#PyarActually – a Theatre #Review #MondayBlogs

A few weeks ago, on a night out with my girl gang, the Tootie Frooties, we discovered that there was a new play about to be performed at our local theatre.

It was an Anglo Indian production, small, with two actors, one of whom who had written the play.

Pyar Actually.

This means Love, Actually.

Reading a basic synopsis of the story, I readily said Yes!

Polly has a reliable husband, two bright children, a well-paid job at the council and detached house with a double garage. She’s got it all. She may not be living the life she dreamed of back when she was a teenager, but who does?

Bali is a successful businessman. Loving his jet set lifestyle he swore he’d never return to the small town he grew up in. So why is he back? Is it too late for second chances? And is love, actually, all you need?

Then I slowly realised that this was actually written by someone I already followed on Instagram, Sukh Ojla or @forsukhssake. She is a brilliant stand-up comedienne too, and has featured in TV programmes and is even in the recent cinema release, Victoria and Albert!

And best of all, she is a local girl, with roots in the town I was married into!

I was excited.

We were watching the last show of the run here in the local theatre before they went off to various other towns and cities in the UK. Several other friends of mine had been to see it already and were raving about it.

 

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Obligatory shot with the Poster!

As it was a small production by Rifco, “an award-winning British Asian Theatre Company that develops and creates vibrant, accessible and high-quality theatre which reflects and celebrates the contemporary British Asian experience”, it was in the smaller theatre studio, and there was unreserved seating.

With this in mind, we arranged to meet early so we could get good seats.

I was there ten minutes earlier than planned because that’s just me. Slowly the group assembled…

 

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Part of the Tootie Frooties!

 

 

 

Before long most of us were there and the queues started to form to get in. We were in there, but without one key member… the one with the tickets!

With moments to spare she arrived, but the front was all filled up. Still, we grabbed cushioned seats at the side and had a great view!

 

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Present and correct!

The set was simple, and something that was easily manoeuvrable by the two actors, to create the atmosphere required.

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And what of the play?

I really enjoyed it! It was a humorous look at the life of a married British Asian woman, and what happens when she gets contacted by her ex-boyfriend.

We laughed at the typical Indian jokes, “Innit!” and cringed at the depictions of clandestine meetings with boyfriends past, not because they were badly portrayed, but more because we were able to relate to them!

The use of simple Punjabi phrases littered within the dialogue created an authenticity within the portrayal of the life of a woman who was essentially every one of us women in the audience, to an extent.

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The ex-boyfriend was excellently played by Simon Rivers, a successful businessman whose life is unravelling due to alcoholism, and the loss of his mother. Reaching out to someone who meant something in his past, initially to absolve himself of guilt, cascades into a waterfall of emotions.

Polly, the lead character, played by Sukh Ojla, was someone we all knew. A married 40-something woman with two kids and a nice house, who was content with life, but not really happy.  Deciding to meet this blast from the past could go one of two ways… which way did it go?

Sukh also doubled up as Auntiji, the typical Indian Auntie/friend of mother, who somehow knows everything that is going on, and even plays Call of Duty!

A little set of twists at the end, made for a thoroughly enjoyable story. I’m not about to give the story up to you guys! You need to go watch it yourself!

And at the end of the performance, we hung around for a group photo with the main girl. and I had my own fangirl moment of selfie-dom with her!

 

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Me and Sukh!

A fun afternoon for all of us who went!

 

 

 

Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 137

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“If you see something beautiful in someone, speak it.” – Ruthie Lindsey

 

Thank you, Spidey!

This seems to be an apt quote, after my Friday post on receiving compliments – found here.

If you see something that you admire in a person, a quality that makes them stand out, you should let them know (and I don’t mean in a crazy stalker-ish way, because you fancy them!)

It might be a smile that lights up the world around them, or a way with words. Maybe it’s the way they care for others, or how they are able to create masterpieces from little nuggets of nothing.

Tell them.

They may not know how to take it, but a compliment is something that is often looked back upon, and cherished.

Have a great Sunday Peeps!

 

#SoCS September 30-17 – do/dew/due #SundayBlogShare #teacherappreciation

Linda’s #SoCS prompt this week, hosted by Dan Anton of No Facilities blog!

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “do/dew/due”. Use one, use two or use all three. If you start and end with two of them, you get bonus points. If you use all three AND start and end with two of them, you get Linda’s bonus points plus, I’ll match hers – from me to you. And, lest we all forget – Enjoy!

 

Do you ever really thank the teachers of your children?

Are you really fully aware of what an educator, especially nowadays, has to do, over and above the basics of teaching a child to read and write?

I am writing this, (not so) fresh after an absolutely crazy week, filled with crowd control, rather than interaction, being bitten, listening to children use in inappropriate hand gestures and language, trying to teach them how to listen, use manners (please and thank you – forgotten words!), coping with children who have absolutely no respect for their elders, instead, laughing in your face when you are trying to explain to them that they are doing something wrong, and trying to give children who have NO CLUE about English a few words to help them settle in. And these children are all three!

