<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807</id><updated>2012-01-20T14:05:28.824+05:30</updated><category term='Text'/><category term='visual documentation'/><title type='text'>AMITESH GROVER</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-3856661048176814490</id><published>2010-11-07T23:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:35:03.023+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>----------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-3856661048176814490?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/3856661048176814490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/3856661048176814490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2010/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-4575832089763836002</id><published>2010-11-07T22:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:50:29.551+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Write</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="100%" id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td background="" height="250" id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;30th July 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;New Teaching term at NSD begins &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New term begins. I have been assigned two jobs. First, to continue  taking lectures on Modernism and Visual Culture with the first year.  Second, to devise a new 'multi-media' input for the senior batches. Both  assignments are very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one has been  modified a little. Last year, I began by talking on Modernism/Modernity  as a distinct period and as an umbrella for the Arts. I discussed two  initial (and to date, dominant) branches of modernism in drama - realism  and naturalism. Later into the year, I covered Ibsen and Chekhov in  detail and connected their grammar to visual arts (Fine Arts and cinema)  in order to broaden the engagement with Modern Theatre. This time  round, I have been suggested to include lectures on autobiographical  writing before arriving at dramatic text. Maxim Gorky fits in well here;  his work transformed personal history into writing and declared the  emergence of self as a site for narrative for the first time in  literature. I will be citing excerpts from 'My Childhood' and  contrasting them with Gandhi's 'My Experiments With Truth'; another  autobiographical piece, though poles apart in form and intention. Any  readings/references/suggestions for this purpose are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devising  a new 'multi-media' input seems more challenging a job. NSD training  has had this as a scant and scattered input till now. Pressing need is  felt to give it form and structure, though I have been forewarned that  this move might not find favour with many in-house. There still seems to  be present a significant lobby that sees little (if at all any) point  in experimenting with live and recorded media. Further, an organised  open debate on the issue is being averted for reasons not clear to me  yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to structure the input in a dual mode;  theory and practice. Theory will include an orientation to the post  1950's theatre and the emergence of Performance Art or Live Art. I will  conduct a brief presentation on the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Artists -  Growtowski, Peena Bausch, Robert Wilson, Allan Kaprow, Robert LePage,                               Paul McCarthy, Coco Fusco, Paulina Olowska  and others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Groups - The Wooster Group, Forced Entertainment, Blast  Theory, Complicite &amp;amp; others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Major movements - Happening, Fluxus, Body Art,  Action-Poetry, Conceptual Art &amp;amp; Intermedia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The practical aspect will involve the following exercises in the  order in which I describe them below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Introduction to  equipment: Hardware (computers, cameras, projectors, wiring, projection  surfaces)                                                  Softwares  (graphics, editing, compiling, applying)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conceptualisation &amp;amp; devising an appropriate rehearsal  methodology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scratching (Rough runs of parts to test whether it works)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preparing for the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hope this works&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;8th May 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;2nd  Term, MA Visual Language of Performance, Wimbledon School of Art&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  a whole, this paper extends and explores to a greater depth the subject  matter initiated and outlined in the first term proposal while  introducing newer areas of focus and exploration that might seem  appropriate for the sake of further investigation. As before, it  continues to work in a two-fold manner: the phenomenon of  trans-sexuality being its context along with a continued investigation  in a rehearsal methodology in order to realize the context as a  performance art piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first term paper was  informed by the practice of and legend behind the Indian hijra  community. This served as the initial point of departure for a case  study in trans-sexuality as it exists (and that has existed for  centuries) in the subcontinent, where the mythology of the hijra lends  its legend to the community’s continued presence and struggle on the  margins of social sphere. This paper broadens its scope of discussion of  trans-sexuality by citing etiological and other discourses in western  and other primitive societies and discusses the current dilemmas that  surround the transsexual phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first reported  sex-change operation took place in Germany in 1931. Trans-sexuality, or  that later came to be known as ‘Gender Dysphoria’ had previously been  viewed in psychoanalytic literature as an undifferentiated perversion.  It began to claim attention, both within popular media and  medico-worlds, with the much publicized surgery of Christine (George)  Jorgensen in Denmark in 1952. Harry Benjamin, US endocrinologist,  asserted that Jorgensen’s claim was that she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘was a  woman trapped within a man’s body, which was indicative of a unique  ‘illness’ distinct from transvestitism and homosexuality, perhaps  conditioned by endocrine factors, and not amenable to psychotherapy.’¹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Trans-sexual, who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the term was used by Cauldwell (1949c) before it was  pulled into mainstream jargon by Benjamin, several discourses exist on  the rationale behind trans-sexuality today. The dominant one views it as  a biological phenomenon, though it also acknowledges its occasional  advisory support from psychotherapeutic and psychoanalytical experts.  Medical diagnosis rests on behavioral observation which is assessed in  conjugation with physical evidence (characteristics of the opposite sex  manifest in the body) and a medium - term (pre and post-operative)  ‘patient watch’. Hormonal alterations of the nervous system of  developing fetuses seem to cause the disconnect between the gender  mapping of the brain and the physical sex of the body. This discourse  has increasingly gained support within the camp as it rationalizes  trans-sexuality as a naturally occurring phenomenon (for as long as man  has lived) and not a socio-psychological aberration, or gender  perversion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It emphasizes  distinction to be made between the gender, the sex and the gender  appearance of an individual. It roots gender in the internal identity  map of what a person believes oneself to be and notes sex in the  physical genitalia the person may seem to possess/ be born with. Gender  appearance, on the other hand seems to be a coalescence of social forces  affecting the image and behaviour of the individual concerned. By thus  discretely slicing these aspects of gender-construction and perception,  it asserts that a trans-sexual is at odds with his/her body. He/she  possesses the brain of a gender within the body of the opposite physical  sex he/she is born with. Thus, as the individual grows older, repulsion  for the body he/she is born with becomes increasingly unbearable and  sex-change then, becomes the ultimate corrective measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most  current debate revolves around the legitimacy of such a discourse.  While critics point out the lack of hard evidence; self-diagnosis still  being the primary ‘symptom’, they also cite cases of the ‘con’ –  outright deception on part of patients who conjured accounts of misery  in compliance with previous case-based medical research in  trans-sexuality in order to appear suitable for a surgery.  Post-operative success rate still leaves much to be desired, which leads  critics to compare this phenomenon with ‘the temporary solace in  consumer spending (the illusions and promise of consumerism)’ and ‘the  transitory euphoria of a drug-induced trance’. Because most confessions  are expressed in how gender is socially and culturally perceived and  verbalised, critics believe that transsexuals are ‘in the danger of  becoming surgical junkies as they strive for an idealized sexuality via  surgical commodities.’²&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exact number of  transsexuals in any given population will probably never be accurately  known, the best current estimate lying at one in every thirty thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Trans-sexual, the mythic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart  from the Indian hijra community (the legend of which was dealt in  considerable detail in the previous research paper), other pre-modern  societies also seem to have records of trans-sexuality, though in  varying forms and practices. &lt;i&gt;Gallae&lt;/i&gt;, the Phrygian worshippers of  the Goddess Cybelle existed in ancient Rome. Once decided on their  choice of gender and religion, physically male &lt;i&gt;Galle&lt;/i&gt; ran through  the streets throwing their lopped genitalia into houses as a ritualistic  act. This was considered a blessing by the household that received them  which, in return, nursed the &lt;i&gt;Gallae&lt;/i&gt; back to health. &lt;i&gt;Gallae&lt;/i&gt;  then, ceremoniously received female clothes and assumed a female  identity. &lt;i&gt;Winkte&lt;/i&gt;, among the Sioux could assume the complete roles  of their preferred gender. Physical females lived as male warriors  while physical males lived their lives as women, where the male  castrated himself by riding a horse on a special hard saddle to crush  his testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most pre-modern renditions of  trans-sexuality seem to have been sheltered by mythology&lt;br /&gt;and  nourished by ritual beliefs, while its modern comprehension is  disseminated by medical journals and, as will be briefly alluded to  under the next sub-heading, the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc66cc;"&gt;Trans-sexual, celebritism and the media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While media opened careerist opportunities for the likes  of Jorgensen, casually called ‘the transie matyr’ and brought the case  of trans-sexuality out of its closet, its penchant for sensationalism  has helped little to spread awareness about the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;i&gt;The  tragic case of a woman who was once called Donald&lt;/i&gt; (People,  5/11/67), &lt;i&gt;I want to be a man again&lt;/i&gt; (Sunday mirror, 1/5/83), &lt;i&gt;Sex-swap  girl wants to be a guy again&lt;/i&gt; (News of the World, 7/3/93)…This  attention is a double-edged sword for transsexuals. Individuals may be  personally and professionally damaged by the exposure they receive,  while the readers are entertained, though very rarely enlightened.’³&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Trans-sexuality and my show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  is evident from the above stated research, much as it may be legitimised  by medical discourses and psychoanalyses, contemporary understanding of  trans-sexuality remains as obscured as its preceding mythic acceptance  in pre-modern societies. Its ambivalence resides deep in personalized  narratives of self-perception, its strength in watching the gender rules  bend and its ambition in freeing itself for expression. The narrative  for the performance is a collage of personal accounts of transsexuals  collected from varied sources, while the presence of visual projection  is being conceived as the presence (and simultaneously the absence?) of  the other; a recurrent theme within trans-sexuality whether expressed in  terms of gender identity, genitalia, opposite-sex acceptance and/or the  romanticisation of the post-‘transitive’ life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  practical work with video projection in performance space in the 2nd  term has helped me realise key ideas and revealed clues for further  development in a defined direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of  ‘borders’ for &lt;b&gt;The Marcel Project&lt;/b&gt; gave me an opportunity to  investigate the intriguing juxtaposition of the virtual, the  (materially) real and the animated movement in performance space. By  projecting parts of my body (severing them, virtually) onto pieces of my  own clothes (physically, really present) that are worn over them, I not  only was able to comment (without textual, aural support) on the  historical process of clothing (forcing it to expose the skin it is  meant to hide and thus relate to the theme of ‘borders’ permeably) by  ‘reversing’ its function but also was able to explore alternative  surfaces and textures for projection. The animated ‘mini me’ ran and  stumbled frantically through the scattered imaged of my body-in-parts,  trying to search for an exit from the (discursive) labyrinths of my own  body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The workshop&lt;/b&gt; broadened my exploration by  identifying the following aims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;· &lt;/b&gt;To re-examine  the operative hierarchy within the process of direction: Traditionally,  the director occupies a central position in the development of a  theatrical piece. S/he is the primary interpreter of a text, pins down  its meaning in form and style and leads the performer/s to embody  his/her ideas in working towards a performance. I need to challenge this  traditional notion and location of the director as the ‘captain of the  ship’ and transpose it instead, to a shared, collaborative, decentred  and in this way, disseminative space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;·&lt;/b&gt; To  enable the director to become an active participant in the performative  space by feeding live stimulus through multi-media.&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired  by the collaboration between visual artists and performers in the&lt;br /&gt;area  of contemporary dance and movement. The element of ‘liveness’ and&lt;br /&gt;‘chance’  in performance arts is heightened when fresh stimulus (visual or&lt;br /&gt;aural)  creates the opportunity for newer associations to occur as the&lt;br /&gt;performance  unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;The Process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;·&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;i&gt;Stage I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a (minimalist) piece of text a couple of days  before the workshop. The piece of text chosen for this workshop is  given below. It was excerpted from an ancient Indian religious prose  (Shivpurana, Basavanna 703) that addresses the legend of Ardhnarishwar  and is to be re-read in the context of my exploration of the  contradiction that exists in the eastern practice of trans-sexuality and  its legend. The performer freely related to the piece within her  respective cultural position by penning down incidents and memories from  her own life as well as researching other pieces of text/poetry etc.  that connected themselves to the given context. I, on the other hand,  constructed imagery and sound through which my engagement with the piece  was best expressed. For this, I pre-recorded and reproduced images of  the performer verbalising phallic and castration related anxieties and  animated each reproduction in ways that would marry the visual with the  text. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;The  self that hovers in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;·&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Stage II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met on the day of the workshop with the researched material. The  performer took the lead by beginning to perform and inter-weave her  memories with other narratives that have been collected through other  sources. As she made her path into the piece, I began to interact with  her performance by feeding live and recorded images in the performance  space. Interestingly, the chronology of the performance events was  decided by the order in which they were hand-picked out of a jar by the  members of the audience each time the performer broke. This element of  ‘chance’ allowed the performance narrative to be re-arranged and told in  a manner unique to that time and occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;·&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Stage III&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We identified the moments that worked for all of us – the audience, the  performer and myself through a process of feedback and analytical  discussion and highlighted the ones that displayed potential for further  development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993300;"&gt;Achievements of this workshop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;·&lt;/b&gt; We were able to devise a methodology for creating original  performances that are sourced from the performer’s and director’s lives  and are a result of their collaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;·&lt;/b&gt; We were able to heighten the ‘liveness’ of performance art by  opening up space for ‘incidental’ interaction to happen between the  performer, the director and the audience in performance through the  interface of body, technology and participating audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;·&lt;/b&gt; We were able to take the relationship between the real (body of  the performer) and the virtual (projected images) a step further by  constantly re-imagin(in)g the performer with multimedia intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Further development of work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of devising a piece for performance based on the  knowledge of my research and practical work. This paper builds a  theoretical framework within which my show is to be developed, whereas  my practical presentation shall entail detailed description of the  proposed show itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amitesh Grover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¹ Dwight B. Billings and Thomas Urban, The Socio-Medical Construction of  Transsexualism: an interpretation and critique, Blending Genders: Ed.  Richard Ekins and Dave King: London, Routledge (1996).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;² Dwight B. Billings and Thomas Urban, The Socio-Medical Construction of  Transsexualism: an interpretation and critique, Blending Genders: Ed.  Richard Ekins and Dave King: London, Routledge (1996).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;³ Dave King, Cross-dressing, sex-changing and the Press; Blending  Genders: Ed. Richard Ekins and Dave King: London, Routledge (1996).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bibliography&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Richard Ekins and Dave King (Eds.), Blending Genders: Social Aspects  Of Cross-&lt;br /&gt;Dressing and Sex-Changing, London, Routledge (1996).&lt;br /&gt;2. Julia  Epstein And Kristina Straub (Eds.), Bodyguards: The Cultural Politics Of  Gender Ambiguity, Great Britain, Routledge (1991) &lt;br /&gt;3. Ward Ivan,  Castration: Ideas In Psychoanalyses, United Kingdom, Icon Books (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Huxley and Noel Witts (Eds.), The Twentieth Century Performance  Reader, London, Routledge (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Further reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Epstein And Kristina Straub (Eds.), Bodyguards: The Cultural  Politics Of&lt;br /&gt;Gender Ambiguity, Great Britain, Routledge (1991) &lt;br /&gt;Stanton B.  