‘Tumhari Amrita’ is a play in Hindustani written by Javed Siddique and directed by Feroz Abbas Khan. It is an Indian context adaptation of A. Gurney’s hugely popular American play, Love Letters (1988) in Epistolary form (a form of play written as a series of documents like letters, diary entries or newspaper articles). Jan 04, 2015 ‘Tumhari Amrita’ ran for 21 years worldwide, including unlikely countries like Norway. The first performance was held on February 27, 1992, at Prithvi Theatre.

The play that has a starcast of Shabana Azmi and Farooq Sheikh,is always a must watch. Ever sinceI had read about the play, I was looking out for any performance happening in Mumbai. Luckily, I came across one at theTata Theatre, NCPA.

Yes, the tickets were slightly costly i.e. Rs. 320, which is more than our average budget of an IITian’s play watching allowance (which is not more than 80rs on a Tuesday Prithvi Show). But then, not every day you get a chance to watch Shabana Azmi and Farooque Shiekh perform, and that too on the prestigious stage of the Tata Theatre at NCPA.

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‘Tumhari Amrita’ is a play in Hindustani written by Javed Siddique and directed by Feroz Abbas Khan. It is an Indian context adaptation of A. R. Gurney’s hugely popular American play, Love Letters (1988) in Epistolary form (a form of play written as a series of documents like letters, diary entries or newspaper articles). It made its debut on the February 28, 1992 and has been performed more than 300 times in the past 19 years.

It is a love story told through the exchange of love letters spanning 35 years between two people from very different backgrounds. The story revolves around the two chief characters, Amrita Nigam (Shabana Azmi) and Zulfikar Haider (Farooq Sheikh), starting with Amrita’s eighth birthday party in the 1940, when she first wrote to the ten-year-old Zulfi.

The play has the simplest production and lights and sounds that I have seen in theatre. There were just two chairs and two tables in terms of prod. The actors remained seated all the time, did not memorize the script and just read out the letters kept on their writing desks throughout the performance. In terms of lights, there were just two overhead spots on the two actors and no background music at all.

The beauty of the play lies in the way the story unfolds through the letters. It spanned over a period of 35 years and the pains and joys that the characters go through from childhood to adulthood, are depicted utmost convincingly only by the emotions and modulations in the reading by the two accomplished actors. There must have been more than 50 letters that each of them read and the flow of the story was brilliant.

Among the things I liked the most about the narrative, were the casual “Naye Saal ki Shubhkamanaaye” and “Happy Birthday” letters that came during the course of the story. The casual non-chalant use of these provided perfect pauses between the interactions through the letters. Although the play had a serious story and relationship budding through it, the humour through the some of the letters and specifically the description of the sketches made by Amrita Nigam (Shabana Azmi) kept the audience alive and smiling.

There were times in between, possibly post interval, when the narrative started to get slightly lengthy but it was more than made up with the amazing end. The last letters by both the characters ended the play on a great high. Farooq Sheikh was really good especially his Hindustani diction, with the flavour of his typical Urdu accent. Although, it is tough to compare between actors of such stature, but Shabana Azmi stole the show for me. It must have been because her character gave her a lot of variety but her smile and the depiction of the wild streak in the painter, Amrita Nigam came out amazingly well through her portrayal.

Lastly, I’d say it surely is a play worth watching for a completely different theatrical experience. It teaches you the power of a script. It shows that you don’t necessarily need awesome technical requirements to create an impactful play; you just need a story worth telling and the vision to tell it in a unique yet simple manner.

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Where did you find him? - OutsideGrant Road railway station.

Grant Road.

He was unconscious but sometimes he speaks a little.

Did he give his name?

Harilal!

What is your father's name?

Try to speak

Gandhi

Mr. Gandhi.

Henry.

Mr. Gandhi, can I've a word.

What?

Can I've a word?

Can it wait?

It is urgent.

Well then.

Ramaiyya. Keep the weeds turning.

Yes, Henry.

Here it is.

The heading, read it.

He's dead and burnt.

Do you not find somethingwrong with this?

He's dead and burnt.

No.

Here we are.

Mr. Gandhi. This is an article I took great pains...

...about the president of South Africa.

My heading was 'He's dead and buried'.

And what is written here?

He's dead and burnt.

As a Christian...

...this is equivalent to going to hell.

You assured me that you'd personally do the proof reading.

All thesesundry people...

...you've gathered here.

Everywhere.

They've no respect for the detail.

Even for a dead man.

I am sorry, Henry. We'll issue a clarification.

You know, as a Hindu I can understand.

The people at the press believe...

...that all dead, normally find emancipation by burning.

And come to think of it.

When you're dead, you're simply dead.

It's only when you're alive...

...you make all the difference to the world.

In life, life counts... - Mr. Gandhi, please.

Don't condone a serious lapse...

...with religious abstractions.

In the future, I think...

...I will sit right by the printing machine...

...and check all my own articles.

Henry.

Maybe you can also join us in turning the wheel.

Kastur! Kastur!

Mr. Calinburg. - Yes.

Can you pleasefinish this today?

I will do my best, Mrs. Gandhi.

Thank you.

Kastur!

Out there in that press, do you throwcolour on each other?

Not at all...

just blackprinting ink; we work very hard

and it's hot extremely hot out there

Anyway, there's a letter from Rajkot

From Hari?

How is he? - He is fine, having fun

I erred in my judgement...

...Kastur, shouldn't have left him alone in Rajkot

I warned you, but you wanted him to stay there

to get an education in our mother tongue.

But no schoolteaches that here

Why go to school for education? He can learneverything here in Phoenix

See, your disciples have arrived

Manilal, Ramdas, Devdas, three sons,

three fine examples of your education

All day, they're working in the fields,

minding the cows, kneading dough,

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nursing the sick or singing prayers; what are our children becoming?

You heap worry upon worry

But our children need formal education

Hard work, self control, compassion, selfless service

these are values no school can provide

School teacheslearning by rote. It does not build character

I've heard this before

See you later at the prayer meeting, Mr. Gandhi.

By the way, Harilal is getting married

Really?

He just informed me. No permission sought

He knows you'd surely object, won't you?

Marriage, at such a young age? What's the hurry?

Well, we got married when we were 13. You were in quite a hurry then

I stillregret it. - What!

No, I mean, it was wrong on the part of our parents,

considering our age

Listen

It is you who choseGulab for Hari

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You got them engaged four years ago

How long can they wait?

Kastur, you know my views well

Even so,

if...

he insists on marryingagainst my wishes, then so be it

But I, his father...

must then... stop thinking of Harilal as my son

Look into the camera.

Smile.

Don't move, please

Smile.

Your father has not disowned you. He's disappointed, that's all

I don't know, Gulab. I want to educate myself,

to become a barrister, like him. Yet,