Broken Images Vs Bhikre Bimb: A Review


Bhikre Bimb Vs Broken Images





Play: Broken Images

Cast: Shabana Azmi and Shabana Azmi’s Image (Conscience)

Written By: Girish Karnad

Directed By: Alyque Padamsee

Venue: Chowdiah Memorial Hall, Bangalore













Play: Bhikre Bimb

Cast: Arundhati Nag and Arundhati Nag’s Image (Conscience)

Written By: Girish Karnad

Directed By: Girish Karnad

Venue: RangaShankara, Bangalore






The Crowd at Chowdiah Memorial Hall on July 19 2012:

There were no tattoos on the left side just below the shoulder blade this time! Nonetheless the crowd was intellectual or apparently intellectual yet again. The English was fluent, the wardrobe was starched, the necklace was loud and clear!

The Plot:

Two sisters Manjula Nayak and Nalini Nayak grow up in a well to do Kannada (Hindi for Broken Images) family. However Nalini is paralysed from the waist and below and gets more attention of the two. Attention is not limited to parental care (where Nalini is brought up by her parents themselves whereas Manjula is brought up at her grandparents place) but also to the inheritance of property.

While Nalini is given the palatial house in Kormangala as inheritance by her parents Manjula does not have the same proportionate share.

Nonetheless Manjula is happily married to Pramod, a software engineer, who had fallen for her. Two letters written by Pramod one to Manjula and the other to Lucy (Manjula’s close friend) reach the wrong hands and Manjula comes to know of the latter’s love for her. However there is a doubt if Pramod was sure that he was in love with Manjula or it was just infatuation as the events that happen in their life later seem to suggest.

Manjula pursues her career as a lecturer in Hindi in a college while settled down in J.P. Nagar and Pramod works from home, a privilege many enjoy (or regret) in multi-national I.T. companies in India.

After Manjula and Nalini’s parents die, Manjula brings her sister to her house in J.P. Nagar from the ancestral palatial house in Kormangala. Lust for wealth was a trigger behind this or love for one's sibling, is not clear though!

Nalini and Pramod are left at home alone while Manjula goes to college to work.
The cook, nurse, milk-man, news-paper runner and domestic help are there to occasionally help them.

But for the fact that Nalini was paralysed below the waist and had to spend her whole life on a wheelchair, she was actually prettier, intelligent and a step ahead than her elder sister Manjula in everything that a man looks up to in a woman.

Pramod quickly develops an intellectual intimacy to his sister-in-law spurred on by the above facts.

It’s never understood in black and white that the duo’s (Pramod and his sister-in-law) intellectual and platonic admiration culminates onto the bed. However, Manjula often feels that her husband though with her on the bed was actually fancying her paralysed sister Nalini.

She tries in vain to catch them red-handed and ends up only feeling herself as a foreigner in her own house.

During the last months of her life Nalini is keenly grossed in writing her book on her laptop. Manjula notices this but does not give it much attention to.

As Nalini passes away Manjula is both sad and relieved. Sad for her only sibling is no more and relieved that she is no more a foreigner in her own house.

The story takes a cruel and unexpected turn here.
Manjula desperately is in search of the book that her late sister was working upon. She finds no trace of it in her house. Her trail for the book takes Manjula to her husband’s office where she locates the printed version of the book in his cup-board. Pramod had created an office of his own to work after his sister-in-law’s death.

She reads the whole story of the book and realizes that the villain in the trio characters of the book is no one else but herself. Nalini had been observing her elder sister’s insecurity and jealousy and self-centeredness. She spills it all in the book, probably her only ventilation point.

Manjula does something now which would go down into history as an epitome of an act of 
jealousy and self-centeredness, maybe also as an act of self-preservation.
She sends the manuscripts to a publisher in U.K. and carefully changing the author of the book as M. Nayak from N. Nayak (Manjula from Nalini)

The book becomes an international bestseller with fortunes good enough to make Manjula give up her job of Hindi Lecturer.

Pramod by now disturbed with this plagiarism by his wife leaves for U.S., forever. Not sure though whether his wife’s plagiarism was the sole cause of this step or it was also the absence of Nalini in his house in J.P. Nagar, quite likely, both but in different proportions.

Manjula is left all alone basking in her success as a writer but being haunted by her images on all sides albeit broken and in introspection.

