I attended a ‘literary garage sale’ at the Prithvi Café, this weekend. T’was organised by my friend Altaf who seems to live a rather charmed life, when it comes to his career, extra-curricular activities and social circle.
He has an impassioned group of friends who express their creativity through a club called Writers Game. These guys have regular jobs, but are artists, photographers, poets and writers at heart. Their little display at Prithvi included messages (poetry and prose) in a bottle, photograph series of feet (by Altaf), art work, et al.
One chap (described to me by someone, as ‘intense’) stood tall on a chair and recited poetry on risqué subjects such as underwear, sex etc. I missed his recital.
Post the exhibit, we watched a play and I eventually landed up at the after-play crew party. The camaraderie of the crew reminded me of my theatre days in Goa with a local theatre outfit called Mustard Seeds. It was the goof-ups during the play that made us laugh the most. I once exited the stage and almost forgot to get back on. My co-actors borderline-panicked, of course, without letting the audience realise it. I became the butt of many jokes after this.
However, my performance as a 70-year old farmer woman who was trying to protect her land from the forces of capitalism in A Harvest Of Gold, was well received and I got a mention in the local newspaper.
The script had one of the actors describe me as ‘old woman with pendulous breasts’. My co-actor’s father popped into the green room to congratulate me. A witty fellow , he tends to be intoxicated most of the time, and asked me,” So, you are the old lady with pendulous breasts!”
I blushed a rich crimson.
On a different note, someone asked me yesterday: Are you wearing lenses or are those eyes really your own? I blushed a rich crimson once again. How’s that for an original pick-up line? 
I thought Indians were more gallant than that!
thanks for posting about the writer’s game .. i really wished i could be there .. so i am enjoying reading about it through other’s eyes