Sea and sun, feni and fun, wrapped in a touristy membrane. For the outside world, which has always believed that ignorance is bliss, that’s Goa. But 16 years ago, someone begged to differ: no sirs, that’s not the full story, there’s more. What better way to portray this than theatre? Inspired by Arthur Miller’s All My Sons
and driven by the desire to impart a little cerebral weight to the somewhat laidback denizens of this lovely state, Maria Isabel de Santa Rita Vas planted a mustard seed. Yes, you read it right. A mustard seed. "Something so tiny yet holding within itself innumerable possibilities for the future," as Isabel explains.
That’s how the Mustard Seed Art Company came into being. It was not your usual buy-your-ticket-and-enjoy outfit, but was born from the depths of Goa’s emotional incompleteness, its shifting sands of values. The state—so helplessly dependant on the aesthetics of tourism—had finally got its share of serious theatre.
Working on social themes, the group initially staged plays by well-known playwrights. It then started...