Before permanently moving to Pune, my grandparents lived just a stone's throw away from a renowned performing arts theatre in Mumbai. Because one of my grandpa's cousins and my grandma's childhood friend were popular names in the industry, our home became a sanctuary for the vibrant folks of the Marathi theatre scene. After performances, these artists would drop by to relax, relishing home-cooked meals, catching some shut-eye (especially if the curtains fell late into the night, a frequent occurrence), and delving into the treasures of my ajji's extensive home library.
Being part of this artsy cultural setting and the rich conversations in those rooms is something that aba fondly recalled in our discussions.
Even today, while ajji can't remember many of their names or plots, she recommends Marathi plays that had her laughing to her wits' end. This is the legacy that they passed on to me and my elder brother — of theatre, music, and reading.
For my birthday this year, my brother pulled off the ultimate surprise – a front-row ticket to the Broadway extravaganza Mamma Mia! at NMACC. It was like stepping into a long-held dream; I've harboured the desire to witness the magic of a Broadway play since, maybe around the age of 12? You see, I have been off-key jamming to ABBA songs since my teenage years, and the 2008 film (sharing the same name) holds a solid spot in my top 5 comfort films. The 12-year-old version of myself was probably the happiest person in that room of 2000. I knew I was in for an amazing time, but what unfolded was beyond my wildest expectations.
The grandiosity of watching Mamma Mia! live was a spectacle that has me awe-struck even after weeks have passed since then. The simple and functional set, the exceptional performances and choreography, the music and light designing... oh, just mesmerizing! Five pages of my journal that night were not enough to contain the overflowing enthusiasm, gratitude, and awe that the experience had stirred within me.
From the warm embrace of my grandparents' watchlists and music CDs, to the dazzling front-row seat at NMACC, the journey feels like a touching symphony of cultural inheritance. As the echoes of laughter and lively conversations with ajji-aba linger on, I find myself in awe of the deep impact they've had on my soul. This is a cultural legacy that continues to shape the very essence of who I am.
What about you? What's the cultural legacy that resonates in your heart? Whether it's a cherished family tradition, a favourite play, or a special song, I'd love to hear your stories! Share your thoughts in the comments below, and let's celebrate the magic of cultural inheritance together.
P.S.- I cry every time I listen to Slipping Through My Fingers, but listening to it live as a 27-year-old pushed the dagger deeper into my heart. I am not sure I am ever going to recover from that experience.
Wow, very well expressed Nidhi
keep writing👍🏻👍🏻
❤️vaidehi mavshi
Nostalgia ❤️ you had some beautiful moments stored Nidhi. Beautifully expressed.
I'm greatly influenced by my grandparents, maybe that's why I was pulled towards arts. I was told that my tata (grandpa) performed many roles in his village stage shows. And I grew up listening to carnatic music daily. I once got special cash prize of rs.25 for enacting the role of housewife in a telugu play 😊 and like you, I was left in awe 16 yrs back after watching 'Love Letters' performed by Rajit Kapoor and Shernaz Patel.
We need more such blogs Nidhi!
Beautifully written. Moments come and go but, memories last forever!!