Morphing
a metaphor
October 24, 2006 The Capital
saw their finished production on 3rd September at the India Habitat Centre
as part of the prestigious HCL series. Performed on the very next day after
Dusshera, the show had an added poignancy: in terms of evil being vanquished
- by the sheer will-force of mass burning of devil's embodiment in Ravana
and his siblings – for, the starkly ugly face of HIV and AIDS would not
simply disappear by a collective willpower of the mankind yet. Quite to
the contrary, the subcontinent that we live in is well on its way to be
the tinderbox of the dreaded disease and assumes alarming proportions with
every passing year that may soon dwarf its mother country Africa. Whether
the ailment came from the chimpanzees of that Dark Continent or not, can
be argued endlessly as a conjecture by the medicos; but there is no gainsaying
the fact that the lonesome truck-drivers, hailing from the hills and plying
their transport on the rugged miles on the plains, pick up the virus from
their nightly companionships and take it back to their loved ones in the
unsuspecting villages, spiralling a growth that has already gone quite
beyond control.
It was just as well that Sapphire's performance of Positive Lives did not make the monstrosity too obvious, but used it as a veiled metaphor. In the opening sequence, the director is the protagonist, picking up the contagion and hiding his ugly face from the civilised world. The strangers – Paramita and Divyendu, both ace dancers – dread their contacts. The earthy pitchers that carry the life-giving sap are emptied into the large container, but nature hits back and the vessel goes dry. The despondence grows. In the middle scene, there is desperation to 'connect' and the symbolic pillars provide yet another metaphor for the extended barriers of isolation that must be crossed and the hurdles that need to be overcome. In a striking sequence, Paramita gets coiled and re-coiled on a long red cloth-strip and is nearly strangled from a malady that can strangulate in its serpent-like, deadly embrace. The breaking of the barrier is like crossing the Rubicon and hope returns. The last sequence is essentially a re-play of hope. The stamping of the mother earth emanates confidence and the pitchers, re-filled again with water, provide a glow of new desire that everything is perhaps not lost and there may be a faint glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel of despair. It was a thoughtful
idea to have a Q & A interregnum after the show when the artistes could
elaborate how they had morphed their metaphor. So it came out that the
red cloth was as much an image of fertility that specifically attacks womenfolk
(a Kumaon-hill reality!) and the simile was a close interplay with nature,
especially earth and water. It was also just as well that the viewers could
get their curiosity satiated on a germane issue, which the urban (and urbane)
society has taught them to hide under the unseeing carpet!
Utpal K Banerjee is an Arts critic and scholar associated with the Pioneer. |