Surely, before you send your child off to a place of learning, you would want to ensure that, unless there are special needs, your child has the basic etiquette of knowing how to listen for a short while at least, a few simple manners, and some understanding of sharing?

Like a plant needs the morning dew to quench it’s thirst from the night, in order to grow stronger, children need a stable foundation of good social behaviour before going to nursery or school.

An I wrong in thinking that that is something that is meant to be given to them at home, so they are able to learn as they come to us?

Instead, we spend the lion’s share of the time, trying to teach socially acceptable behaviour, and anything academic gets chucked out of the window. Then as the year comes to an end, we are questioned as to why children aren’t already writing their names/able to count to 10/trying to read words… Well, sorry, but if the majority of man power we have is being used to stop tantrums and fisticuffs, getting down to the nitty-gritty of ‘teaching’ is a tad hard!

And I truly feel for the children whose parents have instilled good ethics into them.  Those who can’t be given the attention they truly deserve, because we have to try and give the others the skills they haven’t acquired at home!

We do try to. Of course we do. If I had a majority of children with at least these basics, then I could really do what I want, which is to give them a solid foundation to their educational career. Instead it is a minority, I’m afraid.

And then, this continues to be a problem if we are trying to teach children values at school, and they are not reinforced at home.

Sometimes it feels like we are fighting a losing battle.

So, I ask again, have you recently thanked your child’s teacher?

If you haven’t I think you need to go and give them their due!

 

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I think I deserve Bonus points and MORE this week!!!! Phew!

 

Taking Compliments – #FridayFeelings

How are you at taking compliments?

Are you one of those who is able to graciously take one, smiling and not looking smug, or do you colour up and just not know what to say?

I’m not quite sure where I stand.

I don’t get outwardly embarrassed – it’s quite hard to flush as an Indian! But on the inside, I feel like a bit of a fraud taking a compliment.

The other day, my mum was so proud, telling me that one of my Hubby Dearest’s aunts had been on the phone to her, and within the conversation, she had mentioned how she thought everyone should have a perfect daughter-in-law like me.

That was so very sweet to hear, but I am good with the outward appearances. My parents have brought me up well, to understand about respecting elders, how to speak to everyone, having a smile on my face, and being happy to help.

I can do all that easily, but I’m not perfect, seriously. I still have my faults. I don’t do all the cooking and cleaning for my in-laws, I can get a bit stroppy with them, heck sometimes I don’t actually want to go there EVERY DAY, but I do. Because that is what a good daughter-in-law does.

I’m a wonderful wife and mother, apparently.

No, I am good at making sure everyone is fed, and had clean clothes. I know all homework is complete and I am a fantastic taxi service.

But I’m too tired to spend quality time with my Hubby without wanting to just fall asleep. I spend half the time yelling at my kids because I have used up all my patience on the children in my various classes.

My colleague told me she looks up to me, as a teacher.

I’m good. I’m not great. She is absolutely fantastic. I am calm and have a way with people so I can keep myself organised (Virgoan trait), and I can tell stories amazingly.

But I don’t think I am an inspiring teacher the way she is. There are days I want to walk out of the classroom. I don’t know my craft inside out – sometimes I totally wing it!

And as for being ‘Best Blogger’…

Really? I love what I do on this blog. I try my hardest. Yet I look at others, and I am in awe of them and what they achieve. I’m not the ‘best’. I just put my heart and soul into it, and I hope for the best.

But I’m not inspiring. I don’t write things that are out of this world, just my jumbled up thoughts and interpretations.

So you see, I feel like a fraud. Somehow the outward appearance belies what I really am, and how I feel inside… And when someone compliments me, I feel awful, because I know it’s a facade…

I’m not some role model – I’m just me…

Though there is one thing that is true… I will most definitely always have a smile for you!

Signs – #writephoto

Sue’s #WritePhoto prompt:

The warning signs had been clear enough, yet still, Randolph plodded on.
It wasn’t fair that his twin Rudolph had been picked from obscurity, just because of that stonking great red conk of his!
Honestly, you’d think he was something special!
Their mother had been quick to save all the Christmas cards that were sent showing that rotund fellow in red, sat on his sleigh, with the group of reindeer pulling him along, and Rudolph leading the way.
She all but forgot about poor Randolph.
He decided to leave home. Not knowing where to go, he just followed his heart.
In the distance, a large, yet sombre castle came into view.
It’s a shame he couldn’t read.
Or that he was too lost in his own sorry thoughts to see the large board displaying three deer skulls, complete with horns.

Igor the Targeter surveyed his grounds.
It had been a while since he’d had to train his eye and protect his precious lawns from those pesky animals. They were constantly nibbling at his grass and finely trimmed hedges.
That sign had been a perfect deterrent.
Or so he thought…

#writephoto

 

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