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  Singapore: MEOW!
 - S Thenmoli (Ms), President, Agni Kootthu (Theatre of 
  Fire), Singapore -
 
 
  Meow! 
  is another controversial play by bilingual poet-playwright-director Elangovan 
  which explores the silent oppressions heaped on the Malay minority by the 
  powers-that-be in Singapore, the plastic nation ruled by greed and 
  materialism. Presented by Agni Kootthu (Theatre of Fire) Written & directed by 
  Elangovan Performed by Dew M Chaiyanara, Faizal Abdullah & Hemang Yadav Sat 
  28 & Sun 29 Nov 2009 8 pm The Substation Theatre $20 (Tickets available at The 
  Substation box-office 63377800)) MDA Advisory: R18 (Coarse Language and Mature 
  Themes) Performance in English 
 If you are not greedy, you are not Chinese. If you are not backstabbing, you 
  are not Indian. If you are not lazy, sorry, contented, you are not Malay. If 
  you are not made of all these three, then you are not a Singaporean.
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 [Female: You mean I lie?
 
 Male: Yes! Remember? The Ustad caught you eating at Geylang Serai market 
  during Puasa (fasting) month.
 
 Female: I lied to him. So what? He sat in front of me when I was having my 
  breakfast. He started to scold me for not fasting. I kept eating and finished 
  my food. He continued preaching about the importance of fasting. He then asked 
  me whether I am a Muslim? I said no. He scolded me for wasting his time and 
  not telling the truth about my religion. I told him, you never asked me what? 
  Look at my face. I am from Bollywood. Not Malay. I sang one Hindi song and he 
  shook his head from right to left like the stupid Kelings (derogatory term for  
  Tamils) from India and ran away. Truth? Nobody is interested in truth in 
  Singapore you know.
 
 Male: But you must speak truth. Otherwise you go to hell.
 
 Female: You want to speak truth they will put you under ISA. Internal Stupid 
  Act in Singapore. Must learn to pretend as if nothing happened
 like the Chinese pigs you know? Must learn to carry balls and backstab others 
  like the Indian dogs you know? ]
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 What would you do when you win a million in the Singapore Big Sweep? The 
  choices are endless, but for some, winning a fortune is as debasing and 
  disorientating as a horrific ordeal in a car on a rainy night. The 
  millionaires, a subaltern Malay couple: mechanic at a petrol station and a 
  salesgirl, re-enact their childless marriage baiting each other on a 
  never-ending car journey to take food home to their cat. She berates him about 
  his impotency and other inadequacies; he about her besotted behaviour over 
  their cat for whom he had just bought 32 tins of canned food in a cat-food 
  sale. He loves his job. She loves her cat. But the condominium-bound tabby 
  cannot speak and acts as a silent confidante rather than a high counsel for 
  their marital dilemmas.
 
 He suffers from Ailurophobia and intermittently, an obese human-like cat 
  appears in his surrealistic dreams to philosophize and entreat him. The cat 
  proselytizes and conducts a psychiatric test to gauge his sanity. The bizarre 
  ending bursts the septic boil of corrosive morality to leave a raw, ugly, 
  warning wound. With instant wealth comes subtle change and revelations of 
  desires laid dormant by social circumstances and convenient relationships. 
  Impregnated with strange animal instincts, it is the suppression of savagery 
  that makes us human but occasionally when pushed over the emotive precipice, 
  the beasts emerge snapping and snarling like feral cats.
 
 The play particularly addresses the cultural and sexual values of the working 
  class couple and brittle hegemony of multi-culturalism and racial tolerance in 
  Singapore. It addresses issues of class, violence and urban alienation. It 
  gets its teeth into universal themes of cultural alienation and the 
  manifestation of the societys bankrupted social values in fetishism, racism 
  and impotency. In MEOW, verbal abuse, physical violence, racism, sexism, and 
  classism are very ugly but demand serious attention. Desperation and 
  loneliness cry out in
 the midst of communication. MEOW is a marriage from noveau riche hell for a 
  no-class Malay couple.
 
   
  kamasoma@pacific.net.sg |