These are a few lines which I wrote for the charecter "fanidhar" in the play Sir.. sir.. Sarla which we performed on 6th march 05 in IT BHU.
I was the one who played fanidhar.
The play was written by Makrand Deshpande. I saw the play in delhi after spending 3 days and two nights on just 12 bananas
Pain crosses a limit where it becomes irrelevent to know who caused the hurt.Names dont matter then and accusations do not always heal.Such is the pain of being judged "inadequate" and "insufficient" by those you love.It's a betrayal for which no one knows the guilty. Although,with the baggage of pain, guilt becomes an accessory.The only question to be answered is, "why cant love alone be sufficient?"
Monday, April 03, 2006
PUNCTUATIONS..we could never start it
Long back I and a few of my friends wished to write a play but we cudnt. We found we werent mature enough to handle the subject. The name PUNCTUATIONS was given to the play by a genius whose creations have always inspired me.This one paragraph is the beginning of all the writing that was supposed to be done.
To take risks is to explore the unseen and the unpredictable. Beyond all calculations, the uncertainity contains in itself the possibilities of a life which is lived by few and tried by many. The effort on a "road not taken" leads to injuries which are fatal or to victories which are awe inspiring. such a path is meant only for those who prefer choices over the grants of destiny. The most natural course of life is towards security. Freedom is not natural as it comes at the cost of security. securities of all kind, emotional and economic come only when they tie us to relations and responsibilities. so freedom from emotional bondages demands strength to detach. Freedom from cash paying bosses demands survival skills. We all sell compromises, but the point is what kind of compromise do we choose to sell. We nurture relations to get freedom from loneliness. we break relations to get freedom from pain which is inflicted upon us by others. We serve bosses for economic freedom. We leave our bosses for freedom to make choices in our job. But any how we compromise with freedom of one kind to get the freedom of another kind. The kind of choice depends on the strength and weekness we have.
To take risks is to explore the unseen and the unpredictable. Beyond all calculations, the uncertainity contains in itself the possibilities of a life which is lived by few and tried by many. The effort on a "road not taken" leads to injuries which are fatal or to victories which are awe inspiring. such a path is meant only for those who prefer choices over the grants of destiny. The most natural course of life is towards security. Freedom is not natural as it comes at the cost of security. securities of all kind, emotional and economic come only when they tie us to relations and responsibilities. so freedom from emotional bondages demands strength to detach. Freedom from cash paying bosses demands survival skills. We all sell compromises, but the point is what kind of compromise do we choose to sell. We nurture relations to get freedom from loneliness. we break relations to get freedom from pain which is inflicted upon us by others. We serve bosses for economic freedom. We leave our bosses for freedom to make choices in our job. But any how we compromise with freedom of one kind to get the freedom of another kind. The kind of choice depends on the strength and weekness we have.
EVAM INDRAJIT
On 27th march 06 we performed a play EVAM INDRAJIT in IT BHU which was written by a legendary playwright BADAL SIRCAR in the late 1960's. I am keying down some of my favourite parts from the play.
Everybody does it thats why!
A wonderful poem which made the audience laugh and then introspect. And yes that was brilliantly orated.
Why should you sneeze and why should you cough?
why should you smile and why should you laugh?
Why should sulk and why should you sigh?
Everybody does it, thats why thats why.
Why should you love and why should you hate?
why should you suffer and blame it on fate?
why should you weep and why should you cry?
Everybody does it thats why thats why.
Why should you always sleep in the night?
why should you always try to be right?
Why should you live and why should you die?
Everybody does it thats why thats why.
There is no escape
This poem was recited by the "writer" in the play as an answere to Indrajit's question that why should he continue to walk the endless road. It was translated by Vaibhav Suman from the English version of Girish Karnad.
There is no escape
Yet there is no escape
Pyase din, jagti ratein.
Bikhre saal, chubhte mahine.
Main hoon aaj bhi jeevit,
Jagta, yaad karta.
Par abhi aur bacha hai is jeevan ka,
Main jo tha, aaj bhi hoon,
Rahoonga aage bhi.
Door door tak main hi main hoon,
Yeh sab main hoon,
Bas yahi main hoon?
Yet there is no escape
Main udhta hoon un pankhon par jo thak chuke hain
Mera bachpan uthta hai, udhta hai, girta, tairta hai.
Samay beeta jata, kaam ki chakki meinnachta main.
Patang banata khokhle shabdon ki,
Band asman ko shabdon ki patang se bharta main.
Yet there is no escape.
Tum mujhe jante ho, mera sab kuch pehchante ho,
Poora sangeet jo bajta hai table ki chot per,
Jagmagati roshni jo nashe mein pagal hai.