Garner, Jr., Bodied Spaces: Phenomenology And Performance In&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary Drama, New York, Cornell University Press (1994)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td height="1" style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;22nd January 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;Why Theatre&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I have often been asked this  dreaded question: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;In a world where television, films and the digital media  have pretty much taken the cake (and perhaps devoured it too!), why did I  choose theatre? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;And worse, why am I still clinging onto it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my response(s) might never get politer than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occasionally ask myself how many different ways there are in which I  can talk to people around me, talk about something that I feel needs  some cautious address, some time to be spent on, some thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and obvious way is that we get together and chat, but people  in this circle of communication are often limited (to friends and  family) and the nature of conversation is often informal, unstructured,  bound by social protocols and easily usurpable (I know I invented a word  there!), at most times, by all the witty and humour-abled species (no,  no offence meant...infact, I am usually grateful to them for having  rescued situations from embarrassing whirlpools!), while on the other  hand, lectures, talks and seminars may be too (academically) ordered and  individually channeled, leaving little room for collective  participation and the fun of&lt;br /&gt;spontaneity. Television and films have a wider reach but operate  industrialistically (another invention there), which means finance,  networks and resources are huge considerations that have to be  negotiated, if not surrendered to. Documentaries, short films (and films  emerging from, say, the dogma movement) succeed in getting around a lot  of this, but in the end, do need basic film equipment (camera,  technicians, editing studios etc.) that again requires financial&lt;br /&gt;investment, something a person like me is incapable of. Staging walks,  protests, &lt;i&gt;dharnas&lt;/i&gt; privileges clarity of position and seeks to  collect and display support in numbers for the actual staging to happen,  something I will never have the guts for. The internet is free -  err...but is not tangible, corporeal - its anonymous virtuality being  its boon and its bane as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I left with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What began as a hunch is becoming a reality. Theatre is increasingly  becoming precious to and for me because one only needs to be willing,  and I really mean &lt;i&gt;just willing &lt;/i&gt;to make it. We may start with the  minimum - say, just a performer and then, add on dimensions to the  extent we can, we are able to. It might not be as convenient as a chat  with friends, it might not reach as many people as mass media is able to  reach and it might give birth to more confusion and&lt;br /&gt;questions than cut out neat, precise answers and solutions with  governance or legal predilection for implementational value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it is('nt) funny how I usually enjoy rehearsals far more than a  show. They also are performance-of-sorts for me; actors do a scene  while directors watch, then directors perform the scene while actors  watch, questions are raised (about general social phenomenon or&lt;br /&gt;pointed character/person psyche specific) and problems cited,  relationships in fictional and factual spaces (between cast, crew, text,  visuals, sounds etc.) are lived and re-lived, heads banged into one  another for that one moment not working or for not being able to find  the right word, action, visual, whatever, and the ecstasy of discovery  (if any). Infact, what do we do in theatre, if not invent a reality (of a  completely different nature) by ourselves that interacts with the  everyday reality of ourselves and our audience. I think this is what I  enjoy the most in theatre - creating this reality with others, for the  sake of another that we live everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, before we hail theatre for being the (aesthetic)  mommy/child/battle ground of all other art forms, being capable of  inviting, gathering with open arms other art forms and pulling them  together in its belly, it is first, foremost and al-ready, for me, what  other forms of communication discretely are.  It is informal yet  structured, determined yet spontaneousus, discursive yet entertaining,  grounded in space and time (the place of performance) yet free of its  tyranny, introspective yet empathetically remonstrative, protest-ive  (inventions! inventions!), capable of different levels of address (from a  collective to an individual) and most of all live, corporeal yet  imaginative, ephemeral. It could be each one of these or all-at-once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this is not an argumentnt in favour of theatre against other forms,  but merely a personal preference for it, keeping in mind my own  limitations (of finance, of other social disabilities and the like) as a  person. Nor is this any justification for theatre's limited means.  I  do believe theatre could do with far more human, financial,  infrastructural and technical support than at present might be  allowed/accessible to it and a lot more good will have been done then.  But, while all these elements are becoming vital for its generic growth  and survival, they still aren't (and never shall be) essential to making  theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is dispensable, but for (an empty) space, a performer and somebody  watching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;16th January 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Term I, 2005-06, MA Visual  Language of Performance, WCA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This research paper aims to work  in a two-fold manner. First, it outlines the context in which the  research is placed and second, it seeks to develop a methodology by  which the context of research will be developed into an original,  multi-media performance through the process of rehearsals with  performer/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The context of this paper is the  examination of altered gender identity in the wake of trans-gender  practice and trans-sexuality. The Indian hijra community serves as the  initial point of departure as case study of trans-sexuality as it exists  (and that has existed for centuries) in the subcontinent and the  mythology of the hijra that lends its legend to the community’s  continued presence and struggle on the margins of social sphere.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender  realities are a major construct of our surrounding social realties. I  call them a construct, and not a naturally occurring phenomenon as is  traditionally understood to be the case. Like all social realities, that  are a product of evolution of human beliefs and ideas through the  thread of tradition in time, perception and practice of gender (and  gender roles) is also a derived idea. Its manifestations are as varying  and distinctive as there are different cultures and civilizations. It is  hardly an exaggeration to state that gender identity is as much  discursive as it may be biological, and by that very nature open to  interpretation, beliefs and local practice. By this very logic, gender  identity then becomes subservient to the complicated expanse of the  human predicament rather than dictating its very nature. Gender identity  (and the emerging gender role) now stands, not as eternally unshakeable  way of being but an option of expression of self that one can choose  for oneself. This paper will deal with the issue of trans-gender  identity and how trans-sexuality and its performative practice subvert  (and often advertently re-iterate) the performance of traditional and  modern gender roles in eastern and western cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This  research paper is interested in exploring the ambiguous nature of  trans-sexuality through the legend of the ardh-narishwar in Hindu  mythology. Half-man, half woman, this avatar of lord Shiva has been  hailed for centuries for representing the perfect state of being. If  this legend lends a mythology of origin to the hijra community, so does  it harbour ideas that question some elementary belief systems of the  community itself. The community prides itself in absorbing and  re-gurgitating the ‘feminine’, trying its best to overcome and override  its masculinity by castration and other less biologically extreme ways.  In this way, most sects end up re-emphasizing the Indian gender  stereotype by adorning sarees, bangles and keeping long hair, believing  that by this apparent transformation, the (performative) identity of  other gender is attained. This paper attempts to relate to (and in this  sense, return and revise) the idea of the trans-sexual by (re) visiting  the metaphor of the ardh-narishwar today. It seeks to investigate the  growing difference between the legend and its communal manifestation,  and contrast the idea of the transsexual in orient and occidental  cultures. It asks whether there may be (or has been) an alternate  (gender) identity (and a third gender?) made possible through and in the  practice of trans-sexuality, and in this way talk back to the  dichotomies of the ‘he’, the ‘she’ and overlapping identities of the  trans-gender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In  an age where most creative production is bound by financial and  administrative considerations and perception and address of artistic  endeavours multi-layered, fragmented and suffering from media onslaught  there are limited options that theatre, or performance arts, can choose  from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these is the return of performance arts to  the intimacy and trust in address (and in space) of a performance that  only the local and traditional arts could boast of. A single performer  (at most two) putting on personas of characters in order to tell a story  in a folk idiom, where the distinguishing line between the performer as  entertainer and actor with his personas and characters never gets  blurred. Bertolt Brecht has often quoted this phenomenon in his  development of the ‘alienation effect’ for his actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But  the method to develop this ‘return’ needs to be re-invented afresh.  Unlike the Grotowskian belief (where the ritual of the actor is  sufficient to invoke meaning in performance), it is evident today that a  single actor-body in performance is no longer sufficient to express and  invoke multi-layered meanings. Multi-media and the need of the  (ephemeral) image need to take charge where the actor may not go. But  unlike the present approaches which see multimedia as another support  tool for the performer, I conceive it to be a presence and thereby an  intervention of the performer who does not perform, namely the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  rehearsals may happen in three stages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The performer improvises pieces in a collage-like  fashion with text (factual and fictional) and materials, identifying and  experiencing moments where s/he engages fully with the context in the  first stage. In this stage, emphasis is to be laid on the psychological  and physical engagement of the performer with the context, where the  director locates moments how, when and where this engagement can be  interrupted and challenged with media. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spatial and multimedia stimulus is to drive the  second stage of rehearsals towards developing a non-linear,  multi-layered narrative exploration through the confrontation of the  actor with the media. It is here that the possibility of conflict is to  be explored between the actor and the surrounding space and media. This  stage should be able to construct a skeletal structure of the final  performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the third stage may see the grind of runs  wherein the collage is pulled together to chart out a performance  journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim of this methodology is to create a directorial and performance  aesthetic that emerges from the organic truth of the makers prioritizing  the interaction between the performance and its audience and to  investigate the creation of alternative relationships between pleasure  and culture. It also seeks to relocate the position of the director as a  conceptualiser, facilitator (of design in space and media) and a  non-performing artist. As is evident, the latter part of this paper  prepares a map of practice ‘on-the-floor’, the premise of which needs to  be tested before any degree of reflection is possible.              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Bibliography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braun, Edward, &lt;i&gt;The Director And The Stage: From Naturalism To  Grotowski&lt;/i&gt;, Great Britain, Methuen London ltd (1985).&lt;br /&gt;Butler, Judith, &lt;i&gt;Bodies That Matter: On The Discursive Limits Of ‘Sex’&lt;/i&gt;,  New York, Routledge (1993).&lt;br /&gt;Butler, Judith, &lt;i&gt;Gender Trouble: Feminism And The Subversion Of  Identity&lt;/i&gt;, New York, Routledge (1990).&lt;br /&gt;Foucault, Michel, &lt;i&gt;The History Of Sexuality&lt;/i&gt; Volume I: &lt;i&gt;An  Introduction&lt;/i&gt;, Hurley (trans.), New York, Vintage (1980).&lt;br /&gt;Open University, &lt;i&gt;Popular Culture:&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;Form And Meaning&lt;/i&gt; Block  4, Unit 16 &amp;amp; 17, &lt;i&gt;Pleasure&lt;/i&gt;, Great Britain, Pindar Print  Ltd.(1981)&lt;br /&gt;Sullivan, Nikki, &lt;i&gt;A Critical Introduction To Queer Theory&lt;/i&gt;,  Edinburgh, Edinburgh University Press (2003).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Further Reading&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delgado, M. Maria &amp;amp; Heritage, Paul, &lt;i&gt;In Contact With The Gods:  Directors Talk Theatre&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bloom, Michael, &lt;i&gt;Thinking Like A Director: A Practical Handbook&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shepherd Simon, &lt;i&gt;Theatre, Body And Pleasure&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bachellard, &lt;i&gt;The Poetics Of Space&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30th October 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style="color: red;"&gt;This piece is written while embarking upon the first collaborative project at Wimbledon College of Art, London as part of MA in Performance Art.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole idea of picking up an existing theatre text and asking  whether it needs to be adapted or not, bases itself on the traditionally  central importance and presence of a text in the first place. It is a  condition to begin to do a play that all of us have assumed (with  well-founded reasons for it to be so, ofcourse) : as performers we must  look for a piece of text (classic, contemporary or unheard of) and then  begin to build our performance on (and sometimes) around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More  often than not, this is an attempt to make up for our own lack of  writing/scripting skills - we would have written the plays we perform if  we possessed the talent, being the popular belief!. We pick up words  that already have been through a crucial filtration (the act of  publishing, previous performances, reviews etc., their quality of test  and critique rest assured). We then find it more objective (convenient  too, may be?) to engage and disengage (in parts) with the words and  thoughts of the script-writer through our process of rehearsals and our  eventual performance.This is all very well. But if we, as theatre  directors, acknowledge our limited play - writing talents, yet feel the  need to re-write and adapt, that stems out of our will to contemporarise  our performances, is then adaptation the only way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  am currently in the middle of a project that might end up addressing  this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project, led by Douglas O’Connell  (MA Tutor, Visual Language of Performance, Wimbledon School of Art)  began with an idea - investigating 'safety' in present London. And  underlying is the methodology we are following to work towards our  performance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step1 –  to interview people on ideas of  safety and record these on tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 – edit these  interviews individually (in audio format) to build a narrative (linear  or non-linear), convert them into soundscapes and discover links,  overlaps within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step3 – pick-out the overlaps and  frame/invent a live performance around it by:&lt;br /&gt;a) choosing or  writing pieces of texts (narrative, poetry, reports…anything that is  relevant), b) selecting and creating images and moving pictures/graphics  for the projected media&lt;br /&gt;c) designing space and creating  atmosphere with all the above elements in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 -   rehearsing with actors and with all of the above elements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step  5 – uploading the soundscapes (with interviews as narratives, refer  step – 2) on a pre-selected site on the web (the site that is up already  to publicise the play) and encouraging audience members to download any  soundscape (which they most relate to) onto their i-pods, mp3-players  or burn them on to a disc. (for people without one, very basic and cheap  mp3 players are available at ticket counters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6 –  the structure of  performance:&lt;br /&gt;a) on the day of the show,  audience members are asked to collect at various points in the city, to  locate a performer there and immediately put their ipods,mp3 (which  already has the soundscape) on.