There has been a spate of two plays in a week. The first one i saw was my first trip to distant prithvi last Sunday, where makarand deshpande and his ansh held centrestage for ‘the joke’. It was aboout one man’s belief in god, fairies and the other’s lack of it. Jokes (& performances) apart it was like driving a tent peg into rock with a two inch hammer.
Strictly speaking, the second one was not a play. It was a collection of monologues. Many monologues. The vagina monologues; Mahabanoo Mody Kotwal’s adaptation of Eve Ensler’s phenomenon. The performances by all the five leading ladies were great but somehow the music was a complete hotch potch and the monologues, one two many. The perfect female equivalent of five debaucherers sharing their worldly wise stories, facts,figures,some hard truths, a lot of laughs and a lot of vagina. Frankly, at the end of one and a half hours, it was an OD of vagina.