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…
44 comments:
hi sir!really i have shortage of words to say anything.
a great play by a great writer and a graet representation of this play by a great director.
i am really lucky that i was a part of this play.thanx to you sir.
EK BADA SA CHAKKA BUA GHOOM RAHA HAI...EK...DO... TEEN...
Congratulations on a wonderful performance!!! I am hearing great reviews.
Keep up the good work.
Pulkit
hi bro!
all i can say is that i'm really missing the team of evam indrajit & G-11 ! so that waz a nice collection of memories & as kamal said thank u for giving us an opportunity 2 b a part of this outstanding experience...
Dream indrajit, Dream indrajit, Dream indrajit ... !
Infact, now that I am through with the complete post ... it was fantastic!
I was interested in reading your post but found it difficult to read the dark blue letters against the pitch black background. Please use better colours next time.
Before watching the rehelsels of play even,it once came to my mind that ,where lies any greatness i doing a great act or great script,but as i watched closely the preparations and final act ,i was sure of the talks of pouring life in ashes. i can still remember few moment when it seemed that sumit bhaiya and his team might drop the plan,but their team efoorts were life phoeinix.
the play was too good and splendid to give any opinion. i would consider my self lucky to be in interaction with the team when practice was on.
this was something that will always remain with me...for the rest of my life.
i write this comment to keep reminding you bro. that you are a genius at directing plays. i had so much to learn from you and the way things went...aah....i do not want to go back to the memories.
i had heard of things like 'one should be loved for the work he does and for nothing else...'. now i know what that meant.
that night after the play when i was back in my room...man i felt proud, satisfied to the core, enjoying myself.......and.......burning, yet again, by the desire of wanting to it again, alone, no sumit saxena, in next year ABHIVYAKTI, one more play.....
finally....thanks bro.
.....indrajit
Hi
really loved the way you incorporated hindi in the original theme of evam_indrajit!
I too am a fan of this all time great play by sircar.
Gaurav
DA-IICT
Hi Bhai
The efforts put together by you & you team are inspiring......it inspires me to write a few lines after a long time (especially for you):
Thak Gaya Hoon Main
Par Haroonga Nahi
Haar ko apni main manoonga nahi
Jhuk gaya agar mein andhiyon se dar kar
To kya jeeonga aisi zindagi pal pal gut kar
Sochtan hoon kabhi bachpan yaad kar ke
Ye zindagi kitni seedhi hua karti thi un dino
vo sapno ki duniya
vo jaadon ki raatein
vo namak ki pudiya
vo moongfali ke daane
vo amrood ke ped par chehekti koyal
vo maa ke pairon mein chanakti payal
vo jheel ke kinaron par apna fudakna
vo gaddon ke parvat se neeche ludakna
Ab Nahi main yaad karta hoon unko
Kyonki zindagi nahi rahi un gaddon si komal
Kyonki ek bhi man na raha jheel sa nirmal
Ye yaadein mujhe nirbal kyon banati hain
mujhe kyon kathor hone se bachati hain
Nahi yaad rakhoonga main ab kuch
bhool jana chahta hoon sab kuch
bas aage badhne ka ek ajeeb junoon hai
rok denge unko jo bhi aage aayenge humse
gir gaye agar to phir utthenge poore zor se
lagta hai hum kisi kalakar se kum nahi
ek pal hum galat hain aur agle pal sahi
Is tedi zindagi ka yehi ek saar hai
Is chakrvyuh ke hum hi sootradhar hain
best wishes & lots of love
bhai
i personally thought that the play sucked big time,very boring,misleading and all.i will also try to explain why i think so.firstly the play was trying to prove how insignificant the human race is and how boring and mundane life is,which i think is wrong.on the other hand earth is one of the rarest planets in the universe beaming with life and so invaluable and amazing that out of the billions of galaxies there may be none so rare and beautiful as our own milky way just for having earth.coming to humans,the quintessential beings on this planet and the ones with a great display of intelligence and foresight are so close to describing the very nature of the universe.with all this i can say that humans are the most advanced,most rare and the most vibrant of any form of matter in this universe.all the suckers who think life sucks shud commit suicide
and die in shame as they got so close to experiencing it all and still cudnt including the director.nextly who told u to live the same day over and over again,go join a mountaineering club or go to goa and do some water sports or go fuck a pros.there r so many things to do and all u cud manage was make this play or watch this kind of a play.
