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“Upper caste people who want HIV-related information are forced to come to me,” he says. “I feel very good when I can help them.”
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“When you realize you can actually save someone’s life by changing his behaviour, you get a satisfaction that you would not get even if someone paid you one lakh rupees. It’s like clearing the leprosy of the mind.”
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MY MOTHER, THE GHARWALI, HER MAALAK, HIS WIFE
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'My Mother, The Gharwali...' looks at 24 hours in the lives of the poeple who live in or pass through the galli (street) in which Leena lives. Hear them speak heir own stories, talk their own tales and re-imagine their own realities. Meet the usual suspects- the paanpatti wala, the goonda, the children, the regulars. See them as they are. Get involved in their lives feel overjoyed, indignant, angry, sad and make merry with them. Just remember, what happens there in these 24 hours, happenes in their galli everyday.
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In March 2004, almost 75 women in prostitution and their teenage sons assembled in Sangli to do a workshop on theatre. None of them had ever acted before. None of them wanted to be performers. All of them wanted to tell their stories.
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The four-day workshop introduced them to the basics of performance: acting, voice, sets, costumes, music, lights, action. It gave them a glimpse into the power of theatre. Although they were not 'performers', they instinctively understood that theatre could be vital ally in representing thier own realities - from their own perspectives.
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A group of 25 women and their sons formed a theatre group and started performing in their own communities. They rented costumes from local suppliers, rehearsed scenes on their own and took it all quite seriously. So much so that when a group of local thugs asked them to cut out the 'goonda' scene, they refused to perform.
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My Mother, The Gharwali...is born out of this slow journey of struggle, faith and discovery.
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