“the Woman in Me”

“A mirror tells the truth. Isn’t that a lie?…You raise your right hand and it raises it’s left. A mirror only tells you the opposite!
I wonder sometimes, what really happens?…Is the colour red really red?…”
– the Woman in me
A play by Pawan.

My colleagues denied to accompany me to the play by giving their own valid or invalid reasons when they heard the title and the mature content it claimed to have. Quite understandable. Perhaps , they didn’t want to be in a difficult situation with a woman colleague watching mature content about women. One of them smsed me “So did you find out the woman inside you”. My reply was rude and gross. He would know the reason if he ever happened to watch it. I anyway carry a strong disposition mostly so he would have taken it for my nature.

Here the woman is not about the woman in a woman. It’s the psyche of a woman portrayed by a man which is never comprehended otherwise. It impersonates what a woman goes through willingly or unwillingly by the mere fact of being a woman. It arouses you to introspect on what is a woman’s fault if she is a woman. It depicts the horrendous experience that a woman goes through when her husband rapes her on the uncountable nights. What right does he have? The conventional so-called superiority of being a husband? The men who aren’t in wedlock with her can’t be bypassed. Rapist is the word.

The play is a two-character play. One is a man who is tempted to supersede his wife but only egotistically [played by Abhishek as Rajiv] and his sub-conscious mind [played by Pawan as his raped and murdered wife, Nina].A single character but virtually two profound characters was brilliantly depicted.I can’t imagine a film on this theme.