Rama Moondra

  I should have written something else today. I wanted to talk about system failures of India or our Indian ness actually. But today’s blog is dedicated to my Boss who has to see this play from my lenses.

Me, Kash and Cruise

Rahul DaCunha’s play is about the journey of a city through the lives of these three people who inhabit it- Puja Thomas, Rajesh Kashyap and Pervez Bin Khan.

 Spanning a period of over twenty years, the play is interwoven with pains of living together of two different religions, loving, moving on and unites with changing face of relations and Mumbai. Blasts, love hatred and friendship, Traffic and ganapati, riots and soul searching…

The four actors on stage- Yamini Namjoshi (Puja), Amit Mistry(Cruise), Neil Bhoopalan (Kash) and Rajit Kapoor  tell their tale in ‘Me, Kash & Cruise’ is intimidating, endearing and definitely moving.

. The script itself is strong. So much in-your-face hinglish dialogues,The humor is what can be called ‘just right’- not too slapstick, not too intelligent. . Crassness’ of a pimp and refinement of a Doctor. All of them have their place suitably designed.

 One of the remarkable aspects of ‘Me, Kash & Cruise’ is it’s take on religion. The three main characters belong to different religions. Projected perfect,its a must see play.

The mood is sombre’ and alone. I wore my rain jacket before leaving for a walk on the lake side. Hobart is quite and beautiful. Especially after yesterday’s Salamanca market getting over, where local vendors gather to sell their goodies. Hobart has been my city of dreams for quite sometime. Tranquility is such that you can hear even the grass grow.

Lake is freezing these days. Official declaration of summer yet to begin making its footprints on the enigmatic lake though I see lake in its full bloom. No one No where…looks like I am transported to a different world. The crystal clear water reflects my face. I touch and it breaks into ripples. The idea of snow had always excited me but in England the word had lost a bit of its romantic charm.
Australia somehow rekindles that charm for me. Right now, when the snow laden rain has just stopped, the rabbits have come out to play. What I saw, I saw very clearly but I did not know what I was looking at. I had nothing to fit into.

The aroma of freshly roasted chestnuts is somewhere nearby. Australia has good coffee and great beers. As they say here, Beer and Bullshit can be found anywhere.

I can see the convict’s bridge from here .It was built by convicts of British colonial time. History of every country is so bloody that it may leave humans never to be human again. Somehow the bridge and prison leaves a chill down my spine.

The late summer glow filled afternoon light has started fading away. Time to walk back..