on plays.

Just got back from a 3-hour Indian play about this schizophrenic woman who falls in love with the doctor that cures her, gets married, and then goes back to being crazy after her in-laws find out who she really is. Apparently at the end she commits suicide - but I had stopped paying attention (and intensively translating) by then. And perhaps more unfortunately, I had been under the impression that it was going to be a comedy - a notion that was quickly dispelled by the flashing red lights, random slasher music and well... the crazy woman with wild eyes in a hospital gown running around the stage in the first 5 minutes of the play. Weird.