&lt;br /&gt;b) follow the performer through  the city as they listen to the soundscape, to the site of performance  and witness the successive performance in that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As  you might have noticed, the piece restricts its target audience (only  techno-savvy and techno-willing can participate). Nevertheless, the  piece goes well beyond the obvious implications of the word `safe(ty)'  (the interviews are to explore personal and private notions, fears and  activities attached to the word where the interpretation of the word  `safe' is broad-based and open-ended to facilitate all understandings of  its layers). It is also intended to play around with the function of  technology (in this case, our ipods and the like, that create  self-absorbing/obsessive `safe' worlds) that actually, increasingly  isolates us rather than connecting us. As theatre workers, this project  is evidently pushing us out of our own safety-nets too, by challenging  our conceived ideas of building, rehearsing and performing theatre. And  in so doing, it intends to transcend the conventional 'safe' notions of  how a theatre performance works or should work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are  still in the middle stages of this project and the parameters are  shifting as we are progress…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27th October 2005 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The following is extracted from an article I wrote for a theatre  magazine eSeagull Theatre Quarterly (in India) recently. Its a  collection of thoughts on the relevance of adaptation of texts in  theatre today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...All of us have come across ‘period  literature’ of varying nature and intensity. A sensitive piece of period  literature, that would have been very contemporary when written, not  only illustrates its own times (in painstakingly minute physical  detail), but also becomes a breathing slice of the times it is written  in. I often love to, for example, smell a Premchand situation and  character while reading his pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the issue of  representation of a period acquires several dimensions once a text is  picked up by the Arts – Performing Arts, Fine Arts or the Media. While  Periodisation is perhaps at its most authentic in say, a museum that  preserves utensils, clothes, coins, weapons etc. of a certain period, it  begins to get framed and negotiated as our medium of viewing changes. A  documentary or a photograph of a period might capture a period with the  least artistic and interpretive aspirations. But as one moves to  narratives (that can include personal accounts, stories and plays), Fine  Arts and Performance Arts that attempt to deal in and with a period,  these very aspirations play a huge role. Plays and films often seek to  recreate the text’s atmosphere, situation and characters hoping that  this would invoke the period in question. Reverence for the creator of  the piece (in most cases, the ‘sacred’ writer) automatically bars the  possibility of thoughts and ideas that re-contextualise the piece,  fearing that this might compromise the creator’s merits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  its very nature, historisization is necessarily a subjective act – of  the mind that expresses (that, which documents, fictionalizes or  illustrates), of the publisher, the producer and of the time in which it  is read. This issue of representation of a period, especially in  Performance Art, is not without problems: the first and foremost being  authenticity. While a script or a story may instruct about its times’  social fabric through a situation, plot, characters and language,  comprehensive knowledge about the period in question is still  inaccessible. Other sources like documentation in books are pieces of  information. They can inform us about building material, clothing,  lifestyles but can not sensitise us to their lives. Unlike the classical  dances, theatre does not even possess a preserved grammar of gesture  and performance that, to some degree, becomes a visual (behavioural) and  aural characteristic of a particular period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for  representation’s sake, performing groups tend to imitate how  representations before theirs have been constructed i.e. in films,  plays, paintings etc. and in the process end up becoming a copy of a  copy of a copy….! (The kotha scene is a classic example –one only needs  to visit the raw business-like quality of a kotha to contrast it with  Bollywood films that have always played this scene with a decorative  sensuality to seduce its viewer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, the same  story or script is picked up in different times and inevitably performed  differently even if the intention is to recreate the story’s period  precisely. This could be the result of increasing information, evolving  performance formats, technological advancements, social and commercial  commitments and an ever-changing sub-conscious understanding of the  world we live in. A two-hour play is barely manageable today while a  full-length (3hr.) was a norm not so long ago. Let alone the times when  plays ran for an entire day or the whole night! (They still do, but in  parts of the world that are very different from ours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  piece of period text is then, an instrument – of expressing the  writer’s sensibilities, the producer or publisher’s intentions, the  performing group’s commitments and its audience understandings. This  inevitable subjective permeation through individual and social frames,  uncontrollably and (un) consciously upsets the process of looking at a  period objectively. This makes it impossible to access the period in  question in its authentic entirety. So does this mean that period plays  cannot be done?No, and yes. No, because it is an impossible and hollow  task (Apart from showcasing the skills of an actor or a director, it  serves no other purpose). Yes, because it can be extremely useful in  re-assessing our situation today. And this is possible only through the  process of adaptation. We must ‘touch’ the performance of period texts  in ways that transport them to our current times. This can happen  through directorial, authorial, actor-al, visual and/or aural  interventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptation can mean different things at  different times. Representational alterations without touching the text -  Anuradha Kapur’s Antigone used video illustration of Gujarat riot  victims to re-locate Antigone’s testimony and Peter Brook’s Mahabharat  played the epic out in a savage, primitive land. Interpretation  confrontations - Dinesh Thakur’s Anji extended the closure of  performance by hanging herself where the play-text ends at a monologue  before. And Text re-writing, devised and improvised pieces - Roysten  Able’s Othelo built a whole structures on and around the original piece.  These are examples of interventions that place the viewer’s  contemporary sensibilities within a period text. Even the much-cursed  commercial interests - the romanticised notion of the ‘wild, wild west’  and the international sale of the traditional and exotic India, make  representations belong to a ‘global’ age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is  only here that the performing team actually contributes. It is not only  in what it does but how it does what it does that it shares its presence  with the author and the audience. Its only when these texts, especially  period-specific ones, have been engaged with, through the body of the  performer and the mind of the performing team, that they would cease to  be false museum pieces and breathe a life of their own. Adaptation, then  becomes truly a social and political act that is ‘performed’ between  the performing team and the audience. Only here will ‘Periodation’ cease  to be a false attempt in looking at a period objectively or at  constructing hollow notions, types and images of a particular ‘times’ in  question. Instead, it will begin to be an instrument through which we  can debate our today by looking at our history, our present through our  past. Adapt-less performance pieces are illegitimate (or rather  legitimate) children of popular myths, mindless belief-systems and the  ever-exploding media kitsch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-4575832089763836002?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/4575832089763836002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/4575832089763836002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-write.html' title='I Write'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-1651179625604460284</id><published>2010-11-07T19:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:42:35.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TNaxD-oNDaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xXNclO6Twyc/s1600/DSC_0723_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TNaxD-oNDaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xXNclO6Twyc/s200/DSC_0723_2.JPG" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Performance Maker, New Media Artist and pedagogue, National School of Drama (India) alumnus Amitesh Grover has created 15 Performances &amp;amp; Mixed-Media Installations, which have taken a total of 110 shows across 9 countries so far. Having completed his MA (Performance Arts) from University of Arts London, UK in 2006, he went on to focus on exploring the live interface between the body and media in performance. His work has been shown in United States, Switzerland, England, Mexico, China, Philippines, Romania, Pakistan, Oman and India.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His interventions range from multimedia creativity (fluxing live with recorded arts), site-specific work and installations, striking artistic collaborations across cultures to evolving pedagogy for Advanced Performance. His recent works include Social Gaming - a real-time network event between several countries, Strange Lines - a multimedia performance based on a graphic novel and Hamlet Quartet - a rendition of three scripts based on Shakespeare’s Hamlet. He has co-curated several Networked Shows, intertwining the experience of online gaming and live performance, the first collaboration being with London based games-curator, Alex Fleetwood. His work has been showcased at the International Theatre Festival of India on four occasions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the recipient of numerous awards including KMAT Residency, Melbourne (2011), YCE Award nomination (2010), SNA (Bismillah Khan) National Award for Theatre Direction (2009), BC Theatre Sutra Award (2009), Pro Helvetia Residency (Switzerland, 2008) and Charles Wallace Scholarship Award, U.K. (2005). He has also been on the jury of TheatreSpektakel’08.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also contributes to contemporary theatre discourse through workshops, talks and articles. Among others, he has recently contributed to Art &amp;amp; The City (Quarterly Art Journal online) and Our Theatre: Pleasures &amp;amp; Perils of Theatre Practice in India (LeftWord Press 2009).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present, he lectures at National School of Drama, India and is a independent artist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RESUME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experience &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;PlexUs&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; created a real time event between India, Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; United States at Hartell Gallery, U.S.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Drive&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Performance installation, co-direction with Denise&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Maillefer (Switzerland) at Abhimanch, NSD Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Social Gaming &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; created a real time event in India, Philippines,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; England at 13th National Festival, Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Strange Lines&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; multiple media performance directed at 12th National&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Festival&amp;nbsp; (Delhi), Natrani (Ahmedabad), ITFOK&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Kerala)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Lady M&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;multimedia designed &amp;amp; executed at 12th National&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Festival (Delhi), ITFOK (Kerela)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Hamlet Quartet&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; directed at SNA Award Festival (Delhi), GATS&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (China), Prithvi Festival (Mumbai)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Three Sisters&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; multimedia designed at Abhimanch, NSD (Delhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;H.O.M.E.&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; interactive video installation created at Rote Fabrik&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Studios Zurich (Switzerland)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Romeo and Juliet&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; set designed at ITI Festival (Romania)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;I Hate My Body&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; conceptualised &amp;amp; performed at WCA Hall&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (London), KhojLive Festival (Delhi)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Electronic City&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a multiple media performance directed at 10th&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; National Festival (Delhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Hand Over Fist &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt; multimedia designed at UNDP Festival, Delhi&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Memorable Equinox&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; multiple media performance designed and directed&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; at Charbagh (British Council, Delhi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Beautiful Sisters&lt;/i&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; multimedia designed &amp;amp; directed&amp;nbsp; IP Auditorium,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Delhi)&lt;br /&gt;2005&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Project Safe&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Enroute and multiple media directed at Shoreditch,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (London, U.K)&lt;br /&gt;2003&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;A Chess Player&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;multiple media performance directed at NCPA&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (Mumbai)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Education&lt;/u&gt; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2006&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MA Performance Arts, WCA, University of Arts London, UK&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;2004&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; MA Theatre Direction, National School of Drama, India&lt;br /&gt;2001&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; BA (Hons.) Economics, University of Delhi, India&lt;br /&gt;1998&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sardar Patel Vidyalaya, New Delhi, India — Degree, Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Awards&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Artist Residency, KMIT, Arts Centre Melbourne, Australia&lt;br /&gt;2010&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; YCE Creative Entrepreneur Award nomination &lt;br /&gt;2009&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; SNA (Bismillah Khan) National Award for Theatre Direction&lt;br /&gt;2009&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Theatre Sutra Award, British Council, India&lt;br /&gt;2008&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Artist Residency,  Prohelvetia Award, Zurich, Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;2005&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Charles Wallace Scholarship Award, U.K. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-1651179625604460284?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/1651179625604460284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/1651179625604460284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TNaxD-oNDaI/AAAAAAAAAv8/xXNclO6Twyc/s72-c/DSC_0723_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-8656613958550086169</id><published>2010-11-06T18:40:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:39:59.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Show Reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol style="color: #741b47;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bestofbombay.com/article.php?artid=6"&gt;A Chess  Player - 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A group of artists &amp;amp; players will gather to play a set  of social games and playful experiences in Delhi, and a group of players  &amp;amp; artists will gather at the National Theatre. Each group will  be 'present' at the other event through a variety of digital  connections: through Skype, email, SMS, Facebook, Flickr etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS07A2UhiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/G-l4U3Vv7SU/s1600/DSC_1566-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS07A2UhiI/AAAAAAAAAt8/G-l4U3Vv7SU/s320/DSC_1566-small.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The  games will encourage collaboration and play across these digital  connections and invite both groups to form relationships with players in  the other location.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0LlP8diI/AAAAAAAAAtU/inzJTeJ0eR0/s1600/DSC_1601-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0LlP8diI/AAAAAAAAAtU/inzJTeJ0eR0/s320/DSC_1601-small.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our desire is to transform the properties  of a cultural space through play and through a digital window onto  another place, using the wifi and 3G networks within both spaces to  forge multiple connections between the two locations. Ultimately, the  goal of this experimentation is to invite theatre artists to use game  design to invent new kinds of digital collaboration, intimacy and  connectedness.  The UK theatre artists who will collaborate to devise  the UK element of the project are Coney, Present Attempt and Stoke  Newington International Airport. All three companies have agreed to work  in partnership and share ideas collaboratively. Amitesh Grover, in  Delhi, will collaborate with Delhi based artists and architects to  create games and co-ordinate the Indian part of the event.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0dRlcLzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7wQXjigJx-o/s1600/DSC_1598-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0dRlcLzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7wQXjigJx-o/s320/DSC_1598-small.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We  have a pool of 4-5 social games that embrace questions of mapping  &amp;amp; territory, devise unlikely ways for players to communicate,  and invite consideration of the physical, digital and social environment  of each space – the differences and similarities between them. Our  small playtest in May revealed how people in Delhi and London respond in  surprising ways to discovering each other and their cities through the  games.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0D8qHxNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/9iJoHx6leaU/s1600/DSC_1584-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0D8qHxNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/9iJoHx6leaU/s320/DSC_1584-small.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We seek to provide a supported context to  participants of these two cities to consider this emerging practice and  to provide ways for social gaming and interactive theatre to infiltrate  the Performance artistic scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0dRlcLzI/AAAAAAAAAtk/7wQXjigJx-o/s1600/DSC_1598-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0nIYVQHI/AAAAAAAAAts/JhKilZ1U8kA/s1600/DSC_1607-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0nIYVQHI/AAAAAAAAAts/JhKilZ1U8kA/s320/DSC_1607-small.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0ybXCDVI/AAAAAAAAAt0/24IlBUbiJQM/s1600/DSC_1743-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0ybXCDVI/AAAAAAAAAt0/24IlBUbiJQM/s320/DSC_1743-small.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/S-1szEANWdI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Lo90LmZu4qw/s1600/Sanpit+Flier.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/S-1szEANWdI/AAAAAAAAAs8/Lo90LmZu4qw/s320/Sanpit+Flier.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This event is produced in  partnership with the National Theatre and LIFT and supported by the  British Council.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0D8qHxNI/AAAAAAAAAtM/9iJoHx6leaU/s1600/DSC_1584-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0ybXCDVI/AAAAAAAAAt0/24IlBUbiJQM/s1600/DSC_1743-small.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-5765879162888566568?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/5765879162888566568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/5765879162888566568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2010/05/social-gaming-across-planet.html' title='Social Gaming'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/TBS0WJyk8FI/AAAAAAAAAtc/02G_0hxGWME/s72-c/DSC_1706-small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-4421577732857266108</id><published>2010-03-12T10:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:05:29.940+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Are You Home Lady Macbeth?</title><content type='html'>Second round of shows of 'Lady Macbeth Revisited' staged last year, this time on 22nd January 2010 at the 12th National Theatre Festival, New Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed &amp;amp; Directed by Maya Krishna Rao&lt;br /&gt;Multimedia, Live feed &amp;amp; Design by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;Costumes &amp;amp; Props by Sherry&lt;br /&gt;Lights by Govind&lt;br /&gt;Production by Keshav Kumar&lt;br /&gt;Production Assts. 