• When you go to see a play called “Perfect Nonsense”, you can expect some perfect nonsense. However, apart from the theme, which was perfectly nonsensical, last evening’s play was far from that!

    Daughter No 1 had gifted Hubby Dear and me two tickets to the much touted West End production currently playing at the NCPA, South Mumbai’s multicultural  hub situated at the end of Marine Drive. I was excited as this was my first ever West End play and I could hardly wait to see it.

    PG Wodehouse is a name familiar with most people of my generation who have seen their fathers chuckling over the antics of Bertie Wooster and his inimitable butler Jeeves but for the younger generation, he remains just another author catching dust on daddy’s bookshelf. Sadly, the world has moved on since Jeeves&Wooster and in the age of Internet, Wodehouse’s stories seem quite childish and contrived.  If truth be told, the first half of the play was pretty slow. I had to nudge Hubby Dear as he began to snore in the first 10 minutes. Was it the crisp British accent that took some getting used to ?  However, the sparkling wit comes through and with the help of some clever props and brilliant stagecraft, “Perfect Nonsense” is saved from being perfectly nonsensical.

    Bertie Wooster, the lovable gentleman at large, is asked by his aunt Dahlia to pinch a silver cow creamer from her husband’s arch rival silverware collector Sir Watkin Bassett, failing which he will forever be banned from her dinner parties. Wooster is providentially invited to Totleigh Towers by his friend Gussie Fink-Nottle who happens to be engaged to the daughter of the house, Madeline Bassett to help iron out some difficulties that cropped up in their relationship. In a series of scrapes  involving characters like Stephanie Bing and Roderick Spode among others, he ( with a lot of help from Jeeves) ,  succeeds in ironing out the complications  and regains favour with Aunt Dahlia.

    What is spectacular about this play is the simply clever way in which it is presented: there are just three actors pulling off this comedy with some exceedingly clever props and costume changes. It was in the end, pure, clean old fashioned humour. Indeed, it was an afternoon well spent . What a way to start a weekend.

    I’m sharing this with members of the Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge

  • Don’t #BookMyShow 

    Or why it’s so difficult to see a West End show in Bombay

    Today I hope to see the much hyped West End production Jeeves & Wooster that’s playing at the NCPA. Hope is the operative word because the tickets to this show have been gifted to me by Daughter No 1.

    Daughter No 1 tried to #BookMyShow online but her credit card was rejected because it wasn’t issued by a bank in India.

    So we went to NCPA but were turned away  because tickets for the play were not being sold at the Box Office but ONLY on line through #BookMyShow.

    So she asked Anna Shetty to buy them on her behalf which she duly did.

    Now once the purchase was made we had to get the tickets because the scan code on the e-receipt wasn’t a valid entry pass.

    But we also found out that to collect the tickets we had to ensure that the Credit Card holder was present or at least the Credit Card presented with a letter from the holder authoring the ticket presenter to attend the show!!!!

    Now isn’t that a sure way to NOT see a West End show?

    Does this also mean that ?

    Now if that isn’t discriminatory than what is ?

    Shame on you #BookMyShow! Shame !

    Update

    This morning Daughter No 1 had to run across the road to collect the signed NOC and credit card from Anna Shetty who was on her way to a scheduled surgery slated for 8 am ( poor patient was fasting for 12 hours).

    I now have to make another trip to NCPA and exchange the e-receipt for the Real Ticket after which I can see the show.

    Will I see the play? I’ll keep you posted

    I’m linking this to WriteTribeProBlogger Challenge

  • Image by Mel

    Well, I myself am simply amazed that I’ve managed to write up THREE blogs posts in one day and that too in the first half of the morning. That is simply because I have some time on hand now and decided to catch the bull by the horns and make hay while the sun shines and seize the day. That’s three proverbs too many and before this becomes a litany of proverbs, let me get down to International Blog Delurking Week.

    Frankly, this is the first time I’ve ever heard of such a week and such a blog event and even though I’d glanced at Alphabet Salad’s post on WriteTribeProBlogger Challenge, I just didn’t have the time to have a proper look. Then I   actually read through it and thought to myself – Hey I know the feeling of being an un-acknowledged blogger.

    It is quite disheartening to find that you type word after word on a keyboard, often stealthily as I do, between baby naps, or half cooked meals, sometimes even furtively at a boring social event, only to find that there are no real visitors to your blog. Or even if there are visitors, they are just random visitors who quickly exit even faster than they came.

    So, what is International Blog Delurking Week?

    According to Mel  (of Stirrup Queens ) who I presume started this tradition and who I’m quoting verbatim

    Back in the olden days of the Internet, the first full week of January was declared International Delurking Week, and I still celebrate this ancient holiday. It runs this year from the 3rd until the 9th, so you have about seven days to slither out of the reading closet and check in with an “I’m here” comment.

     

    Having already commented on Alana’s post and Parul’s post, and also commenting on Mel’s post, all that was left for me to do was put up my own blog post commemorating this event.

    What does this entail?

    Hello!

    This is really a shout to find out if  all you readers out there are really following me? Are you really visiting my blog? Or will you remain the phantom visitor who somehow makes it to my visitor count but doesn’t really tally up as a real visitor?

    Show me that you’re really there by commenting on this post. A simple Hi or hello will do. Better still, leave a comment telling me a little about yourself, your favourite holiday spot or movie or chocolate or favourite anything to make me know that you are out there.

    And hey, you can share this badge and invite others to link up too. But hurry, you only have till tomorrow to do so!

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