Tum jante ho is rangeen kafan ko,
Jo dhake hai is sadh chuki laash ko.
Tum jante ho main yahin khatam hota hoon,
Main yahin marta hoon,
Apne hi andar.
Par phir bhi main chalne ki guhar lgata hoon.
Kyun? Kyunki there is no escape.
Yet there is no escape
Pyase din, jagti ratein.
Bikhre saal, chubhte mahine.
Main hoon aaj bhi jeevit,
Jagta, yaad karta.
Par abhi aur bacha hai is jeevan ka,
Main jo tha, aaj bhi hoon,
Rahoonga aage bhi.
Door door tak main hi main hoon,
Yeh sab main hoon,
Bas yahi main hoon?
Yet there is no escape
Main udhta hoon un pankhon par jo thak chuke hain
Mera bachpan uthta hai, udhta hai, girta, tairta hai.
Samay beeta jata, kaam ki chakki meinnachta main.
Patang banata khokhle shabdon ki,
Band asman ko shabdon ki patang se bharta main.
Yet there is no escape.
Tum mujhe jante ho, mera sab kuch pehchante ho,
Poora sangeet jo bajta hai table ki chot per,
Jagmagati roshni jo nashe mein pagal hai.
Tum jante ho is rangeen kafan ko,
Jo dhake hai is sadh chuki laash ko.
Tum jante ho main yahin khatam hota hoon,
Main yahin marta hoon,
Apne hi andar.
Par phir bhi main chalne ki guhar lgata hoon.
Kyun? Kyunki there is no escape.
Ik Sawaal
This song was written by Varun Bhaiyya but was finally recited as a poem after he 2nd act. Thanx to Radha who frankly said that the song wasnt good enough and Abhijeet accepted the inadequacy of his composition
Mukhda
Ek moti jism ka, aur ek saagar bhasm ka…
Kha gaya kitne hi lamhe, ek ghanta rasm ka…
Koi kyun kehta nahin ki kya bawaal hai…
Ik sawaal hai….sab kuchh ik sawaal hai…
Antara 1
Tark ki galiyon mein phaila hai andhera…
Jhooth ke ghode pe baitha, sach lutera…
Jo teri sandhya, ho sake hai, din wo-h mera…
Hain musaafir dher se, aur ek dera…
Aandhiyon mein jalti-bujhti si mashaal hai..
Ik sawaal hai….sab kuchh ik sawaal hai…
Antara 2
Kal yeh panchhi, aur oopar jaayenge…
Kal yeh patte, ped se gir jaayenge,
Mitti ke tan, mitti mein mil jaayenge..
Raaz gahre, raaz hi rah jaayenge…
Dekh makdi phans gayi, yeh apne jaal hai…
Ik sawaal hai….sab kuchh ik sawaal hai…
Mukhda
Ek moti jism ka, aur ek saagar bhasm ka…
Kha gaya kitne hi lamhe, ek ghanta rasm ka…
Koi kyun kehta nahin ki kya bawaal hai…
Ik sawaal hai….sab kuchh ik sawaal hai…
Ek moti jism ka, aur ek saagar bhasm ka…
Kha gaya kitne hi lamhe, ek ghanta rasm ka…
Koi kyun kehta nahin ki kya bawaal hai…
Ik sawaal hai….sab kuchh ik sawaal hai…
Antara 1
Tark ki galiyon mein phaila hai andhera…
Jhooth ke ghode pe baitha, sach lutera…
Jo teri sandhya, ho sake hai, din wo-h mera…
Hain musaafir dher se, aur ek dera…
Aandhiyon mein jalti-bujhti si mashaal hai..
Ik sawaal hai….sab kuchh ik sawaal hai…
Antara 2
Kal yeh panchhi, aur oopar jaayenge…
Kal yeh patte, ped se gir jaayenge,
Mitti ke tan, mitti mein mil jaayenge..
Raaz gahre, raaz hi rah jaayenge…
Dekh makdi phans gayi, yeh apne jaal hai…
Ik sawaal hai….sab kuchh ik sawaal hai…
Mukhda
Ek moti jism ka, aur ek saagar bhasm ka…
Kha gaya kitne hi lamhe, ek ghanta rasm ka…
Koi kyun kehta nahin ki kya bawaal hai…
Ik sawaal hai….sab kuchh ik sawaal hai…
EVAM INDRAJIT TITLE SONG
This song was also written by Varun Grover bhaiyya and composed muically by Abhijeet singh parmar. We had prashanth venkatesh on guitar and Radha, Abhijeet and Ankit as singers. This song is one of the best I have ever heared.