and one more thing,thank you oh lord for the white blinding light.fuck u indrajit and all the other useless philosophers.
i heard a few lines describing my frustration on orkut.i think it's quite obvious who is actually frustrated.so everyone in the world can be described by amal,kamal,vimal ha?grow up guys,dont be blind having two eyes,dont involve in such self sympathising,i'ts pathetic,afterall i'am trying to help you.
While I do agree with the "lust for life" idea, that's where I stop agreeing and start getting majorly annoyed.
Apparently, some vibrant human forms are not able to appreciate the fact that there might be different philosophies existing in the world, quite different from their own.
The play, whether it wanted to preach or not, need not have been construed as such. Entertainment is, i guess, the primary objective.
The play was telling a story...the focus should rather be on how well it told what it wanted to, not whether the "story" was right.
Crib abt the bad acting(there was none), the bad directing(none again), the bad music(can't comment), make the philosophy of the play one aspect of criticism probably, but not all of it.Ironically, forget mountainerering or fucking a prostitute(we'll get to this point later), this director was actually trying to do the play to escape the monotony of life.It escapes me how this point was totally lost by someone who obviously thought quite so much abt the play.The play was this group's Goa drunken orgy. Figure it out.
And the point we were getting to later,how sexist and beyond help are you?
And finally,if you did hate the play so much, why would you pick up the guitar to help it out?
thats the best reply people think of, "why dont you do it!" The keyword here is YOU tried & you sucked, be open to criticism. If your purpose of the play is making a difference, it did'nt, if it's tellin a story, the story was about a self-obsessed jerk with no significant things happening whatsoever. Music can be asily appreciated or criticised so no point talkin about that.
PS- I found the show good timepass and if people are still taking pains to write so much about it, it did make an impression, congrats you're famous!
now we are having some fun,arent we?first and foremost i would congratulate the lady and mr.director on having cracked my identity,no big deal apparently,my own big mouth giving me away again.secondly I solemnly apologise to whomsoever considering me to have intruded into their personal space.But I still cant take away the fact that the 'concept' of the play sucked big time.My pretence or whatever of playing the guitar was something that i took as a personal challenge which has nothing to do with the play.I also do not take away anything from the actors or the director,in fact they must be doubly congratulated on having pulled of a play such as this.Thirdly the only little annoyance i have is that some people took someone like me so seriously when our beloved mr.director seems pretty chilled out and is still stalking me on the web.
and one more thing,if there is anything more important than my ego going around,i would like it caught,tortured and finally shot.Sex is something to be had,not talked about.
where's the meat, what about the sexist and beyond help part?
whose side are u on mate?as for the beyond help bit,i really dont care much for help.may god help those who want to help me.
i see people finding the masterpiece by badal sarkar frustrating, depressing and all.
is it depressing?
it just talks about the monotonicity of life and how repeatative can it get sometimes.
people find it depressing may be because it does not provide a solution. for me that is the best thing about this play.for in place of preaching, all it does is that it simply suggests you to walk on the endless road and it is you who has to find your own road. no play will do this for you.roads here represent the different pilosophies with which people live by.you wish to visit goa or fuck a prostitute thats your philosophy do it if you find it interesting. indrajit could not. as someone above has rightly said..sometimes..we are just not open to other philosophies.
and no entertainment is not always the keyword in playmaking.(whose entertainment?the group making the play or the viewers?)most of the times the play makers find the play good enough to be made and they do it for their own entertainment but what about badal sarkar, for example, of course writing this was not entertainment for him. may be it is because you like to talk about your fears or things you find entertaining. plays are then just a way to EXPRESS YOURSELF.
