Mehboob Studios was the venue, like the last few years. Look
up and you see lights and scaffolds.
Surging crowds. Signages, collages, installations. Much
style.
You register every day and wear a colored band on your
wrist. They said 20K people visited.
Hmm.
The theme was freedom of speech. Sceptical about festivals
making a ground level difference but still heard the lecture and brought the
Sahmat book (featuring writing by all 3
of the writers who were gunned), bought the poster. Phir?
Expensive food. After the first day I carried a dabba and
limited myself to one great treat per day. Superb freshly baked cookies for
80/- per. Mehboob canteen helped with
the frequent tea pangs.
Milling crowds. PYTs in v little, guys in grungy T’s and afros
Highlight—speaking to Vikram Seth. THE Mr Seth. (I’d saved
that SPAN interview for years). What a setting. Lights on the trees, golden
bird cages bobbing. The National Symphony performed pieces from An Equal Music.
Speeches by Justice Leila Seth and Bachi Karkaria. Apparently there was a spat
of some sort with both the Litfest and the Tata literature do wanting to honor
the man. I waited until all the young uns had their Suitable Boy tomes
autographed. I thanked him for Golden Gate and Humble Administrator’s Garden.
And he thanked me in turn, saying no one remembers these anymore.
housefull audience for Vidhu Vinod Chopra Abhijaat Joshi |
Serendipity is good. At the tail end of a session on Darjeeling
tea and how it should be served and sipped (I grinned thinking of my killer
brew), tea was gifted…wow. Not bad, considering I was there to get a good seat
for the next event, a discussion between Twinkle Khanna and Moni Mohsin. MM is
classy, witty, a great mimic.Poise! Said
she’d been writing longer than TK had been alive. TK seemed repetitive. Claws.
Avoided hearing Devdutt Pattanayak speak, it was too soon
after hearing Kannan Sundaram, the Perumal Murugan publisher speak. Also heard from an acquaintance DP’s ideas about fame
and earned fame. A put off.
Serendipity 2- hearing Shrabani Basu, Raghu Karnad and Nisid
Hajri speak about their chance encounters with wonderful material in dusty
archives. Shrabani Basu has written Victoria and Abdul, an account of the Urdu
teacher to the Empress. She spoke about working in the British library, in the
Windsor archives, and hearing about Abdul’s diary which still is with his
extended family in Karachi… she travelled to read it, got each page photocopied
and translated… Raghu Karnad’s book is about Indian soldiers in WWI.. begins
with how the war reached Kochi with a sudden increase in the price of eggs.
Nisid Hajri’s book about the partition begins in 1946, and he read out how
Panditji’s car enroute Wardha happened to hit a child on an empty, dusty road,
the child did not survive but that image, fleck of blood on a white kurta have
stayed with me.
Hearing Kiran Nagarkar’s stories being read out despite my basic Marathi. Hearing Kiran Nagarkar read from Ravan and
Eddie, intonation pitch perfect. His clear thought about freedom of speech, and
the cost of the 11 years he spent exiled from words
Hearing Anjum Hassan read from her book, The Cosmopolitans. Crisp, elegant writing. The protagonist too real life for
comfort.
Naseeruddin Shah and Ratna Pathak read from The Scenes we
made. I heard the para about the grand Bhulabhai Desai institute where art
flourished in all its forms and a Parsi
gent ran the place with an eagle eye.
Also heard: Jitesh Pillai in conversation with Kabir Khan
and Meghna Gulzar; Harvard Prof Michael
Sandel about ethics and morality, Tony Buzan teach a housefull audience how to
build mind maps.
Rich.