Pants falling off, revealing bunny rabbits and carrots pinned on boxer shorts; jealous wives and raunchy lovers spouting double entendre; bungling cops and risque thieves: its all been there in the numerous sex comedies that Aamir Raza Hussain built his early theatre career on.
That was the naughty Eighties, when Raza was flamboyant, cocking a snook at the more serious Shakespearean traditions of English theatre in the capital. Raza was content so long as the cash registers were set ringing, morality be damned. The Nineties changed that. First came the Legend of Rama, which he scripted and directed to give the two metros, Delhi and Mumbai, an experience they are yet to get over. Audiences and sets on moving tracks, scenes culled skilfully from the epic to keep the paying public firmly in their seats.