i see people finding the masterpiece by badal sarkar frustrating, depressing and all.
is it depressing?
it just talks about the monotonicity of life and how repeatative can it get sometimes.
people find it depressing may be because it does not provide a solution. for me that is the best thing about this play.for in place of preaching, all it does is that it simply suggests you to walk on the endless road and it is you who has to find your own road. no play will do this for you.roads here represent the different pilosophies with which people live by.you wish to visit goa or fuck a prostitute thats your philosophy do it if you find it interesting. indrajit could not. as someone above has rightly said..sometimes..we are just not open to other philosophies.
and no entertainment is not always the keyword in playmaking.(whose entertainment?the group making the play or the viewers?)most of the times the play makers find the play good enough to be made and they do it for their own entertainment but what about badal sarkar, for example, of course writing this was not entertainment for him. may be it is because you like to talk about your fears or things you find entertaining. plays are then just a way to EXPRESS YOURSELF.
my thoughts u hear
and u begin to fear
that ur card will get pulled
if u interfere
the guy after above is himself confused about plays.dude if people make crappy plays for their own interest why do they have to show it public?
and no entertainment is not always the keyword in playmaking.(whose entertainment?the group making the play or the viewers?)MOST OF THE TIMES the play makers find the play good enough to be made and they do it for their own entertainment but what about badal sarkar, for example, of course writing this was not entertainment for him. MAY BE IT IS BECAUSE YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT YOUR FEARS AND THINGS YOU FIND ENTERTAINING. plays are then just a way to EXPRESS YOURSELF
@critique roshan
You are arguing a point you've assumed I've made.anonymous basically told mr. director to get a life which I said he had already done by trying to make a play. And i hardly think it's anbody's mission in life here to get famous.That's a highly tangential point you've made.
@anonymous
Your comment on sex is a paradox.
@mr.director
i initially tried sparing your feelings though I can't, for the life of me, imagine why.The play was average at best, the only good point being you yourself didn't act in it, thereby averting the disastrous mockery of a character which you did in your earlier attempt.Atleast you finally said what you tried to. That's probably the only credit you deserve.
@ the other anonymous
Block letters put me off, I, hence, couldn't be bothered to read it.
to the babe, quoting you - "The play, whether it wanted to preach or not, need not have been construed as such. Entertainment is, i guess, the primary objective." - that wasnt fulfilled. simple.
and your director is a simple man, i know what his objective is.
he really should get a life.
@anonymous:1
Your thoughts i hear
And God! They are so clear!
And,hence, they make me wonder
Why did you start it all? O dear.
The responsibility of it all
You only bear.
Now..please..Can we all end it here?
(As my class tests are near!)
@radha
well! Singing is not the only thing you are good at.For,i see, you can write too.
Friendly suggestion: LEARN TO `EXPRESS YOURSELF`. IN ADVANCE(and all in blocks)
@critique roshan
you wish not to be taken seriously.
GRANTED.
@mr. director
Sorry.
the guy above must be varun grover,what say?
the director's been too quiet for too long, i'd put my money on him.
Kisi ne yahaan mera naam bhi uchhaal diya..!? <|:+))
My only purpose in visiting this place is (using a word Radha 'gave' to this 'community'): Entertainment!
You guys are simply tyreless (mind your "Y"s and "I"s in tireless (oops..is it Tyreless?) or it could simply puncture the argument) when it comes to discussing trash. (Not the play, I mean.)
And yes, before Radha or Venky (aapka naam lena mana toh nahin..?) point that out to me...i HAVE joined the club.
P.S. - And I guess, the guy who credited that remark to varun grover (all in smalls) is.....
Shame on u..! Director ho kar naam chhupaate ho..
i knew it.grover chap had to be somewhere around.my salutations to the god father.
@critique roshan
Can't hurt to gamble now, what with the future portending 420 grand...