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Two young journalists - one in India, the other in Switzerland - write letters to each other. They write about themselves, their lives, their cities and the state of their nations in the 21st Century. They draw their bodies and imagine the other’s. And then, they meet. They invent stories and sketch their predicaments, and in return are re-drawn by the other’s memories. The project seeks to play with the young art of Graphic Novel, the theatricality in drawing and the ways in which drawing and theatre can come together to represent notions of Home &amp;amp; Away, Nativity and Foreignness. Some stories from the book are adapted to form the narrative for the show, while others are improvised from the performers’ own lives. 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margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: georgia; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Based on Shakespeare's Hamlet, Muller's Hamletmachine &amp;amp; Tom Stoppard's Rosencrantz and Guildernstern are Dead.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Duration 1hr. 15mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Directed by Amitesh Grover&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Designed by Randhir Kumar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Script Rearrangement &amp;amp; New Writing by Keshav Kumar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Cast&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Laxmi Rawat - Gertrude, Rosencrantz &amp;amp; Clown 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Nitin Kishor Bhajjan - Ghost, Claudius, Polonius &amp;amp; Laertes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Savita Rani - Ophelia, Guildernstern, &amp;amp; Clown 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Vipin Bhardwaj - Hamlet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"&gt;Premiere: Sangeet Natak Akademi Awards Festival, 16 Sep.2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"&gt;Subsequent shows - GATS International Festival, Beijing, China, 23 Sep.2009, Prithvi Theatre Festival, Mumbai, 9,10 Nov. 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; margin: 0.1pt 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"&gt;Culture is made constantly and Shakespeare’s text is reconstructed, reappraised and reassigned all the time. Four performers  juggle with all characters in this show. The time is now, the world is one of violent and competing Nations where everyday experience is highly mediated. The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="color: black;"&gt; play investigates two points of conflicts - First, the tension between ‘right’ thought and ‘correct’ action and its consequences. Second, the conflict between two generations of people and the choices they make regarding nationhood, duty, family and love. The show is arranged episodically and young performers from different regions of India have been drawn into this production to grapple with concurrent renderings of Shakespeare. 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   premiered on the 10&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of September 2009, at The Epicentre,    Gurgaon. Produced by &lt;i&gt;film director/producer&lt;/i&gt; Mahiema Anand of Zonsta Creation, this unique live multiple media show presented insightful &amp;amp; thought provoking perspectives on memories and portraits of New Delhi in 2009. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;span style=""&gt;   New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Calligraph421 BT;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   Delly Belly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;,    a collaboration between &lt;i&gt;multiple media artist&lt;/i&gt; Ashim Ghosh, &lt;i&gt;   musician&lt;/i&gt; Deepak Castelino and &lt;i&gt;theatre&lt;/i&gt; &lt;i&gt;director &amp;amp; video    artist&lt;/i&gt; Amitesh Grover, featured original music &amp;amp; lyrics, multi-screen projections and live surround sound, as an exciting and sensual audiovisual experience. The performance celebrated some of the good things about life in Delhi, and some not so good ones, in innovative ways, using humour, creative video &amp;amp; photographs, acting and even a live shaadi (&lt;i&gt;wedding&lt;/i&gt;) band. 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Sponsored and organised by British  Council, India, nine performing artists were selected from all over the  country to talk about their realities and address questions surrounding  their work and their process. The participants were Divya Kumar Bhatia,  G. Channakeshava, Devissaro, Sanjoy Ganguly, Rabijita Gogoi, Jyotish  M.G., Quasar Thakore Padamsee, Sunil Vishnu K and myself. We were joined  by Nelson Fernandez, Graham Sheffield, Richard Jordan, Adam Pushkin,  Simon Sharkey and Ali Zaidi at the panel table and many others in the  audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/Sp_-5323T7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/COKRYmhlL7c/s1600-h/DSC_6129.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377296750303727538" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/Sp_-5323T7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/COKRYmhlL7c/s320/DSC_6129.JPG" style="float: left; height: 208px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377131054697927778" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/Sp9oNHn91GI/AAAAAAAAAmo/7rvw-Lni4k0/s320/DSC03212.JPG" style="float: left; height: 209px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-8518252315512099731?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/8518252315512099731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/8518252315512099731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2009/09/theatre-sutra-edinburgh-uk.html' title='Theatre Sutra - Edinburgh, UK'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/Sp_-5323T7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/COKRYmhlL7c/s72-c/DSC_6129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-1763986994474006735</id><published>2009-04-06T00:45:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:48:04.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lady Macbeth Revisited</title><content type='html'>Multimedia Performance at National Theatre Festival, Kerela, March 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Performed &amp;amp; Directed by Maya Krishna Rao&lt;br /&gt;Live Feed &amp;amp; Multimedia designed by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;Lights by Goutam Majumdar&lt;br /&gt;Stage Management by Satyabhama &amp;amp; Varun Sharma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SdkE3zchFoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HvmIfOqNgM8/s1600-h/photo4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SdkE3zchFoI/AAAAAAAAAk8/HvmIfOqNgM8/s320/photo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321289791464085122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SdkEWaq9E8I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ca8uAYrbkeA/s1600-h/photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SdkEWaq9E8I/AAAAAAAAAkc/ca8uAYrbkeA/s320/photo2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321289217878070210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SdkEWOOmi1I/AAAAAAAAAkU/IeA1NJXk7QU/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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March had me engaged in tutoring an input for NSD Final Year Design students. This involved a scale-model building exercise, devised for students of theatrical design, that sought to arrive at the performative space/site/set by chartering their course through the development of Installation Art. Using the idea of 'the installed' - object, material and media - the conceptual and practical approach to building spaces-that-perform and experiencing them as viewers and performers was significantly intervened and altered through un-installing, re-installing and multi-installing. 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float: left; height: 153px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 337px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Three artists, from Switzerland, South Africa and India, have come together to  collaborate on 'HOME' - a multimedia art project that challenges the traditional location of home and identity in stasis with shifts, translations and explosions. Set up as an interactive installation, video clippings and sound start playing the moment a viewer walks in, and keep changing with his/her movements within the space. The viewers are then in control of and controlled by what they see and hear relative to their location within the installation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-2679559993529330389?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=66af1ff5f3cc8861&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/2679559993529330389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/2679559993529330389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2008/11/artist-residency-switzerland-july.html' title='H.O.M.E.'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SdiavKWmmYI/AAAAAAAAAi8/5Mv0_x1LwYA/s72-c/DSC_3734-small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-3314370661787903346</id><published>2008-10-27T19:17:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:48:06.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Artist Residency, Switzerland July-December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQXJ-wXLz1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/iVSu5_tldws/s1600-h/DSC00014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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This time I struck collaboration with a Swiss dancer Cornelia Luethi and a video expert with Theatre Der Kunst, Michel Weber.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Relating to the themes of Home/Away, both Cornelia and Michel pitched in different ways. Born in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;South   Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and migrated to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Switzerland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; as a child, Michel still makes an occasional trip to his birth place even as he prefers to live and work in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Switzerland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. Discrete ideas of Janm-Bhoomi (place of birth) and Karma-Bhoomi (place of work) have complicated the answer to where his Home lies.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Cornelia, on the other hand, has not set foot upon foreign soil, but hopes to get away. Is she in paradise, to be lost soon? Issues of relocation, explosion of identities and conflicts between self and ‘the other’ (native and foreigner) are the paths we set upon. On &lt;st1:date year="2008" day="15" month="10"&gt;15&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; October  2008&lt;/st1:date&gt;, we put up the second work in the series ‘Welcome Home’ titled ‘Storybooks &amp;amp; Spices’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Two tables were set up with their respective Lcd screens back to back. A closed story book was placed on one table. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Nine different spices spread on pieces of recent Asian newspaper cuttings were placed on the other. Both these selection of objects/materials represented our mobile homes for us – the book was read to Cornelia, the child, by her grandmother, while spices help me find comfort while cooking in the most distant and alien of places. Linked with each page of the book and a spice, were our narratives and responses on Home on the Lcd screens. Viewers were asked to take a seat in turns and read the book or pick up a spice. Cameras on top recorded the movement of their hands on the tables as they turned a page of the book or picked up a particular spice. They then sent a signal to computers which then played a specific (pre recorded) video clip corresponding to the page the viewer was at or a spice that they had picked up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Conceptualised on the same lines of interactivity as the piece (‘I Need To Keep Moving’) before, this video installation also sought participation from the viewer and responded to their actions as they discovered our mobile homes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Viewers could begin reading the book from any page and proceed in any way, backwards or forwards. Cornelia’s movements on the Lcd would be played in reverse or fast-forward correspondingly, leading to a whole different set of associations between progression of pages of the story and her responses for every viewer. Each of the spices on the second table played narrations in a similar fashion. They could be picked in any order, and the narrative that followed on the Lcd – memories from my personal and familial history, ritual meanings the spice embodies or facts about the places or people who make them – was arranged in a corresponding mapped grid structure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In response to hearing the narration specific to a spice, while some viewers respectfully placed the spice back on the table (honouring the wholeness of the video art installation, as it were), a few others felt the need to pocket them. While some were more interested in reading the book in the order of progressing pages, others preferred Cornelia’s responses to each page over reading the book first. Ofcourse, they still had to turn a page to see response in video.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-3314370661787903346?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/3314370661787903346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/3314370661787903346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2008/10/still-more-gratis-diaries.html' title='Artist Residency, Switzerland July-December 2008'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQXJ-wXLz1I/AAAAAAAAAY8/iVSu5_tldws/s72-c/DSC00014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-8440376027038528448</id><published>2008-10-25T15:30:00.017+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:40:24.330+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Artist Residency, Switzerland, July - December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQL1MkcfCHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/W59vr40W5_g/s1600-h/DSC_1094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I kick-started this phase by putting up my first work tilted ‘You Need To Keep Moving’ on &lt;st1:date year="2008" day="13" month="9"&gt;13&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; September 2008&lt;/st1:date&gt;. This also happened to be Rote Fabrik’s annual Open Day Studios, where over 50 artists opened their doors to share their ideas and work in progress with others. Set up as an interactive video feed installation, viewers were free to walk into my studio and respond to the installation for as long as they wanted.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The moment they walked in, they were caught in a projection on the wall facing them. Their bodies were doubled and mirrored when they moved within it.  The faster they moved, the clearer they saw their multiple image. But, their mirrored body disappeared as soon as they stopped moving, leaving behind only their own body in the projected frame. Conceptualised as a durational day long piece, viewers discovered its meaning through a playful act of multiplying and mirroring their moving selves, only to watch them disappear against their (lonely) single bodies in stillness.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; If the ‘self’ is the first home of the body and the mind, perhaps this is what Home is today: perennially shifting, visible only in transit, fated in stasis.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Over 50 viewers (aged 9-70yrs.) interacted with the installation in one single day and responded in unique, inventive ways. I was personally grabbed by how many of them wanted to shake hands and hug their mirrored selves; ofcourse, the mirrored self vanished the moment they completed their embrace.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;On a broader level, this showing explored a fundamental question I have been grappling with for some time now – in the wake of Reality TV, Disney worlds, and Second Life in cyberspace, can Performance Arts deal with the hyper-reality of our world? In other words, is it time that performance arts woke up and redefined itself,&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;by reconstituting the very nature of performance as we have traditionally understood? Can we begin by looking at the relationship between the viewer (voyeur) and the performer in new ways? Is it possible to eliminate the distance between the performer, the viewer and the performed? Can we and do we  see a performer in a viewer and a viewer in a performer?&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;The idea behind ‘You Need To Keep Moving’ sought to achieve this precise state – to turn the viewer into a performer and to turn his/her response into a performance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-8440376027038528448?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/8440376027038528448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/8440376027038528448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2008/10/artist-residency-switzerland-july_25.html' title='Artist Residency, Switzerland, July - December 2008'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQL1MkcfCHI/AAAAAAAAAYM/W59vr40W5_g/s72-c/DSC_1094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-108583113366086260</id><published>2008-10-23T14:32:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:55:47.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Artist Residency, Switzerland July-December 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQBA96WFP-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/SklArt5taO0/s1600-h/DSC_0673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQBA96WFP-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/SklArt5taO0/s320/DSC_0673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260275797146812386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQBA-NvY3nI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9E5d8EGCFIo/s1600-h/DSC_0686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQBA-NvY3nI/AAAAAAAAAWM/9E5d8EGCFIo/s320/DSC_0686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260275802353229426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQBA9JZWf8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/okqtX7a-lPs/s1600-h/HXH-9521-16_1+%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQBA9JZWf8I/AAAAAAAAAV8/okqtX7a-lPs/s320/HXH-9521-16_1+%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260275784007188418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gratis Diaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;I was greeted by a nippy Zurich summer on a lazy morning of 12th July. Making my way into the city before it had woken up, I was struck by how crisp it was. Welcome to Europe, I chuckled. I was escorted to my studio the same day, which nests within a stark, bold red brick building abandoned by a textile factory early last century. Titled Rote Fabrik (Red Factory), it is spattered by graffiti that, at first impression seems to be slovenly but playful - a respite from city’s exacting landscape – only to reveal to a careful eye how each animated corner carries a nifty anecdote about authority, religion, sex and just about everything else. A capacious double-pillared hall with two majestic windows opening onto Zurich lake, the first floor studio bearing my name on its door was divine for artistic indulgence.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;I conducted two Open-Days soon after. Over 50 Artists – visual, sound and performing – and curators attended the evenings in which I showcased my past work. Intriguing interactions followed the presentation; one artist couldn’t help being beguiled by the ‘theatricality’ of contemporary Performance Art in India. Its what helps us young artists bridge the yawning gap between an overbearing traditional performance past and a nascent urban performing sensibility, I explained. She smiled.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;Theatrespektakel began mid-august amidst great fervour. An over-arching festival embracing all performing arts (and not just theatre) boasted of stunning shows from Brazil, Indonesia, New Zealand, South Africa, France, Germany, India and Switzerland. Being the youngest part of jury (having free entry to all shows as a result; half the article’s title should begin to make sense by now!) was less daunting than I imagined. We were a quadruple-nation cultural quintette – South Africa, Egypt, India, Switzerland (Swiss and French part; a miracle we emerged from our award discussions smiling!). It was heart-warming to discover how, despite our apparent differences, anxieties soon melted away as we candidly confessed what we loved and hated, often to my surprise, the same things in the same order! Perhaps goes to show how the language of art can render distances futile.   