Dear Pras, the terms light, drama, the striped shorts of Draupadi in FC 97 made me recall the play ‘Shudda Pitipiti’, the Kannada drama that you and I were a part of. Though a fifty sumers and more have passed, thinking about it, still brings a smile to the face. Your Mother-in-law (in real life) was the heroine in the drama and you were the hero and I the heroine’s father. Being a Malyali, your M-I-L did not know Kannada. She had written her script in English and memorised it. She did not know the meanings of the dialogue.
Half way during the play, there was a power shut down. Your M-I-L got her dialogue papers mixed up. What followed was mayhem. The dialogue was out of context and not how the plot should have progressed. You and I had to stage managed (literally) to keep the drama going. The audience had no idea the chaos that your M-I-L was creating. The author of the original story must have turned in his grave. To put an end to the agony, I the father of the heroine readily agreed to have the hero have his way (though he did deserve her) just to put an end to agony. Phew ! Gives me goose bumps even thinking about it.
Reminded me of my medical school days when the Professor in a clinical session asks us to throw some light on the diagnosis one not so bright classmate when queried directly took out his pen torch from his pocket and threw light on the patient with all of us in splits . Such were our lighter moments in Med School when the heat and the atmosphere around would be cooled
Dear Pras, the terms light, drama, the striped shorts of Draupadi in FC 97 made me recall the play ‘Shudda Pitipiti’, the Kannada drama that you and I were a part of. Though a fifty sumers and more have passed, thinking about it, still brings a smile to the face. Your Mother-in-law (in real life) was the heroine in the drama and you were the hero and I the heroine’s father. Being a Malyali, your M-I-L did not know Kannada. She had written her script in English and memorised it. She did not know the meanings of the dialogue.
Half way during the play, there was a power shut down. Your M-I-L got her dialogue papers mixed up. What followed was mayhem. The dialogue was out of context and not how the plot should have progressed. You and I had to stage managed (literally) to keep the drama going. The audience had no idea the chaos that your M-I-L was creating. The author of the original story must have turned in his grave. To put an end to the agony, I the father of the heroine readily agreed to have the hero have his way (though he did deserve her) just to put an end to agony. Phew ! Gives me goose bumps even thinking about it.
Reminded me of my medical school days when the Professor in a clinical session asks us to throw some light on the diagnosis one not so bright classmate when queried directly took out his pen torch from his pocket and threw light on the patient with all of us in splits . Such were our lighter moments in Med School when the heat and the atmosphere around would be cooled
Quite hilarious 🤣
Really miss your irreverent one liners
Vintage Pras!
Thank you Shubha.
"with mirth and laughter let old wrinkles come" says Shakespeare.
Prasanna, you have done your fair share towards your lightening up the Sunday mornings of your readers. Keep em coming!!
Thank you Nisha. Happy Mothers day
Those who make light of their burdens have seen the light!
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