Ramlila, Jaanu Naagar
[28-09-2006]
This year Ravana will be brought from Nangla and will be slain in JJ Colony Sawda-Ghevra's B-block. The tent has been set up. Those who set it up said, “This is where we are going to live now. There we used to set up the stage for Ramlila on government land; but this space is our own. Then why should we not perform our old Ramlila here!” As of now, all the artists are separated from each other. But whatever the case may be, a beginning has been made.
This year Ravana will be brought from Nangla and will be slain in JJ Colony Sawda-Ghevra's B-block. The tent has been set up. Those who set it up said, “This is where we are going to live now. There we used to set up the stage for Ramlila on government land; but this space is our own. Then why should we not perform our old Ramlila here!” As of now, all the artists are separated from each other. But whatever the case may be, a beginning has been made.
Sajjan Thakur spoke with a lot of joy, “Thus mic, this machine, these speakers – we bought them with money we put together in a committee in Nangla.”
Caught in his excitement, the small joker said, “Take my photo or I will bury myself alive!”
“Don't do that, little joker. Why a photograph, come I will make a small film of you.”
This made him happy and in gusto he picked up his mic and stepped forward. The mic was not connected to the speakers yet. They were only rehearsing just now.
He called out loudly, “Long live Ram Chandra! Long live Sita maiyya! Long live the dwellers of Nangla Maanchi! Repeat after me with love, long live the dwellers of Sawda-Ghevra!”
All this happened when there was no audience, just members of the committe. The sunlight was harsh, the wind blew with force. The tent swayed. Things which will be played with at night were being set up.
Caught in his excitement, the small joker said, “Take my photo or I will bury myself alive!”
“Don't do that, little joker. Why a photograph, come I will make a small film of you.”
This made him happy and in gusto he picked up his mic and stepped forward. The mic was not connected to the speakers yet. They were only rehearsing just now.
He called out loudly, “Long live Ram Chandra! Long live Sita maiyya! Long live the dwellers of Nangla Maanchi! Repeat after me with love, long live the dwellers of Sawda-Ghevra!”
All this happened when there was no audience, just members of the committe. The sunlight was harsh, the wind blew with force. The tent swayed. Things which will be played with at night were being set up.
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