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="bodytext"&gt;I also attended a Residents’ Meet at Villa Strauli, Winterthur. It proved to be a fabulous opportunity to meet other artists-in-residence in Switzerland from around the world. Rainer Duvell, sculptor and architect from Berlin, conducted a workshop on perception after which we visited the studios in the lovely villa, once home to Winterthur’s soap-manufacture giant!   &lt;/p&gt; Over the past weeks, I have met many talented artists for the work I wish to develop here. Laura Klaus (a dancer from Argentina), Cornelia Luethi (a dancer from Switzerland), Martin Wigger (sound artist from Switzerland), Stephan Komitsch (video artist from Germany), Sophia Stepf (Dramaturg working in inter-cultural discourse from Germany) and Michel Weber (video artist from South Africa) are few among others with whom I will be striking a collaboration in the coming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Artist-in-Residence programme is jointly supported by Pro Helvetia and IGRF.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-108583113366086260?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/108583113366086260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/108583113366086260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2008/10/artist-residency-switzerland-july.html' title='Artist Residency, Switzerland July-December 2008'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SQBA96WFP-I/AAAAAAAAAWE/SklArt5taO0/s72-c/DSC_0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-1632726977592576358</id><published>2008-10-07T17:23:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:46:26.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Children's Theatre Workshop</title><content type='html'>May - June 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maxfort School, New Delhi&lt;br /&gt;Organised by I Entertainment&lt;br /&gt;Conducted by Amitesh 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-7853364541062736742</id><published>2008-08-02T21:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:34:22.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Media Interviews of Mine 2007-08</title><content type='html'>Media Interviews for Walk-The-Talk, MetroNation, NDTV for my shows at 10th The National Theatre Festival, India and other theatre initiatives.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d693ff61f3e4a911" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/7853364541062736742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2008/08/ndtvcom.html' title='Media Interviews of Mine 2007-08'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-586054647709616046</id><published>2008-04-16T16:59:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:28:35.175+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paper Presentation at Not The Drama Seminar</title><content type='html'>March 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was invited to present a paper on 'Experimental Theatre' at Not The Drama Seminar organised by Prithvi Foundation and hosted at Ninasam. After a 2 1/2 hrs flight from Delhi, a 10 hrs train journey, a 3 hrs bus ride and a further 45 mins. mini van drive, i finally arrived at Ninasam. Forget the seminar, the place has its own glorious story to tell. Below is an small excerpt from Rustam Barocha's article on the phenomenon &lt;span class="general"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;written for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;a newsletter titled "Theatre 4 U" that was distributed during the Prithvi Festival of 1997&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SAXoaL359aI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fYY0NEla3V4/s1600-h/DSC00302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SAXoaL359aI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fYY0NEla3V4/s320/DSC00302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189809682175882658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FAR away from New Delhi, where decisions about Indian culture are becoming increasingly centralised, there is a relatively unknown village called Heggoddu in the Shimoga district of Karnataka. Secluded amidst paddy fields and the area's hut plantations, this village is perhaps best known for an institution called Ninasam, which administers a theatre school, a repertory company, a film society, and a workshop unit that has spread theatre and film culture to all nineteen districts of Karnataka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;K V Subbanna, the modest visionary who has been the guiding spirit of Ninasam since its inception, [has] enhanced [it] through socialist principles of work and production, to demenostrate how it is still possible in India to "serve" people through our culture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;Ninasam focuses on theatre work implemented through the training of fifteen students a year at the Ninasam Theatre Institute, and concretized through the productions of Ninasam Tirugata, an itinerant repertory company that has performed in all nineteen districts of Karnataka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;. In this unfortunate scenario, where the village provides the basic material for consumption in the cities, both at home and abroad, it is positively stirring to see how Ninasam has reversed this trend. Instead of using rural resources for production in the cities, it has selected some of the finest examples of urban culture, and disseminated them to rural and mofussil audiences through the state. The purpose is not to educate the illiterate with "high culture", but to make available what has been denied to them, and in the process, question the very categorization of culture on an elitist basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;This has also prevented Ninasam from becoming another Santiniketan, an eternalized vision of a harmonious life, so rhapsodically envisioned by Tagore, only to corrode into the rotting bureaucracy that it has become today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;&lt;span class="general"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-586054647709616046?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/586054647709616046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/586054647709616046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2008/04/march-2008-i-was-invited-to-present.html' title='Paper Presentation at Not The Drama Seminar'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SAXoaL359aI/AAAAAAAAAS4/fYY0NEla3V4/s72-c/DSC00302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-4685660576419288005</id><published>2008-03-20T12:09:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:00:26.087+05:30</updated><title type='text'>KhojLive 08 - International Performance Art Festival</title><content type='html'>Duration 30mins.&lt;br /&gt;Video Installation &amp;amp; Performance&lt;br /&gt;Created and performed by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;Subsequent shows of my degree show in London, now developed further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/R-fsLDNPG5I/AAAAAAAAASw/LJNMc1zQRJs/s1600-h/email+invite+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/R-fsLDNPG5I/AAAAAAAAASw/LJNMc1zQRJs/s320/email+invite+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181369570896583570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/R-IHVjNPG2I/AAAAAAAAASY/3s_dhhgVxao/s1600-h/DSC00287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/R-IHVjNPG2I/AAAAAAAAASY/3s_dhhgVxao/s320/DSC00287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179710588238895970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-4685660576419288005?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/4685660576419288005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/4685660576419288005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2008/03/khojlive-08-international-performance.html' title='KhojLive 08 - International Performance Art Festival'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/R-fsLDNPG5I/AAAAAAAAASw/LJNMc1zQRJs/s72-c/email+invite+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-3760086802203955183</id><published>2007-12-14T14:05:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:49:21.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HAND OVER FIST - Perpectives on Masculinities</title><content type='html'>An improvised socio-political caberet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30pm, 10th &amp;amp; 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I have been assigned two jobs. First, to continue taking lectures on Modernism and Visual Culture with the first year. Second, to devise a new 'multi-media' input for the senior batches. Both assignments are very exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one has been modified a little. Last year, I began by talking on Modernism/Modernity as a distinct period and as an umbrella for the Arts. I discussed two initial (and to date, dominant) branches of modernism in drama - realism and naturalism. Later into the year, I covered Ibsen and Chekhov in detail and connected their grammar to visual arts (Fine Arts and cinema) in order to broaden the engagement with Modern Theatre. This time round, I have been suggested to include lectures on autobiographical writing before arriving at dramatic text. Maxim Gorky fits in well here; his work transformed personal history into writing and declared the emergence of self as a site for narrative for the first time in literature. I will be citing excerpts from 'My Childhood' and contrasting them with Gandhi's 'My Experiments With Truth'; another autobiographical piece, though poles apart in form and intention. Any readings/references/suggestions for this purpose are welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devising a new 'multi-media' input seems more challenging a job. NSD training has had this as a scant and scattered input till now. Pressing need is felt to give it form and structure, though I have been forewarned that this move might not find favour with many in-house. There still seems to be present a significant lobby that sees little (if at all any) point in experimenting with live and recorded media. Further, an organised open debate on the issue is being averted for reasons not clear to me yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to structure the input in a dual mode; theory and practice. Theory will include an orientation to the post 1950's theatre and the emergence of Performance Art or Live Art. I will conduct a brief presentation on the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Artists - Growtowski, Peena Bausch, Robert Wilson, Allan Kaprow, Robert LePage,                              Paul McCarthy, Coco Fusco, Paulina Olowska and others&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Groups - The Wooster Group, Forced Entertainment, Blast Theory, Complicite &amp; others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Major movements - Happening, Fluxus, Body Art, Action-Poetry, Conceptual Art &amp;amp; Intermedia&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The practical aspect will involve the following exercises in the order in which I describe them below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Introduction to equipment: Hardware (computers, cameras, projectors, wiring, projection surfaces)                                                  Softwares (graphics, editing, compiling, applying)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Conceptualisation &amp;amp; devising an appropriate rehearsal methodology&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Scratching (Rough runs of parts to test whether it works)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Preparing for the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Hope this works&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-4987022219946116250?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/4987022219946116250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/4987022219946116250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2007/07/teaching-term-at-nsd-begins.html' title='Teaching term at NSD begins'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-3072670507538255582</id><published>2007-05-05T11:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T17:59:49.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Dream</title><content type='html'>Theatre project at a high school, which involved exploring Shakespeare in animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manavshtali Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;Date: 29th April 2007&lt;br /&gt;Time: 6:00pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration 1hr 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;Produced by Bhatnagar International School&lt;br /&gt;Conceptualised &amp;amp; Directed by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This performance explored the use of animation to compliment the play of appearances and deception in Shakespeare's '&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Mid-Summer Night's Dream&lt;/span&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animation was used for two purposes -&lt;br /&gt;a) To build Nature in space that reacts in relation to the characters on stage. It conspires with the world of fairies, erupts and fades away at will, and a moment later, bullies and laughs at the royal class.&lt;br /&gt;b) To tell a story about the artisans that Shakespeare never wrote. This little piece of animation was squeezed into scene changes, where the artisans find themselves alone in the palace and get tempted to wear the crown and unwind on the throne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intention was to open up possibilities for animation as a devise to contribute to the narrative, space and structure of the play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwhoOveAtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BqG6SvPmzf0/s1600-h/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwhoOveAtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BqG6SvPmzf0/s320/poster1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060957056293274322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwhoeveAuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/0oitDnT8o6k/s1600-h/poster2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; 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width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwgjOveAlI/AAAAAAAAAJw/xa66zXBtPmA/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060955870882300498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwgjeveAnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GFXuYCdzOcQ/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwgjeveAnI/AAAAAAAAAKA/GFXuYCdzOcQ/s320/16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060955875177267826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwgjeveAmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LwiCS5sWxtI/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwgjeveAmI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/LwiCS5sWxtI/s320/10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060955875177267810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwhWuveAsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tYFeDxt_ias/s1600-h/20.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwhWuveAsI/AAAAAAAAAKo/tYFeDxt_ias/s320/20.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060956755645563586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-3072670507538255582?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/3072670507538255582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/3072670507538255582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2007/05/midsummer-nights-dream.html' title='A Midsummer Night&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwhoOveAtI/AAAAAAAAAKw/BqG6SvPmzf0/s72-c/poster1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-8414162213441943288</id><published>2007-05-05T11:18:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:00:28.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Memorable Equinox</title><content type='html'>On-site, Digital &amp;amp; Live Performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Produced by The British Council, Delhi&lt;br /&gt;Sculpture Mantra, Charbagh, British Council Delhi&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12th, 13th April 2007&lt;br /&gt;Time: 7:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration 1hr.&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Jhilmil Hazarika&lt;br /&gt;Video/Animation by Mukund V.R.&lt;br /&gt;Conceptualized &amp;amp; Directed by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A site specific project based on Samuel Beckett's&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Krapp's Last Tape.&lt;/span&gt; Semi-autobiographical, the performer tracks herself through video clippings of herself which she recorded at different stages of her life. Tape labels, which stand in for memories, are selected when she invites viewers to 'touch' a part of the video frame which plays a corresponding video. They are her own narrations at and of an age only accessed through the celluloid now. She hears, remembers, agrees, disagrees and calls herself a liar, complicating the process of judgment and truth - who do we trust, her or her in her own recordings - as the viewers hop from one clipping to another in a random manner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provi&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwiauveAwI/AAAAAAAAALI/t4TN9Q3qDlc/s1600-h/Memorable_Equinox_Invite_option.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwiauveAwI/AAAAAAAAALI/t4TN9Q3qDlc/s320/Memorable_Equinox_Invite_option.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060957923876668162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SOtBLIy3zqI/AAAAAAAAATs/ieURS3RpVEs/s1600-h/DSC00645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SOtBLIy3zqI/AAAAAAAAATs/ieURS3RpVEs/s320/DSC00645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254365049853038242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ded are photos of the site (daytime) and the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/Sen0N6xI2qI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OnikEcZ0sMk/s1600-h/show-on-13th-april-015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/Sen0N6xI2qI/AAAAAAAAAmY/OnikEcZ0sMk/s320/show-on-13th-april-015.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056554293156514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SenzTCPjgXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4cSQuqHASxQ/s1600-h/DSC04105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SenzTCPjgXI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4cSQuqHASxQ/s320/DSC04105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055542687498610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/Sen0OBHXrHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/o68w2B-qDkg/s1600-h/show-on-13th-april-016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/Sen0OBHXrHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/o68w2B-qDkg/s320/show-on-13th-april-016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326056555997015154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SenzS82URYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hyIMzaBb9J4/s1600-h/DSC04093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SenzS82URYI/AAAAAAAAAl4/hyIMzaBb9J4/s320/DSC04093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055541239465346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SenzTPqRjZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UBzKE85NQ68/s1600-h/DSC04104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SenzTPqRjZI/AAAAAAAAAmA/UBzKE85NQ68/s320/DSC04104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055546289229202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SenzTVxWQiI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b30qhkmV5ww/s1600-h/DSC04110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SenzTVxWQiI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/b30qhkmV5ww/s320/DSC04110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326055547929510434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwbuuveAiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Xhr0iKKWPms/s1600-h/show-on-13th-april-056.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-8414162213441943288?