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SR Turns A New Leaf-Part II
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“Ohh….. That’s great!” said Turner. Then he continued looking at Devkar: “Sir… Sorry to come knocking at your door without any appointment but you must have heard about our prestigious channel and the different shows it presents.”
“No” came a simple reply.
“Pardon” said Turner a little embarrassed.
“I am sorry Mr. Turner. None of us watch any of the present day news channels. We stopped watching those so called news channels when they started serving sensationalism instead of news. How can someone sell someone’s pain, misery and anger is something far beyond our comprehension. And being content-driven theatre people we could never identify with the ever–stretching soap opera culture of different entertainment channels, presenting some of the most regressive content in the name of Indian traditions and women empowerment. So we are devout Doordarshan viewers since then..… Old-fashioned boring people you may say who do not fight over very serious issues like whose turn it is to fiddle with the remote to watch his/her favourite programme.” He said with a deep laughter mixed with sweet tinkly laughters of the three females.
SR imagined Turner shifting uncomfortably in his seat. He himself felt as if someone had given him a tight slap across his cheek.
“Aa…aa… that’s a novel thought I must say. Aa.... aa” Turner was faltering for words now.
“Ohh please accept my apologies. I didn’t want to insult anybody. It’s just that the ideologies of these channels are entirely different from ours. You can go ahead with your interview. If it can make even one percent difference, I shall be happy to do it.” Devkar said kindly.
Turner started…. uncomfort clearly audible in his voice: “So tell us something about yourself.”
“There is not much to me if you would ask. I was an only son born and brought up in a Maharashtrian middle class family to parents who were into theatre and performing arts. So you see it is in my blood. Theatre has always been a part of my life… in fact it has been a third parent to me. After completing my degree in dramatics I joined the Rangratna theatre, that my parents were part of… they were actually one of the founding members of the theatre. But sadly within a year of my joining the theatre I lost my parents in an accident. Rangratna was a name to reckon with in those times. I completely immersed myself in bettering its reputation more and more to dull the pain caused by my parents’ sudden demise. The more I worked, the more I felt closer to them. By the time I had spent five years in the theatre, it was the top most theatre company in India. All of us working here shared the same love and passion.”
“So how did you meet your wife who also shares your love for theatre? Was it an arranged marriage?” Turner asked giving no hint about the importance of this question.
“Oh yes it was an arranged marriage. The stars arranged us to meet… fall in love and marry.” He looked towards Dhaara and they shared a warm smile. The girls smiled along with them.
“I don’t understand you” said Turner.
“Ha ha! It’s not that complicated. Dhaara, after completing her graduation joined our group. She was the most enthusiastic young member I had seen in years. Yes, people joining our group were always the exceptional ones. We were the best in those times. But Dhaara… she was different. We theatre people become vain and sometimes egotistical as time passes. Some of us even become bitter. But she brought with herself that goodness and purity of heart that we were yearning for. She was extremely passionate about theatre and it was her first love but she was equally passionate about the social impact that theatre and theatre people have or can create. Everybody loved her. She had that innate quality that made people comfortable in her company the way they said they felt in mine. Gradually I noticed we were replica of each other’s souls and inner selves and maybe Dhaara also started realising this. It was not an instant ‘click’. It was steady and really slow.
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