Out comes the womanhood with a BANG and hits you harder than you can ever imagine. Shakes you, wakes you, jostles you, throws you up in the air and drops you, swirls you, twirls you, pushes you and pulls you, tickles you, slaps you, cuddles you, bruises you, heals you, disgusts you, soothes you, holds you, caresses you. Makes you love and respect the woman you are and the woman you know of.
V monologue is not about understanding the anatomy of woman or the injustice against women or about the male dominance in the society. V Monologue is to tell every woman to just be the woman you want to be. It is so important to know themselves before women talk of women’s liberation, sex education, gender equality and other such women oriented issues.
V Monologues is V Uprising, V conquering, V forging ahead for the forbidden pleasures. Mammas watch it and let your daughters be. Women watch it and explore what you have missed all this while. Men watch it and fall in love with woman in all her forms the mother, the sister, the daughter, the girl next door, the wife, the predator, the prey. Every woman is beautiful and respectable.
Just back after their 10th year stint at Prithvi Theatres, Juhu, Mumbai. Excellent performances by all but something that left lasting impression was Jayati Bhatias ‘Types of orgasmic sounds’, Mahabano Kotwals Parsi woman who has Kishore Kumar singing to her in her dreams and arousing her, Sonali Sachdeva’s Maharashtrian woman whose boyfriend loved to ‘look at her’ and Dolly Thakore’s women abused in war.
Celebrate womanhood with Vagina Monologue. (psst…Finally I did say the ‘V’ word with aplomb).