Of
course, truth.
Saleem,
a young man, is seeking truth. He has good friends, a pretty woman who loves
him, and a caring mother, in his life.
Saleem’s
mother Fatima advises him: “Before you presume to seek the greater truths, you
must learn to distinguish between right and wrong in simple everyday things.”
Oblivious
to their presence and their sentiments towards him, Saleem goes in in his
search for truth but at the end of the day he is left alone.
He
finds a bitter truth: “Life is as complicated as we make it”.
The
bitter truth comes out of a powerful performance in three-act stage play
Foothold, presented by the Kinnaird College Najamuddin Dramatics Society.
The
club staged the drama, beautifully penned by poet Taufiq Rafat, on Friday and
Saturday in front of a packed audience. Pin drop silence, occasional laughter
and thunder of applause spoke volume of the perfection of acting, set design,
dialogue delivery and direction. The event was attended by the Kinnaird College
community.
The
play, Pakistan’s first full length English, which Taufiq Rafat wrote in 1969,
remains unpublished till date and has been performed twice – once in 1969 and
then 2008 (that was in fact a performed reading by the NCA).
The
play opens at a railway station platform, a metaphorical place of departures
and arrivals. As typical Pakistani railway stations are a place of dirt, and
refuge for homeless and passengers, the set is strewn with fallen rusting
leaves, and is home to two disciples and a station master. A peasant woman is
waiting for the train, which never arrives. Saleem, disciples and the station
master get themselves indulged in discussion on truth. As disciples would like
to seek truth through faith or religion, Saleem dismisses the narrative.
“Religion is not merely prayer, Fast and Pilgrimage. There is something more,” he says in a dismissive tone.
“Your sympathy is worse than your cruelty,” complains Nasreen about his indifference. She sobs, “I wish I had never met you.”
As
he is advised to turn to worship, prayers and a life like a malang, Saleem
says: I 've wept, have been a lone worshipper in a ruined mosque for lost
innocent the faith that was.
“A
prayer is an appeal to God, not to lessen suffering, but to give it a motive.
Not the repeating of accepted formulas the singsong rote and practiced
waist-bend, but the saffron hour of expectation for the simple and expected
answer."
Disappointed,
Saleem turns to his fried Mustafa house. There his beloved Nasreen, his
longtime friend Ali and mother Fatima try to keep him on the track. He, however,
keeps brooding over his invisible destination that hurt the feelings and
sentiments of those attached to him.
“Your
sympathy is worse than your cruelty,” complains Nasreen about his indifference.
She sobs, “I wish I had never met you.”
When
they see futility in their tries to convince the central character, friends and
family taunt and prick Saleem over his oscillating nature.
The
play though philosophical in nature, provides comic relief to the audience
through the characters of a vendor and a police man, who see life in pleasures
of everyday life.
The
play is reminiscent of Gautam’s quest for nirvana to become the Buddha, or the
Sufi acolyte or talib’s to realise mystic ‘Irfan’.
It
interprets that journey for self-discovery in a modern middle-class setting.
Saleem,
however, suffers angst and taunts. But that work as towards the end of the
play, he gradually begins to comprehend that enlightenment comes through a
balanced life.
That
is what the station master teaches him showing him the railway track, where two
lines run parallel. The two lines keep the train balanced and on the track.
Of
course, truth is to keep the life balanced.
That
is a bitter truth indeed.
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