt off sweating and surprised by the heat.

Empty unplanned spaces scare me, but they shouldn't. I'm just worried I might end up doing nothing for a summer. That is a legitimate and awful worry. And when I have no plans my parents can jump in and push and prod me in numerous directions, usually boring and THAT's horrible. BUT now a couple of months will be spent in Rajasthan doing fieldwork for my dissertation, to do with the forms that performing arts take in Hadoti, which is the region I live in. How cool! I'll be recording songs that may never have been recorded before. The awesome thing is that the Rajasthani government has just adopted a Vikas aur Viraasat (Development and Heritage) programme about 'strengthening culture in the villages' and what I'm doing could actually help with that - I feel so *current*! Hadoti arts are far less studied than stuff out in western Rajasthan, which is a desert and so much more exotic. But Hadoti's beautiful too.

I need to reply to Glori's Fbook message ('gay theatre???')Haha :)
I did a (truly awesome) play at a festival in Dublin just before exams and that was an amazing and unusual experience in many respects. I won't talk about that much now but we had bowler hats, lots and lots of props in a red suitcase, red umbrellas, now this just becomes a list; the Grafton hotel, green shamrock crocodile socks, Front Lounge, 'I'm not wondergirl, not wonderwoman', EUROVISION!, revision on beautiful sofas, the Outhouse Theatre, huge free pots of tea, lovely lovely people, Gala performance, extracts from brilliant plays, goody bags!!, sausage stotties, rain, a play featuring two naked women shuffling around and making weird weird mechanical noises which we went along to (it was the only play at our theatre between our two performances) like naughty children and SOMEONE decided we should all move to the front row and I tell you, I thought I was going to die from trying to restrain so much laughter. Or laugh out loud which would have been really really rude and inappropriate.

Breathe. AHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Honestly. I would act it out to you if I could. They had completely blank faces and were wearing nothing but shoes - one walking boots and one flip-flops and - wait, Callum and Ben will try to describe it to you.

http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=649547145763&ref=nf

I hope that works.

Anjali xx