@the other anonymous
Cannot lie. I did read this one.Thanks on both accounts.
@anonymous & critique roshan
The other anonymous is neither grover nor the director.Grover just joined the madness here.
And as deranged as the director is, I don't think he has taken to writing tests after college.In fact, mr.director is still speechless about everything that's happening.
@varun grover
Welcome.
And you're mistaken about the person who credited that remark to you.Note the writing style.
@all the junta
It's been perfectly lovely trying to solve all the mysteries, but come off it! Stay anonymous,but atleast use a different pseudonym!
@critique roshan and anonymous
the guesses could have been better!(what kind of class tests do they take after B.TECH.?)
waise, am still not taking you seriously.
for i love to keep my promises.
and i beleive in love(just an afterthought!)
anyways, would take being mistaken for the director and varunda as a compliment.ANYDAY.
@varunda
WELCOME!
now that you HAVE joined the club it will only get better.
@radha
conratulations lady!
for having come up with, at least, an explanation of the wrong guesses(and trust me with the way you talk of `writing styles` and all, i fear your next post will bear my name!)
@mr. director
KEEP SHUT. we are loving it.
I havnt yet said nething ..and people are asking me to keep shut!!
the comments have been from tndrajit by the way which were interpreted to be mine.
now who is critique roshan ...i guess Mehul!!
are u mehul critque rshan??
@Radha
I might be underestimating or mis-estimating (Did I just coin that word!?) the writing style of your director but you are mis-estimating his nuisance-ability. (Or at least denying it indirectly.)
And now that u point out the mis-estimaticity (just see the usage of a new-coinee!, I can very well guess who that is. Now, defend urself Venky!
@The List Of Anony-mouses
Get a life. Be a man (or a woman or whatever you are) and show ur real names (or as Radha said, indicative of ur self-assessment, pseudonyms!).
P.S. - "grover chap" (!)...haa haa haa...loved that.
You are all bowling wides and no balls,not giving me a chance to show my batting prowess.cmmon guys i know you all have a fair command over the queens language.You should all be a lttle more careful with the axe,eugenes.once again my thoughts u hear.
now dont come up with the u can anyways hit a noball ploy.Use ur imaginations.
@sumit saxena
"I guess"!!! Take credit for your work!!
I think I have been silent for too long.I am happy that people have made their opinions clear about the play at least now. Evam Indrajit was a play I sought like a germ, without shame. But , it has ended up making me feel only that.
I am currently doing a play in Mumbai, but,will be retiring from directing and acting after that.
My only request is for none of you to make an appearance at the screening of that play.
what do you know guys,the pinman has finally spoken.I completely sympathise with u dude,afterall as i have earlier said there are many things to do in life.heads up mate.
@radha
ur suggestion to use a psudonym is being used by people very creatively. especially by those for whom anonymity is a necessity as they are so very afraid of voicng their opinions and "emotions" that they continue to hide behind somebodys face.
comon people!!earn to show ur hatred/love with courage. Radha if my messege goes accross then very soon u will be recieving long and frequent phone calls from anonymous or pseudonymous callers!!
aah,now things are getting to the directors head.dude i suggest u dont go out in the sun too often,already u seem pretty disturbed and worked up.btw is there any chance ur second recent message was from ur alterego who seems to be at large these days?
Few words for all those people who have criticized the play:
- Your criticism is welcome as it helps the director to come up with some thing much better & more meaningful
- Those who have been highly critical also gives me a feeling that lifereally sucks for these people & their critisism is the manifestation of their own frustrations they have been encountering in their lives------chill-out guys --- Calm ur minds & cool ur nerves
-----Sumit, I request you to please make some thing much more orginal & convincing this time....
Best wishes to you & your team....
welll..sumit...now i knw y u used 2 always talk abt tis play..
awesome....
hey nelson...juz wanted 2 knw...y nothin abt "stake knife" or was tat play not so important 2 u??
wud love 2 read smthin abt it..
michelle
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