Well, for one I was expecting a feminist play what with the name, “All about Women”. But it wasn’t. And yet, it was a delightfully entertaining production on the befuddling female psyche – some crying, some anger, sparkling wit and a lot of laughter. Directed by Hidaayat Sami, it charts the lives of various women and goes through their life stages – little girls playing with their Barbies, young women in conflict with their emotions, mothers coming to terms with memories and warring children, ambitious women clawing their way up the ladder (or should I say pants in this case), old women rediscovering their youth (the absolute best!). Watch this play, it's really good.Talking of feminism, I recall a quote by Rebecca West, “I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a door mat or a prostitute.” Feminism does not claim that females are superior, which would be the exact opposite of what male chauvinism purports; it only stipulates that women be allowed to shape their own lives as freely as men. It scares my male friends who ask me to tone it down little. Why upset an existing social order which has been working fine till now (atleast for them).
Look what we spotted hastily painted at Penne at Juhu, ‘As an afterthought to please the SS’ I did not like the food that much though; a little too Italian for my taste. The place has great ambience though.Some things will change in my life soon. Blogging till then will be sporadic and half hearted unfortunately.
