We began the module with reading the poems of Jean Nicolas Arthur Rimbaud who was a French poet known for his transgressive and surreal themes and for his influence on modern literature and arts, prefiguring surrealism.
The module was divided in four parts: formation of space, drawing the space, writings about the space and then acting the skit about the space.
Poem:
ON SUMMER NIGHTS
On summer nights, before the shining shop windows,
When the sap pulses beneath the tarnished halos
Formed by the grillwork at the feet of fragile elms,
Leaving black gatherings, gay groups or stay-at-homes,
Who light up cheap cigars and pipes and puff away,
Into this narrow, half-stone stall I wend my way.
While overhead hangs a poster-I bled, it states I imagine that winter also inundates
Tibet in running water, washing the yellow tide,
And that the winter wind spares nothing left outside
Formation and setup of the space:
We wanted to give a feeling of crowd in our setup. I was teamed up with two other classmates of mine in this task.
Writings about the space:
"O Bhaisaab, thoda side do na."
(आता काय त्याच्या डोक्यावर चढू का?)
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[shouting close to me]
"40 ka dozen, 40 ka dozen"
(थोडं बाजूला जाऊन बोलाना काका, एवढं काय चिटकताय?)
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[talking on phone with his wife]
"Tamatar aur Aloo chodke aur kya lana hai...kitna, aadha kilo? Kya...kya boli...sunai nahi dera.
(किती वेळ घेतोय हा माणूस, घरीच विचारून यायच ना, आम्ही काय मोकळे उभे आहोत का इकडे)
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"Bhaiya ye lena hai toh bolo warna aage badho
Kya bola tu, tameez se bol.
Saab apke jitna fukat nahi hu mein..."
(यार काय बेशिस्त माणसं आहेत, कूठे ही चालू होतात)
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[a huge mob of buyers approaches the place]
(बापरे, काय गर्दी आहे ही, मला तर काहीच सुधरत नाही ए)
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[a fast two wheeler approaches the crowd]
(काय अंधळा आहे की काय हा मूलगा, दिसत नाही का येला की इकडे किती गर्दी ए)
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Team Member:
Devvrat S.
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