Enter Stage Right: Feisal Alkazi.(Speaking Tiger, New Delhi 2021)

Enter Stage Right: The Alkazi /Padamsee Family Memoir. Feisal Alkazi. Speaking Tiger Books, New Delhi 2021 This interesting memoir carries with it the sense of two cities: Delhi and Mumbai. It conveys how family histories are essentially a map of mnemonics. where objects as much as people, houses, streets, institutions all come alive, carrying with them, the sense of conversations which have survived. What people say, and to whom they say it, and how they say it, carry with it the weight of memory, of feelings and emotions. Feizal knew from an early age how important the clan was, and why being interlocked between two powerful families, that of his mother and father, would give him a sense of belonging and of identity. While there is essentially the safety net of being a mere witness in the ribald spaces between clan members and their doings, the child as an observer remains a lonely child. He is constantly looking out for familiar spaces which provide him with a sense of rectitude and propriety, while writing with intensity about the eccentrics in the family. It is in that sense, not an autobiography. Once Leela Dube, when she was in her eighties, asked me “ Do you think an autobiography should be completely truthful?” I replied, insouciantly, circa 1994, “Yes, ofcourse!” She looked astonished, and said, “I don’t agree, there are things which cannot be disclosed.” The Alkazi and Padamsee families, with Ibrahim and Sultan as their representatives make an entry on page 1. Waiting in the wings is Roshen, his mother, Sultan’s sister, who at 19 had a role to play in Salome, as an understudy for the actress who did not want to do a dance on stage. As Feisal describes it, young people putting up plays, writing poems, and falling in love was not uncommon in 1942, when war time brought a cosmopolitanism into the city of Bombay. His father Ibrahim Alkazi fell in love, it was mutual, and the children Amal and Feizal grew up in the close company of actors and friends. His mother’s family was influential and completely westernized. His paternal grandfather was a merchant, trading in spices, who migrated to Pakistan, but on being hounded there by the State, (who took over his house and furniture) he left for England, and then settled in Beirut. Ibrahim Alkazi’s parents were liberals who allowed their son, one among nine siblings, to choose theatre as his career. So Roshen and Ibrahim bought a small house in Matheran.. It was to represent the space in which theatre artists would meet. The sense of unnerving readiness to be prepared for the audience underlies the narrative about his parents and their friends. His mother’s mother who was a powerful force in the family and dominated everyone, is described in endearing terms. Here was where the cousins met, congregating with their parents around the family dining table. In the summer, thirteen members of the Padamsee family, excluding some busy male affines would leave for the hills: Mahabaleshwar, Matheran, Panchgani, by train. These holidays would be carefully planned, involving how time would be spent, sleeping arrangements, food served, and roster for bathroom usage. It’s the infinitely small details that make this book so readable. Culturally distinct, it is representative of how the upper class bohemian elite would make a world of their own. Nostalgia has its place in culture studies in conjuring up a world that has disappeared or is secreted away. The point that Feisal Alkazi makes is that an Anglicized world does not deplete the citizen of the 1950s and 1960s from being deeply invested in nationalism. Their preoccupations in the next generation, that of Amal and Nissar, and Feisal’s and his wife Radhika’s, remained in the spaces of interdisciplinary scholarship and archivalisation of the material culture of the people of India. This argument for the stability of constitutional rights and properties is well articulated even in the domain of the visual arts. The poverty of post war years had earlier been well conveyed in the reported recollections of Ibrahim Alkazi. It never silenced his compatriots, who were gifted artists, poets and photographers. Family memoirs therefore become one way by which emotional sustenance is provided to the reader, when the State begins to define war time economies as a simulation in the times of Covid and religious fundamentalism and social exclusion. The sad stories of death, privation, loss, divorce /separation, recouping, survival are all intermeshed here, told with an intensity of living with these phenomena, or being reminded of them by an older generation. Yet, the volatility and grandeur of the family is entrancing, because they lived, and left a trail. Told with humour where the pace flags, Feisal gives us reasons to understand his own professional world, where as a theatre director and trained social worker he attempts to make a difference in the world of the young.