Monday, February 12, 2007

swar thounaojam, author of turel, harassed

Swar Thounaojam is a playwright from Manipur, currently based in Bangalore.

Her excellent play, Turel, was part of Writers' Bloc 2.

The last few days, she has been facing harassment in Bangalore.
She has filed a case and she and her husband, Amit, are fighting the case.

Amit has regular updates on his blog.
On 5th Feb, the Cauvery verdict was announced. A local KMF retailer in my neighbourhood overcharges each time there is a hint of trouble in the city. At 8:30 in the evening, my wife went to buy milk from this chap. As usual he was demanding more money than the MRP. She brought to his notice that overcharging is illegal under the Packaged Commodities Rules (PCR), which state that any trader charging more than the MRP mentioned on the package can be prosecuted. Upon hearing this, he turned extremely abusive and verbally assaulted her. He insulted her, threatened her with physical and sexual harm and physically intimidated her. A crowd gathered but nary a person came to her rescue and to restrain the milkman.

See the original post.


Related links: Amit's blog

1 comment:

vijay said...

This is not just a laughing "entertainment" kind of matter, you twit! There's merit in a number of arguments that we have raised as writers. You don’t see it because although you call yourself a theatre person, you can’t read sub text. Let me tell you-

a) Clearly you are not objective. You don't rubbish all the plays. You say good things about Swar's play. You praise Ira’s writing. Then how dare you pick on writers like Vijay Nair who have delusions of grandeur? If you were objective and rubbished all our plays, your review may have had some credibility. And if you had to be subjective and praise some plays, why did you not praise mine and say bad things about their plays. I have more wealth than them. I can show you the last returns I filed.

b) You appear to have intellect. That's not the kind of thing writers and critics are meant to have. And you dare to acquire it at twenty three. Wait till I meet you.

c) Do you understand we are not ordinary writers? We are "baba log" type of writers. We employ drivers, maids and acquire a Mary Poppins for our writing as we go grow older. For that matter we were also given a new set of writing parents when we went for the workshop and told how “Mom Phyllida” and “Pop Carl” were going to teach us to write. Who are you? You are just some aspiring critic and poor theatre person running some shoe string type group “thingy.” If you had been good we may have employed you and made you write what we want you to write. But now you have fucked up all your chances.

d) You are criticizing our plays. You are not criticizing the organizers and how they made us write bad plays. Why do you want to be critic? Why are you not practicing investigative journalism?

e) What kind of a critic are you anyway? Are you Pragya Tiwari? Do you write reviews for the newspaper that our butler brings with our morning cuppa. Only she can write whatever she wants about our plays. Even when we are angry with her, we won’t use the language we use with you. She may write about it and people like us would read and laugh at us. Your laughing doesn’t count. So don’t laugh! I am telling you- DON”T LAUGH!

f) You are not a critic. You are not a writer of original plays. You are not Royal Court trained. You are not even a proper wanker. You are just Beckett, Beckett, Beckett!
You are just a “Beckett” case. You bad bad boy. Go...Die!