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/8414162213441943288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/8414162213441943288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2007/05/memorable-equinox.html' title='Memorable Equinox'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RjwiauveAwI/AAAAAAAAALI/t4TN9Q3qDlc/s72-c/Memorable_Equinox_Invite_option.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-8644191847096802767</id><published>2006-12-29T13:17:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:03:25.301+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual documentation'/><title type='text'>Performance Pieces (2003-05)</title><content type='html'>A Chess Player - Performed by Imran Khan&lt;br /&gt;                           Directed by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The National Highway - Produced by NSD&lt;br /&gt;                                          Video Designed &amp;amp; Directed by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Address: City Mumbai - Directed by Anuradha Kapur&lt;br /&gt;                                          Lights Design by Zuliekha Chaudhary &amp;amp; Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karanabharam - Performed by Jeoul Ryo&lt;br /&gt;                          Directed by Abhilash Pillai&lt;br /&gt;                          Sound &amp;amp; Video Design by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZp_3MQbsMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NCj44Mj2TUQ/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZp_3MQbsMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NCj44Mj2TUQ/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015461721190150338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZqAKsQbsPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/1ULHyJukwWk/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015462056197599474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZp_2sQbsKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iM-Tur4Dm64/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZp_2sQbsKI/AAAAAAAAAF4/iM-Tur4Dm64/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015461712600215714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZqAKsQbsOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4ejHbglZMH0/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZqAKsQbsOI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4ejHbglZMH0/s320/scan0002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015462056197599458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-8644191847096802767?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/8644191847096802767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/8644191847096802767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2006/12/performance-pieces-2003-05.html' title='Performance Pieces (2003-05)'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZp_3MQbsMI/AAAAAAAAAGI/NCj44Mj2TUQ/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-668058666810314290</id><published>2006-12-29T12:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:11:48.408+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual documentation'/><title type='text'>I HATE MY BODY - 8th Sep.'06 Degree Show at WSA,London</title><content type='html'>Performance and Multi-media Object Installation piece on contemporary ideas for masculinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration 30 mins.&lt;br /&gt;WSA Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;Created &amp;amp; Performed by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGFMQbrxI/AAAAAAAAABI/lE6ErUMAdYY/s1600-h/IMG_9493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGFMQbrxI/AAAAAAAAABI/lE6ErUMAdYY/s320/IMG_9493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013850077661998866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGFsQbryI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ry58BWEZUrI/s1600-h/IMG_9499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGFsQbryI/AAAAAAAAABQ/ry58BWEZUrI/s320/IMG_9499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013850086251933474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGF8QbrzI/AAAAAAAAABY/l6xcz8kQU4g/s1600-h/IMG_9514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGF8QbrzI/AAAAAAAAABY/l6xcz8kQU4g/s320/IMG_9514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013850090546900786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGGMQbr0I/AAAAAAAAABg/tNtHZ9hI1zA/s1600-h/IMG_9518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGGMQbr0I/AAAAAAAAABg/tNtHZ9hI1zA/s320/IMG_9518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013850094841868098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGGcQbr1I/AAAAAAAAABo/qLEwgx1U1J0/s1600-h/IMG_9524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGGcQbr1I/AAAAAAAAABo/qLEwgx1U1J0/s320/IMG_9524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013850099136835410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-my-body-performance-script.html"&gt;Performance Text&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Its a festival today. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;My festival. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;I marry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;The war of mahabharat Yes, that silly war kauravs and pandavs or whoever&lt;br /&gt;fought for pride power honour &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;hollow halo hallucinatory hell heap rubbish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                                                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;A million men dead A Slaughtered stalemate Yet neither winning losing on it went the great war&lt;br /&gt;forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Until the pandits spoke arjun pandav is to be killed soon pandavs shook pleaded for a way out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;If sacrificed before dawn any other man from family, they whispered, death of arjun may be avoided a condition but there was – sacrifice a man complete.&lt;br /&gt;A man complete a complete man complete a man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 8, 64);font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Arjun himself, lord &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 8, 64);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Krishna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 8, 64);font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; or arjun’s son hiravan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 8, 64);font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Hiravan&lt;br /&gt;Oh poor hiravan&lt;br /&gt;Oh my husband hiravan&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t have to&lt;br /&gt;He agreed &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 8, 64);font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;condition; the pleasure of a the night with a woman as wife. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(176, 8, 64);font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ha, Right wife for just a night? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Krishna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;, oh too clever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Krishna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Naari he becomes, woman, weds hiravan Lets himself be had that night Till hiravan can no more have walks to his death at dawn Howls, pounds her chest, breaks her bangles, her mangal sutra, rubs her sindoor off , tortures her body.&lt;br /&gt;And after the applause, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Krishna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; abandons the body of woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(215, 13, 201);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(215, 13, 201);" lang="EN-GB"&gt;that body that lived that half that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt;born 1942&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;two month pre-mature non identical twins sister carol dies died five days pre-maturity weakly child easily to succumbed illness schooling missing rosemary appears 1946 1950 1952 1980 robust than I scholarships many her schooling none I my childhood&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;better people imagine life for the potential female-to-male transsexual is undoubtedly easier than for the male-to-female one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 255);font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;My body remembers&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;Ammi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;I am leaving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; my body remembers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; a day that is my target&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Three&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;hundred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;rupees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;My area - two blocks of market east of chandni chowk signal and the signal itself is my area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;rekha shares it with me. I hate Rekha I like rekha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;tried poisoning her food once. Makes the most money not because she is more beautiful. Not me. thankyou god for what I am. I am lying. fucking slut. She makes the extra money in the evening on .i.t.o bridge. She has two there, a cult following. suckers and fuckers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;100&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; rupees a fuck, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; for mouth. I have never. against nujjo ammi’s dharm. change gharana. But lying isn’t. i lie for her. whenever she reaches back late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt; percent cut for each lie from her fucks. Plus free laughs the stories behind her fresh bruises from her fucks every evening. born with a terrible sense of humour she is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;bruise sisters we are. Bruises I have two as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;ammi burnt me for not having made my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mark one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So now I don’t have to make an effort to remember my target. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;"  lang="EN-GB"&gt;My body remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 133, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;                                                                       Tom boys, from the old days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 133, 255); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"   lang="EN-GB"&gt;have always been accepted and treated with good-humoured tolerance, while feminine boys teased as sissies, were and remain subject of derision. My younger sister and I played with both boys’ and gil’ toys but once I had my own pocket money and was able to buy my own play things masculine toys pre-dominated. In spite of being obssessed with toy soldiers, planes and wrestling games on play stations my sister did not become a transsexual, while I in spite of dolls, did not become a normal woman. My best pals were a boy (whose electric train I shamelessly have never returned) and an self-assertive, confident girl. I never cultivated the friendship of frilly girls. I was at all-girls schools and lived with my sister, mother and grandmother – even the cat was female. My father was in the merchant navy for most of the time, so female influence was strong and male influence correspondingly weak. My condition could not therefore be ascribed to a lack of female environment I adored mum while wanting to be like my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-668058666810314290?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/668058666810314290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/668058666810314290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-hate-my-body-8th-sep06-degree-show-at.html' title='I HATE MY BODY - 8th Sep.&apos;06 Degree Show at WSA,London'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/RZTGFMQbrxI/AAAAAAAAABI/lE6ErUMAdYY/s72-c/IMG_9493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-114711647395841339</id><published>2006-05-09T00:11:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-08T00:33:59.381+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual documentation'/><title type='text'>Karen &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" id="HB_Mail_Container" style="height: 436px; width: 680px;" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td background="" height="250" id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;28th April 06.&lt;br /&gt;Duration 30 mins&lt;br /&gt;Performed by Karen Mcleod&lt;br /&gt;Video &amp;amp; Direction by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VLP Open Day. A video workshop exploring live video feed and improvisation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SOs5_PYvqcI/AAAAAAAAATk/PUt4U3MlLmQ/s1600-h/Me+Bacchae+%282%29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254357148882676162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SOs5_PYvqcI/AAAAAAAAATk/PUt4U3MlLmQ/s320/Me+Bacchae+%282%29.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 299px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/320/workshop-pic-6.jpg" style="display: block; height: 304px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td height="1" style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;blockquote id="897cb76d"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/1600/workshop-pic-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/320/workshop-pic-5.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/1600/workshop-pic-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/320/workshop-pic-4.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/1600/workshop-pic-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/320/workshop-pic-2.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-114711647395841339?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/114711647395841339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/114711647395841339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2006/05/performed-and-projected.html' title='Karen &amp; I'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PCw1RN-oA0w/SOs5_PYvqcI/AAAAAAAAATk/PUt4U3MlLmQ/s72-c/Me+Bacchae+%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-114711345376237476</id><published>2006-05-08T23:05:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:55:45.434+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Text'/><title type='text'>Research Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" height="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr width="100%" unselectable="on" height="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" background="" valign="top" width="100%" height="250"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;2nd Term, MA Visual Language of Performance, Wimbledon School of Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole, this paper extends and explores to a greater depth the subject matter initiated and outlined in the first term proposal while introducing newer areas of focus and exploration that might seem appropriate for the sake of further investigation. As before, it continues to work in a two-fold manner: the phenomenon of trans-sexuality being its context along with a continued investigation in a rehearsal methodology in order to realize the context as a performance art piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first term paper was informed by the practice of and legend behind the Indian hijra community. This served as the initial point of departure for a case study in trans-sexuality as it exists (and that has existed for centuries) in the subcontinent, where the mythology of the hijra lends its legend to the community’s continued presence and struggle on the margins of social sphere. This paper broadens its scope of discussion of trans-sexuality by citing etiological and other discourses in western and other primitive societies and discusses the current dilemmas that surround the transsexual phenomenon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first reported sex-change operation took place in Germany in 1931. Trans-sexuality, or that later came to be known as ‘Gender Dysphoria’ had previously been viewed in psychoanalytic literature as an undifferentiated perversion. It began to claim attention, both within popular media and medico-worlds, with the much publicized surgery of Christine (George) Jorgensen in Denmark in 1952. Harry Benjamin, US endocrinologist, asserted that Jorgensen’s claim was that she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘was a woman trapped within a man’s body, which was indicative of a unique ‘illness’ distinct from transvestitism and homosexuality, perhaps conditioned by endocrine factors, and not amenable to psychotherapy.’¹&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Trans-sexual, who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the term was used by Cauldwell (1949c) before it was pulled into mainstream jargon by Benjamin, several discourses exist on the rationale behind trans-sexuality today. The dominant one views it as a biological phenomenon, though it also acknowledges its occasional advisory support from psychotherapeutic and psychoanalytical experts. Medical diagnosis rests on behavioral observation which is assessed in conjugation with physical evidence (characteristics of the opposite sex manifest in the body) and a medium - term (pre and post-operative) ‘patient watch’. Hormonal alterations of the nervous system of developing fetuses seem to cause the disconnect between the gender mapping of the brain and the physical sex of the body. This discourse has increasingly gained support within the camp as it rationalizes trans-sexuality as a naturally occurring phenomenon (for as long as man has lived) and not a socio-psychological aberration, or gender perversion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It emphasizes distinction to be made between the gender, the sex and the gender appearance of an individual. It roots gender in the internal identity map of what a person believes oneself to be and notes sex in the physical genitalia the person may seem to possess/ be born with. Gender appearance, on the other hand seems to be a coalescence of social forces affecting the image and behaviour of the individual concerned. By thus discretely slicing these aspects of gender-construction and perception, it asserts that a trans-sexual is at odds with his/her body. He/she possesses the brain of a gender within the body of the opposite physical sex he/she is born with. Thus, as the individual grows older, repulsion for the body he/she is born with becomes increasingly unbearable and sex-change then, becomes the ultimate corrective measure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most current debate revolves around the legitimacy of such a discourse. While critics point out the lack of hard evidence; self-diagnosis still being the primary ‘symptom’, they also cite cases of the ‘con’ – outright deception on part of patients who conjured accounts of misery in compliance with previous case-based medical research in trans-sexuality in order to appear suitable for a surgery. Post-operative success rate still leaves much to be desired, which leads critics to compare this phenomenon with ‘the temporary solace in consumer spending (the illusions and promise of consumerism)’ and ‘the transitory euphoria of a drug-induced trance’. Because most confessions are expressed in how gender is socially and culturally perceived and verbalised, critics believe that transsexuals are ‘in the danger of becoming surgical junkies as they strive for an idealized sexuality via surgical commodities.’