Critical Comparison of Bhikre Bimb (Arundhati Nag at RangaShankara) and Broken Images (Shabana Azmi at Chowdiah Memorial Hall)

On any day the performance by Arundhati Nag at RangaShankara as the protagonist of this Girish Karnad’s masterpiece would score over the one by Shabana Azmi at Chowdiah Memorial for reasons more than one, a few of them mentioned below.
Manjula storms into the news room at RangaShankara nowhere from within the audience scratching her upper thighs, pricking her nose, checking her blouse, provoking amorousness or disdain.

Manjula at Chowdiah Memorial enters into the news room not in herself but cautious of the things around. In fact, it’s not Manjula who enters but a person who is going to be Manjula for the remaining hour.

The opening scene tells it all.

The plot in Broken Images has been slightly changed to cleverly depict the rift between the “Hindi” speaking and the “Punjabi” speaking communities and Kamala Nagar and Gurgaon on those lines; the plot in Bhikre Bimb talks of the rift between Kannadigas (people speaking Kannada) and “North Indians” and J.P. Nagar and Kormangala on those lines.

The characters have their surnames changed.

Bhikre Bimb scores over Broken Images on several occasions. Manjula in Bhikre Bimb is energetic and can jump around the floor to bring out the hypocrisy of the society with much intensity than the Manjula (Malini) in Broken Images.

There are too much of props in Broken Images which distract the audience from the sole performer on the stage. The overdose of lights and music do no better than further reduce the intensity of the emotions being ventilated by Malini in Broken Images unlike those of Manjula in Bhikre Bimb.

Author's Note

Nonetheless Broken Images is undoubtedly a great performance and a voice from behind could be heard “O GOD! Shit!” when Malini confesses of the plagiarism to her image in Broken Images.
Moreover, one would pay hundred times to see his childhood crush perform live in front of him whether it is in Broken Images or “Tumhari Amrita”. Albeit Zulfi and Amrita both need a younger and high pitched voices than the ones they had on 13th July 2012 in Bangalore.

The play by the intensity of emotions may be called as an "adult only" play. Still there were kids around!

Comments

  1. Another wonderful narration of an absorbing story! I must say you were very observant during the play which is evident from the details you have brought to us and in the leisure as well ! Alas !you could not find the tattoo this time. :P

    I felt some kind of sympathy with Manjula which has been attributed all kind of Wamp-like adjectives in this narration when the story was almost halfway.I believe the dark side of human emotions which developed in Manjula was quite natural. I don't expect a saintly behaviour from someone who faces injustice in some form and he/she can not do anything about it without suffering a loss. Whoever be the culprit, it is hard to digest what Manjula suffered.
    "Broken images" and "Tumhari Amrita" bring me to a hasty conclusion that death plays an important part in a play. it reveals more about the characters be it Zulfi or Nalini or Pramod. However , At the end some of those adjectives stood a little more more justified.
    Thnaks for the FREE show. Keep posting! :)

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  2. Indeed Manjula is the actual victim here with whom you feel more pity than hate her for plagiarism..if one person who can be really talked tough to is Pramod, I guess!

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  3. Excellent write-up to sum up the finer subtleties of the two versions!

    It all seems so much plausible, as what else can you expect from an attention-property-love starved sister, and the story yet again portrays the naivety of Manjula (the neglected sister) when she could have been so much more understanding seeing the plight of her sister, I guess the Director wanted to be more real than moral.

    The behaviour of Pramod was perplexing as to why he took the extreme decision of going abroad forever.
    Was it because of the act of plagiarism, I hope not, as after all who hates free money? And we're not living in a world of true love(apparently Nalini's), are we?

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  4. Nalini's love was true neither for if it had been she would have excused herself from her sister's house and stayed alone rather than complicating things there.....
    "Love seeketh not itself to please
    Nor for itself hath any care;
    But for the other gives its ease
    And build a heaven in a hell's despair!"

    So easy to preach....

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  5. Forgot to add....you can't be naive when your love is on the bed with someone either mentally or physically!!!

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    1. Fantastic portrayal of another sensitive story.
      Even though it is a layered portrayal of the characters, the one incident which stands out for me is the moment when Pramod leaves Manjula.
      Whether it was in self-guilt for having had come so close to Nalini, when what was expected was sisterly love or the usurping of fame by Manjula - He leaves her and we find him weak. Maybe he was, maybe he wasnt... Maybe he was one of those who turn into something big when they leave all behind .....

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