Mukhda
Kankad daana, baasi khaana, tooti chappal…
Udta panchhi, bikhre rishtey, jhoothi chappal…
Dialogue
1: Jhoothi chappal..? What’s that…?
2: Well…I don’t know. Why do you want to know?
1: Well…I don’t know.
Song restarts
Kankad daana, baasi khaana, tooti chappal…
Udta panchhi, bikhre rishtey, jhoothi chappal…
Gehre moti, baatein chhoti, jalti roti…
Chalta pankha, rukta pankha, udti choti…
Ginte-ginte, thak jaayega, haarega, karkash hoga sangeet…
Indrajit…O Indrajit…
Antara 1
Kitna kuchh hota hai, Hota kuchh bhi nahin…
Milte sab hans ke yahaan, Hansta koi nahin…
Raste saari dishaayein, rasta koi nahin…
Basti mein bheed bahut, basta koi nahin…
Dialogue
1: Excuse me, can you repeat that?
2: Why..?
1: Well…I think I have heard it before.
2: Then don’t worry, you’ll hear it again.
Song
Kitne meal chalega,
Kitne kuwein bharega,
Kitni jaanein dega,
Kitne chaand jalega…
Ginte-ginte bhoolega, dobara ginega, chir-anant ki reet…
Indrajit…O Indrajit…
Antara 2
Tu prashn-chinh hai…
Botal ka jinn hai…
Dhakkan khula agar…
Tu chhinn-bhinn hai..
Tu maut ki khabar,
Tu satya ki kabar,
Tu aas ka juloos,
Niraas ki dagar…
Dialogue
1: Hey wait…you are going too fast.
2: I gotta train to catch.
1: Then you are going too slow.
2: Well…I want to miss my train…
Shabdon, ankon, hunkaaron mein, kissa koi bana nahin…
Chaand ke paar bhi jaa kar usne, apne pag ko gina nahin…
Gina tha shaayad, bhool gaya ya, baat gayi baaton mein beet…
Indrajit…O Indrajit….
Mukhda
Kankad daana, baasi khaana, tooti chappal…
Udta panchhi, bikhre rishtey, jhoothi chappal…
Gehre moti, baatein chhoti, jalti roti…
Chalta pankha, rukta pankha, udti choti…
Ginte-ginte, thak jaayega, haarega, karkash hoga sangeet…
Indrajit…O Indrajit…
Kankad daana, baasi khaana, tooti chappal…
Udta panchhi, bikhre rishtey, jhoothi chappal…
Dialogue
1: Jhoothi chappal..? What’s that…?
2: Well…I don’t know. Why do you want to know?
1: Well…I don’t know.
Song restarts
Kankad daana, baasi khaana, tooti chappal…
Udta panchhi, bikhre rishtey, jhoothi chappal…
Gehre moti, baatein chhoti, jalti roti…
Chalta pankha, rukta pankha, udti choti…
Ginte-ginte, thak jaayega, haarega, karkash hoga sangeet…
Indrajit…O Indrajit…
Antara 1
Kitna kuchh hota hai, Hota kuchh bhi nahin…
Milte sab hans ke yahaan, Hansta koi nahin…
Raste saari dishaayein, rasta koi nahin…
Basti mein bheed bahut, basta koi nahin…
Dialogue
1: Excuse me, can you repeat that?
2: Why..?
1: Well…I think I have heard it before.
2: Then don’t worry, you’ll hear it again.
Song
Kitne meal chalega,
Kitne kuwein bharega,
Kitni jaanein dega,
Kitne chaand jalega…
Ginte-ginte bhoolega, dobara ginega, chir-anant ki reet…
Indrajit…O Indrajit…
Antara 2
Tu prashn-chinh hai…
Botal ka jinn hai…
Dhakkan khula agar…
Tu chhinn-bhinn hai..
Tu maut ki khabar,
Tu satya ki kabar,
Tu aas ka juloos,
Niraas ki dagar…
Dialogue
1: Hey wait…you are going too fast.
2: I gotta train to catch.
1: Then you are going too slow.
2: Well…I want to miss my train…
Shabdon, ankon, hunkaaron mein, kissa koi bana nahin…
Chaand ke paar bhi jaa kar usne, apne pag ko gina nahin…
Gina tha shaayad, bhool gaya ya, baat gayi baaton mein beet…
Indrajit…O Indrajit….
Mukhda
Kankad daana, baasi khaana, tooti chappal…
Udta panchhi, bikhre rishtey, jhoothi chappal…
Gehre moti, baatein chhoti, jalti roti…
Chalta pankha, rukta pankha, udti choti…
Ginte-ginte, thak jaayega, haarega, karkash hoga sangeet…
Indrajit…O Indrajit…
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