²&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The exact number of transsexuals in any given population will probably never be accurately known, the best current estimate lying at one in every thirty thousand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Trans-sexual, the mythic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from the Indian hijra community (the legend of which was dealt in considerable detail in the previous research paper), other pre-modern societies also seem to have records of trans-sexuality, though in varying forms and practices. &lt;em&gt;Gallae&lt;/em&gt;, the Phrygian worshippers of the Goddess Cybelle existed in ancient Rome. Once decided on their choice of gender and religion, physically male &lt;em&gt;Galle&lt;/em&gt; ran through the streets throwing their lopped genitalia into houses as a ritualistic act. This was considered a blessing by the household that received them which, in return, nursed the &lt;em&gt;Gallae&lt;/em&gt; back to health. &lt;em&gt;Gallae&lt;/em&gt; then, ceremoniously received female clothes and assumed a female identity. &lt;em&gt;Winkte&lt;/em&gt;, among the Sioux could assume the complete roles of their preferred gender. Physical females lived as male warriors while physical males lived their lives as women, where the male castrated himself by riding a horse on a special hard saddle to crush his testicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most pre-modern renditions of trans-sexuality seem to have been sheltered by mythology&lt;br /&gt;and nourished by ritual beliefs, while its modern comprehension is disseminated by medical journals and, as will be briefly alluded to under the next sub-heading, the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Trans-sexual, celebritism and the media&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While media opened careerist opportunities for the likes of Jorgensen, casually called ‘the transie matyr’ and brought the case of trans-sexuality out of its closet, its penchant for sensationalism has helped little to spread awareness about the subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;em&gt;The tragic case of a woman who was once called Donald&lt;/em&gt; (People, 5/11/67), &lt;em&gt;I want to be a man again&lt;/em&gt; (Sunday mirror, 1/5/83), &lt;em&gt;Sex-swap girl wants to be a guy again&lt;/em&gt; (News of the World, 7/3/93)…This attention is a double-edged sword for transsexuals. Individuals may be personally and professionally damaged by the exposure they receive, while the readers are entertained, though very rarely enlightened.’³&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Trans-sexuality and my show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is evident from the above stated research, much as it may be legitimised by medical discourses and psychoanalyses, contemporary understanding of trans-sexuality remains as obscured as its preceding mythic acceptance in pre-modern societies. Its ambivalence resides deep in personalized narratives of self-perception, its strength in watching the gender rules bend and its ambition in freeing itself for expression. The narrative for the performance is a collage of personal accounts of transsexuals collected from varied sources, while the presence of visual projection is being conceived as the presence (and simultaneously the absence?) of the other; a recurrent theme within trans-sexuality whether expressed in terms of gender identity, genitalia, opposite-sex acceptance and/or the romanticisation of the post-‘transitive’ life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My practical work with video projection in performance space in the 2nd term has helped me realise key ideas and revealed clues for further development in a defined direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The theme of ‘borders’ for &lt;strong&gt;The Marcel Project&lt;/strong&gt; gave me an opportunity to investigate the intriguing juxtaposition of the virtual, the (materially) real and the animated movement in performance space. By projecting parts of my body (severing them, virtually) onto pieces of my own clothes (physically, really present) that are worn over them, I not only was able to comment (without textual, aural support) on the historical process of clothing (forcing it to expose the skin it is meant to hide and thus relate to the theme of ‘borders’ permeably) by ‘reversing’ its function but also was able to explore alternative surfaces and textures for projection. The animated ‘mini me’ ran and stumbled frantically through the scattered imaged of my body-in-parts, trying to search for an exit from the (discursive) labyrinths of my own body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The workshop&lt;/strong&gt; broadened my exploration by identifying the following aims:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;· &lt;/strong&gt;To re-examine the operative hierarchy within the process of direction: Traditionally, the director occupies a central position in the development of a theatrical piece. S/he is the primary interpreter of a text, pins down its meaning in form and style and leads the performer/s to embody his/her ideas in working towards a performance. I need to challenge this traditional notion and location of the director as the ‘captain of the ship’ and transpose it instead, to a shared, collaborative, decentred and in this way, disseminative space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt; To enable the director to become an active participant in the performative space by feeding live stimulus through multi-media.&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired by the collaboration between visual artists and performers in the&lt;br /&gt;area of contemporary dance and movement. The element of ‘liveness’ and&lt;br /&gt;‘chance’ in performance arts is heightened when fresh stimulus (visual or&lt;br /&gt;aural) creates the opportunity for newer associations to occur as the&lt;br /&gt;performance unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;The Process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Stage I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with a (minimalist) piece of text a couple of days before the workshop. The piece of text chosen for this workshop is given below. It was excerpted from an ancient Indian religious prose (Shivpurana, Basavanna 703) that addresses the legend of Ardhnarishwar and is to be re-read in the context of my exploration of the contradiction that exists in the eastern practice of trans-sexuality and its legend. The performer freely related to the piece within her respective cultural position by penning down incidents and memories from her own life as well as researching other pieces of text/poetry etc. that connected themselves to the given context. I, on the other hand, constructed imagery and sound through which my engagement with the piece was best expressed. For this, I pre-recorded and reproduced images of the performer verbalising phallic and castration related anxieties and animated each reproduction in ways that would marry the visual with the text. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The self that hovers in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Stage II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met on the day of the workshop with the researched material. The performer took the lead by beginning to perform and inter-weave her memories with other narratives that have been collected through other sources. As she made her path into the piece, I began to interact with her performance by feeding live and recorded images in the performance space. Interestingly, the chronology of the performance events was decided by the order in which they were hand-picked out of a jar by the members of the audience each time the performer broke. This element of ‘chance’ allowed the performance narrative to be re-arranged and told in a manner unique to that time and occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Stage III&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We identified the moments that worked for all of us – the audience, the performer and myself through a process of feedback and analytical discussion and highlighted the ones that displayed potential for further development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Achievements of this workshop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt; We were able to devise a methodology for creating original performances that are sourced from the performer’s and director’s lives and are a result of their collaboration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt; We were able to heighten the ‘liveness’ of performance art by opening up space for ‘incidental’ interaction to happen between the performer, the director and the audience in performance through the interface of body, technology and participating audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;·&lt;/strong&gt; We were able to take the relationship between the real (body of the performer) and the virtual (projected images) a step further by constantly re-imagin(in)g the performer with multimedia intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Further development of work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the process of devising a piece for performance based on the knowledge of my research and practical work. This paper builds a theoretical framework within which my show is to be developed, whereas my practical presentation shall entail detailed description of the proposed show itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amitesh Grover&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¹ Dwight B. Billings and Thomas Urban, The Socio-Medical Construction of Transsexualism: an interpretation and critique, Blending Genders: Ed. Richard Ekins and Dave King: London, Routledge (1996).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;² Dwight B. Billings and Thomas Urban, The Socio-Medical Construction of Transsexualism: an interpretation and critique, Blending Genders: Ed. Richard Ekins and Dave King: London, Routledge (1996).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;³ Dave King, Cross-dressing, sex-changing and the Press; Blending Genders: Ed. Richard Ekins and Dave King: London, Routledge (1996).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bibliography&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Richard Ekins and Dave King (Eds.), Blending Genders: Social Aspects Of Cross-&lt;br /&gt;Dressing and Sex-Changing, London, Routledge (1996).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Julia Epstein And Kristina Straub (Eds.), Bodyguards: The Cultural Politics Of Gender Ambiguity, Great Britain, Routledge (1991) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Ward Ivan, Castration: Ideas In Psychoanalyses, United Kingdom, Icon Books (2003)&lt;br /&gt;Michael Huxley and Noel Witts (Eds.), The Twentieth Century Performance Reader, London, Routledge (1996)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Further reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julia Epstein And Kristina Straub (Eds.), Bodyguards: The Cultural Politics Of&lt;br /&gt;Gender Ambiguity, Great Britain, Routledge (1991) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stanton B. Garner, Jr., Bodied Spaces: Phenomenology And Performance In&lt;br /&gt;Contemporary Drama, New York, Cornell University Press (1994)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on" height="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-114711345376237476?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/114711345376237476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/114711345376237476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2006/05/research-paper.html' title='Research Paper'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-114710951078762151</id><published>2006-05-08T22:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-07T16:44:18.258+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual documentation'/><title type='text'>The Marcel Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/1600/show-pics-032.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/320/show-pics-032.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;30th March 06, WSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video/Object Installation in Loop created by Amitesh Grover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/1600/show-pics-033.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7035/1755/320/show-pics-033.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" unselectable="on" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="100%" height="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr width="100%" unselectable="on" height="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" unselectable="off" background="" valign="top" width="100%" height="250"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Inside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The notion of borders, permeability, migration and re-representation fragments this piece as the clothes are turned inside out and become the skin on which parts of my body appear. In a strange sense, the over-turned clothes now adorn and celebrate the body they omitted, only to expose the skin that is distinctly marked – culturally, politically and in terms of gender. This work is as much a response to the domineering status that clothes and fashion (read: branding) have historically enjoyed, as it is a (discomforting) acknowledgement of an omnipresent gaze. By virtue of placing the work on the floor, the viewer’s gaze implicitly becomes a part of the larger gaze that hands out merits to its subjects (mini me!) with a high alertness to magnetic uniformity in appearances and the resulting power to pull, even as it strives to perpetuate a resistant, elusive local flavour to conforming material objectification.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="font-size: 1pt;" unselectable="on" height="1"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-114710951078762151?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/114710951078762151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/114710951078762151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2006/05/marcel-project_08.html' title='The Marcel Project'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-113789466991999301</id><published>2006-01-22T06:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-22T07:33:39.490+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Text'/><title type='text'>Why theatre?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have often been asked this dreaded question: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In a world where television, films and the digital media have pretty much taken the cake (and perhaps devoured it too!), why did I choose theatre? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And worse, why am I still clinging onto it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my response(s) might never get politer than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I occasionally ask myself how many different ways there are in which I can talk to people around me, talk about something that I feel needs some cautious address, some time to be spent on, some thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and obvious way is that we get together and chat, but people in this circle of communication are often limited (to friends and family) and the nature of conversation is often informal, unstructured, bound by social protocols and easily usurpable (I know I invented a word there!), at most times, by all the witty and humour-abled species (no, no offence meant...infact, I am usually grateful to them for having rescued situations from embarrassing whirlpools!), while on the other hand, lectures, talks and seminars may be too (academically) ordered and individually channeled, leaving little room for collective participation and the fun of&lt;br /&gt;spontaneity. Television and films have a wider reach but operate industrialistically (another invention there), which means finance, networks and resources are huge considerations that have to be negotiated, if not surrendered to. Documentaries, short films (and films emerging from, say, the dogma movement) succeed in getting around a lot of this, but in the end, do need basic film equipment (camera, technicians, editing studios etc.) that again requires financial&lt;br /&gt;investment, something a person like me is incapable of. Staging walks, protests, &lt;em&gt;dharnas&lt;/em&gt; privileges clarity of position and seeks to collect and display support in numbers for the actual staging to happen, something I will never have the guts for. The internet is free - err...but is not tangible, corporeal - its anonymous virtuality being its boon and its bane as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what am I left with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What began as a hunch is becoming a reality. Theatre is increasingly becoming precious to and for me because one only needs to be willing, and I really mean &lt;em&gt;just willing &lt;/em&gt;to make it. We may start with the minimum - say, just a performer and then, add on dimensions to the extent we can, we are able to. It might not be as convenient as a chat with friends, it might not reach as many people as mass media is able to reach and it might give birth to more confusion and&lt;br /&gt;questions than cut out neat, precise answers and solutions with governance or legal predilection for implementational value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it is('nt) funny how I usually enjoy rehearsals far more than a show. They also are performance-of-sorts for me; actors do a scene while directors watch, then directors perform the scene while actors watch, questions are raised (about general social phenomenon or&lt;br /&gt;pointed character/person psyche specific) and problems cited, relationships in fictional and factual spaces (between cast, crew, text, visuals, sounds etc.) are lived and re-lived, heads banged into one another for that one moment not working or for not being able to find the right word, action, visual, whatever, and the ecstasy of discovery (if any). Infact, what do we do in theatre, if not invent a reality (of a completely different nature) by ourselves that interacts with the everyday reality of ourselves and our audience. I think this is what I enjoy the most in theatre - creating this reality with others, for the sake of another that we live everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, before we hail theatre for being the (aesthetic) mommy/child/battle ground of all other art forms, being capable of inviting, gathering with open arms other art forms and pulling them together in its belly, it is first, foremost and al-ready, for me, what other forms of communication discretely are.  It is informal yet structured, determined yet spontaneousus, discursive yet entertaining, grounded in space and time (the place of performance) yet free of its tyranny, introspective yet empathetically remonstrative, protest-ive (inventions! inventions!), capable of different levels of address (from a collective to an individual) and most of all live, corporeal yet imaginative, ephemeral. It could be each one of these or all-at-once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, this is not an argumentnt in favour of theatre against other forms, but merely a personal preference for it, keeping in mind my own limitations (of finance, of other social disabilities and the like) as a person. Nor is this any justification for theatre's limited means.  I do believe theatre could do with far more human, financial, infrastructural and technical support than at present might be allowed/accessible to it and a lot more good will have been done then. But, while all these elements are becoming vital for its generic growth and survival, they still aren't (and never shall be) essential to making theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is dispensable, but for (an empty) space, a performer and somebody watching!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-113789466991999301?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/113789466991999301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/113789466991999301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2006/01/why-theatre.html' title='Why theatre?'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-113735752493028340</id><published>2006-01-16T01:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-16T02:08:47.963+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Text'/><title type='text'>RESEARCH PROPOSAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Term I, 2005-06, MA Visual Language of Performance, WSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This research paper aims to work in a two-fold manner. First, it outlines the context in which the research is placed and second, it seeks to develop a methodology by which the context of research will be developed into an original, multi-media performance through the process of rehearsals with performer/s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The context of this paper is the examination of altered gender identity in the wake of trans-gender practice and trans-sexuality. The Indian hijra community serves as the initial point of departure as case study of trans-sexuality as it exists (and that has existed for centuries) in the subcontinent and the mythology of the hijra that lends its legend to the community’s continued presence and struggle on the margins of social sphere.