Pif is an idea, an esprit [and other exotic words that usually mean squat, and are used in boring QC meetings where the visiting white man has the only good chair in the hall], an emotion, an invocation, and a cuss word.
Pif cannot be defined. It is however, not a gimmick. Not a movement. Not a fad. Not the name of a lost Teletubby.
Pif is for individuals who are amused and irritated by the flow of meaningless phrases and words that we swim in everyday, in order to be polite and grown up towards each other.
There will be two shows per day, @ 3pm and 7pm-- The show content for the 22nd will not be repeated on the 23rd. Yes, you heard right! That's two whole days of brand new, original material.
Tickets are priced @ Rs. 50 if you have your student i.d. and Rs. 100 without. Tickets available at Alliance Francaise and Cafe Mocha. Or contact 98402 17447 for bookings.
Come experience the Pif festival, which gives a Pif for bad accents, says Pif off to overpriced tickets, and is indubitably, an ePIFany, if anything at all.
The focus is on collaboration, on the individual, on fun, on truth, especially ironic truths. Don't miss out on the Pif parade, on the 22 and 23 of December.
With Molotov cocktails of love, truth and sharpened pencils,
Here's to great theatre... and charging toward that elusive goal.