
Present perfect
Minute-by-minute news coverage of Times Square and its surging crowds and fear of terrorist attacks ensured that I was not going to be a part of the madness. I chugged over to the warm fireside of my friend Roy Sinai8217;s well-appointed home in the West Village where a group of eight close friends gathered and roasted marshmallows, popping a bottle of the bubbly as the long hand kissed the short hand. Looking around the room I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be. In the company of friends, secure. You can plan for the future all you like but the present has a pleasure that escapes foretelling.
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Sign o8217; times
Making their mark in the Big Apple through the respected pages of the venerable New York Times last weekend were none other than Bombay8217;s beloved and my only heterosexual crush! Sanjna Kapoor and her cohorts in her pioneering venture The Prithvi Theatre Festival. In a huge spread over two pages, replete with photographs, the Times waxed eloquent on this year8217;s festival and its uniqueplace in presenting contemporary Indian plays and works in progress. Reading the piece I couldn8217;t help but get a lump in my throat as I recalled my school days when Sanjna, a classmate, would host school trips to then still-under-construction Prithvi Theatre and her wonderful and inspiring mother Jennifer would make us play improvisational games. In their shack near the theatre complex a huge photograph of Prithviraj Kapoor as Sikandar in Sorab Modi8217;s epic of the same name hung on one wall, providing a benign majesty to our amateur theatrics. In the same issue of the Times there was another piece written by the stupendously talented actor extraordinaire John Malkovich in which he praised Santosh Sivan8217;s The Terrorist as one of the most refreshing films he8217;s ever had the pleasure to witness. So moved was he by the film and the performance of our very own Ayesha Dharkar that he has lent his formidable name to promote the film in the US. His patronage and all that it means will mean good thingsfor the film come awards time which in turn should help the film in monetary terms. All this being good news to committed filmmakers in South Asia and other minority cinemas who want their work to be appreciated by new audiences world wide. No longer is the gap between India and the mythical west a bridge too far. Each day one more small Bombay duck transforms into a big shark, swimming through the seven seas which themselves are becoming seven streams thanks to economic globalisation and new media.
Riyad Wadia, avant garde film-maker, is at home in New York.