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender realities are a major construct of our surrounding social realties. I call them a construct, and not a naturally occurring phenomenon as is traditionally understood to be the case. Like all social realities, that are a product of evolution of human beliefs and ideas through the thread of tradition in time, perception and practice of gender (and gender roles) is also a derived idea. Its manifestations are as varying and distinctive as there are different cultures and civilizations. It is hardly an exaggeration to state that gender identity is as much discursive as it may be biological, and by that very nature open to interpretation, beliefs and local practice. By this very logic, gender identity then becomes subservient to the complicated expanse of the human predicament rather than dictating its very nature. Gender identity (and the emerging gender role) now stands, not as eternally unshakeable way of being but an option of expression of self that one can choose for oneself. This paper will deal with the issue of trans-gender identity and how trans-sexuality and its performative practice subvert (and often advertently re-iterate) the performance of traditional and modern gender roles in eastern and western cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This research paper is interested in exploring the ambiguous nature of trans-sexuality through the legend of the ardh-narishwar in Hindu mythology. Half-man, half woman, this avatar of lord Shiva has been hailed for centuries for representing the perfect state of being. If this legend lends a mythology of origin to the hijra community, so does it harbour ideas that question some elementary belief systems of the community itself. The community prides itself in absorbing and re-gurgitating the ‘feminine’, trying its best to overcome and override its masculinity by castration and other less biologically extreme ways. In this way, most sects end up re-emphasizing the Indian gender stereotype by adorning sarees, bangles and keeping long hair, believing that by this apparent transformation, the (performative) identity of other gender is attained. This paper attempts to relate to (and in this sense, return and revise) the idea of the trans-sexual by (re) visiting the metaphor of the ardh-narishwar today. It seeks to investigate the growing difference between the legend and its communal manifestation, and contrast the idea of the transsexual in orient and occidental cultures. It asks whether there may be (or has been) an alternate (gender) identity (and a third gender?) made possible through and in the practice of trans-sexuality, and in this way talk back to the dichotomies of the ‘he’, the ‘she’ and overlapping identities of the trans-gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In an age where most creative production is bound by financial and administrative considerations and perception and address of artistic endeavours multi-layered, fragmented and suffering from media onslaught there are limited options that theatre, or performance arts, can choose from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these is the return of performance arts to the intimacy and trust in address (and in space) of a performance that only the local and traditional arts could boast of. A single performer (at most two) putting on personas of characters in order to tell a story in a folk idiom, where the distinguishing line between the performer as entertainer and actor with his personas and characters never gets blurred. Bertolt Brecht has often quoted this phenomenon in his development of the ‘alienation effect’ for his actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the method to develop this ‘return’ needs to be re-invented afresh. Unlike the Grotowskian belief (where the ritual of the actor is sufficient to invoke meaning in performance), it is evident today that a single actor-body in performance is no longer sufficient to express and invoke multi-layered meanings. Multi-media and the need of the (ephemeral) image need to take charge where the actor may not go. But unlike the present approaches which see multimedia as another support tool for the performer, I conceive it to be a presence and thereby an intervention of the performer who does not perform, namely the director.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rehearsals may happen in three stages. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The performer improvises pieces in a collage-like fashion with text (factual and fictional) and materials, identifying and experiencing moments where s/he engages fully with the context in the first stage. In this stage, emphasis is to be laid on the psychological and physical engagement of the performer with the context, where the director locates moments how, when and where this engagement can be interrupted and challenged with media. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Spatial and multimedia stimulus is to drive the second stage of rehearsals towards developing a non-linear, multi-layered narrative exploration through the confrontation of the actor with the media. It is here that the possibility of conflict is to be explored between the actor and the surrounding space and media. This stage should be able to construct a skeletal structure of the final performance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And the third stage may see the grind of runs wherein the collage is pulled together to chart out a performance journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim of this methodology is to create a directorial and performance aesthetic that emerges from the organic truth of the makers prioritizing the interaction between the performance and its audience and to investigate the creation of alternative relationships between pleasure and culture. It also seeks to relocate the position of the director as a conceptualiser, facilitator (of design in space and media) and a non-performing artist. As is evident, the latter part of this paper prepares a map of practice ‘on-the-floor’, the premise of which needs to be tested before any degree of reflection is possible.              &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bibliography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braun, Edward, &lt;em&gt;The Director And The Stage: From Naturalism To Grotowski&lt;/em&gt;, Great Britain, Methuen London ltd (1985).&lt;br /&gt;Butler, Judith, &lt;em&gt;Bodies That Matter: On The Discursive Limits Of ‘Sex’&lt;/em&gt;, New York, Routledge (1993).&lt;br /&gt;Butler, Judith, &lt;em&gt;Gender Trouble: Feminism And The Subversion Of Identity&lt;/em&gt;, New York, Routledge (1990).&lt;br /&gt;Foucault, Michel, &lt;em&gt;The History Of Sexuality&lt;/em&gt; Volume I: &lt;em&gt;An Introduction&lt;/em&gt;, Hurley (trans.), New York, Vintage (1980).&lt;br /&gt;Open University, &lt;em&gt;Popular Culture:&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Form And Meaning&lt;/em&gt; Block 4, Unit 16 &amp; 17, &lt;em&gt;Pleasure&lt;/em&gt;, Great Britain, Pindar Print Ltd.(1981)&lt;br /&gt;Sullivan, Nikki, &lt;em&gt;A Critical Introduction To Queer Theory&lt;/em&gt;, Edinburgh, Edinburgh University Press (2003).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Further Reading&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delgado, M. Maria &amp; Heritage, Paul, &lt;em&gt;In Contact With The Gods: Directors Talk Theatre&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bloom, Michael, &lt;em&gt;Thinking Like A Director: A Practical Handbook&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Shepherd Simon, &lt;em&gt;Theatre, Body And Pleasure&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Bachellard, &lt;em&gt;The Poetics Of Space&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-113735752493028340?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/113735752493028340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/113735752493028340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2006/01/research-proposal.html' title='RESEARCH PROPOSAL'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-113041407895598210</id><published>2005-10-27T17:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:24:39.110+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Text'/><title type='text'>And this, more recent thoughts around the same subject...</title><content type='html'>The whole idea of picking up an existing theatre text and asking whether it needs to be adapted or not, bases itself on the traditionally central importance and presence of a text in the first place. It is a condition to begin to do a play that all of us have assumed (with well-founded reasons for it to be so, ofcourse) : as performers we must look for a piece of text (classic, contemporary or unheard of) and then begin to build our performance on (and sometimes) around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More often than not, this is an attempt to make up for our own lack of writing/scripting skills - we would have written the plays we perform if we possessed the talent, being the popular belief!. We pick up words that already have been through a crucial filtration (the act of publishing, previous performances, reviews etc., their quality of test and critique rest assured). We then find it more objective (convenient too, may be?) to engage and disengage (in parts) with the words and thoughts of the script-writer through our process of rehearsals and our eventual performance.This is all very well. But if we, as theatre directors, acknowledge our limited play - writing talents, yet feel the need to re-write and adapt, that stems out of our will to contemporarise our performances, is then adaptation the only way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in the middle of a project that might end up addressing this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The project, led by Douglas O’Connell (MA Tutor, Visual Language of Performance, Wimbledon School of Art) began with an idea - investigating 'safety' in present London. And underlying is the methodology we are following to work towards our performance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step1 –  to interview people on ideas of safety and record these on tapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2 – edit these interviews individually (in audio format) to build a narrative (linear or non-linear), convert them into soundscapes and discover links, overlaps within them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step3 – pick-out the overlaps and frame/invent a live performance around it by:&lt;br /&gt;a) choosing or writing pieces of texts (narrative, poetry, reports…anything that is relevant), b) selecting and creating images and moving pictures/graphics for the projected media&lt;br /&gt;c) designing space and creating atmosphere with all the above elements in it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4 -  rehearsing with actors and with all of the above elements&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5 – uploading the soundscapes (with interviews as narratives, refer step – 2) on a pre-selected site on the web (the site that is up already to publicise the play) and encouraging audience members to download any soundscape (which they most relate to) onto their i-pods, mp3-players or burn them on to a disc. (for people without one, very basic and cheap mp3 players are available at ticket counters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6 – the structure of  performance:&lt;br /&gt;a) on the day of the show, audience members are asked to collect at various points in the city, to locate a performer there and immediately put their ipods,mp3 (which already has the soundscape) on.&lt;br /&gt;b) follow the performer through the city as they listen to the soundscape, to the site of performance and witness the successive performance in that space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have noticed, the piece restricts its target audience (only techno-savvy and techno-willing can participate). Nevertheless, the piece goes well beyond the obvious implications of the word `safe(ty)' (the interviews are to explore personal and private notions, fears and activities attached to the word where the interpretation of the word `safe' is broad-based and open-ended to facilitate all understandings of its layers). It is also intended to play around with the function of technology (in this case, our ipods and the like, that create self-absorbing/obsessive `safe' worlds) that actually, increasingly isolates us rather than connecting us. As theatre workers, this project is evidently pushing us out of our own safety-nets too, by challenging our conceived ideas of building, rehearsing and performing theatre. And in so doing, it intends to transcend the conventional 'safe' notions of how a theatre performance works or should work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still in the middle stages of this project and the parameters are shifting as we are progress…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-113041407895598210?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/113041407895598210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/113041407895598210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-this-more-recent-thoughts-around.html' title='And this, more recent thoughts around the same subject...'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18041807.post-113041284686937595</id><published>2005-10-27T17:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:30:23.478+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Text'/><title type='text'>Of The Past &amp; Present</title><content type='html'>The following is extracted from an article I wrote for a theatre magazine eSeagull Theatre Quarterly (in India) recently. Its a collection of thoughts on the relevance of adaptation of texts in theatre today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...All of us have come across ‘period literature’ of varying nature and intensity. A sensitive piece of period literature, that would have been very contemporary when written, not only illustrates its own times (in painstakingly minute physical detail), but also becomes a breathing slice of the times it is written in. I often love to, for example, smell a Premchand situation and character while reading his pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the issue of representation of a period acquires several dimensions once a text is picked up by the Arts – Performing Arts, Fine Arts or the Media. While Periodisation is perhaps at its most authentic in say, a museum that preserves utensils, clothes, coins, weapons etc. of a certain period, it begins to get framed and negotiated as our medium of viewing changes. A documentary or a photograph of a period might capture a period with the least artistic and interpretive aspirations. But as one moves to narratives (that can include personal accounts, stories and plays), Fine Arts and Performance Arts that attempt to deal in and with a period, these very aspirations play a huge role. Plays and films often seek to recreate the text’s atmosphere, situation and characters hoping that this would invoke the period in question. Reverence for the creator of the piece (in most cases, the ‘sacred’ writer) automatically bars the possibility of thoughts and ideas that re-contextualise the piece, fearing that this might compromise the creator’s merits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By its very nature, historisization is necessarily a subjective act – of the mind that expresses (that, which documents, fictionalizes or illustrates), of the publisher, the producer and of the time in which it is read. This issue of representation of a period, especially in Performance Art, is not without problems: the first and foremost being authenticity. While a script or a story may instruct about its times’ social fabric through a situation, plot, characters and language, comprehensive knowledge about the period in question is still inaccessible. Other sources like documentation in books are pieces of information. They can inform us about building material, clothing, lifestyles but can not sensitise us to their lives. Unlike the classical dances, theatre does not even possess a preserved grammar of gesture and performance that, to some degree, becomes a visual (behavioural) and aural characteristic of a particular period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for representation’s sake, performing groups tend to imitate how representations before theirs have been constructed i.e. in films, plays, paintings etc. and in the process end up becoming a copy of a copy of a copy….! (The kotha scene is a classic example –one only needs to visit the raw business-like quality of a kotha to contrast it with Bollywood films that have always played this scene with a decorative sensuality to seduce its viewer.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, the same story or script is picked up in different times and inevitably performed differently even if the intention is to recreate the story’s period precisely. This could be the result of increasing information, evolving performance formats, technological advancements, social and commercial commitments and an ever-changing sub-conscious understanding of the world we live in. A two-hour play is barely manageable today while a full-length (3hr.) was a norm not so long ago. Let alone the times when plays ran for an entire day or the whole night! (They still do, but in parts of the world that are very different from ours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The piece of period text is then, an instrument – of expressing the writer’s sensibilities, the producer or publisher’s intentions, the performing group’s commitments and its audience understandings. This inevitable subjective permeation through individual and social frames, uncontrollably and (un) consciously upsets the process of looking at a period objectively. This makes it impossible to access the period in question in its authentic entirety. So does this mean that period plays cannot be done?No, and yes. No, because it is an impossible and hollow task (Apart from showcasing the skills of an actor or a director, it serves no other purpose). Yes, because it can be extremely useful in re-assessing our situation today. And this is possible only through the process of adaptation. We must ‘touch’ the performance of period texts in ways that transport them to our current times. This can happen through directorial, authorial, actor-al, visual and/or aural interventions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adaptation can mean different things at different times. Representational alterations without touching the text - Anuradha Kapur’s Antigone used video illustration of Gujarat riot victims to re-locate Antigone’s testimony and Peter Brook’s Mahabharat played the epic out in a savage, primitive land. Interpretation confrontations - Dinesh Thakur’s Anji extended the closure of performance by hanging herself where the play-text ends at a monologue before. And Text re-writing, devised and improvised pieces - Roysten Able’s Othelo built a whole structures on and around the original piece. These are examples of interventions that place the viewer’s contemporary sensibilities within a period text. Even the much-cursed commercial interests - the romanticised notion of the ‘wild, wild west’ and the international sale of the traditional and exotic India, make representations belong to a ‘global’ age!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is only here that the performing team actually contributes. It is not only in what it does but how it does what it does that it shares its presence with the author and the audience. Its only when these texts, especially period-specific ones, have been engaged with, through the body of the performer and the mind of the performing team, that they would cease to be false museum pieces and breathe a life of their own. Adaptation, then becomes truly a social and political act that is ‘performed’ between the performing team and the audience. Only here will ‘Periodation’ cease to be a false attempt in looking at a period objectively or at constructing hollow notions, types and images of a particular ‘times’ in question. Instead, it will begin to be an instrument through which we can debate our today by looking at our history, our present through our past. Adapt-less performance pieces are illegitimate (or rather legitimate) children of popular myths, mindless belief-systems and the ever-exploding media kitsch...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18041807-113041284686937595?l=amiteshgrover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/113041284686937595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18041807/posts/default/113041284686937595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amiteshgrover.blogspot.com/2005/10/of-past-present_27.html' title='Of The Past &amp; Present'/><author><name>Amitesh Grover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08613367964457558015</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
