Hamlet

"Hamlet"

"Was I able to act …?" Yes! I was able to act.Like the changing facial embellishment of colours in acting, suddenly reflected my mind the varying moments of my acting. I felt the satisfactory breathe of acting performance.How it happened…?Unanswerable questions of no use …. Could be because of the complete involvement I rendered towards the character forgetting the personal identity…!If truth be told it could be because of my passion towards the characters and story or could be because of the loving presence of hearty relations as spectators.Yet another incident at some point in me realised the heartfelt blessings of my father and the supreme creator. Anyway I coped to go to the backstage in complete fulfilment The grooming players for the next play Some are gearing up their confidence by repeatedly mediating the powerful dialogues…! Some are picking up tips in vain to emphasize the decorative mix up of face-paint to renovate the personality into character…!Some are in an attempt to amuse the listeners with maximum exaggeration on look to craft the role of clown…! These are people who dye themselves into the dreamy characters of the storywriter to engage in recreation of diverse emotions and we call them theatre artists…! Hopefully few didn't identify me as I was with the makeup in drama costume or may possibly be their pretension also. Because that they too are actors as well. In fact to be very open, even I couldn't identify many of them.Why this paradoxical relation between performers and society? The mind reflected for a while. Amidst came in an individual from the crowd and said, "That was an amazing performance and the play really went well", appreciated a humble listener.Colourful Bulbs of halogen in plenty got illuminated in my mind as a decorated stage. The "hamlet" might have lived in me. The character might have laboured and died in me without my knowledge. If shakes sphere was alive then he might have taken me to his global theatre and I too would have grown artistically like…"Laurence Oliver"… (I and my father had astonished on seeing his wonderfully grant acting) ….When I stood reflecting such old days, petrified my mind for no reason. At what time will it be possible for me to perform "Hamlet" again?How big would be the theatre planet of the world dramatist shakesphere? How lucky I will be if I could visit his place…? (In 2004 I visited his birth place at Stratford upon Avon)Acting, writing, staging, music and moreover the devoted life of the actors for such literary engagements….God!I too started dreaming an actor's world of normal life to lead like any other ordinary individual. "Look, you be here like this dreaming this and that. Nearly everyone are like you, had dreamt a lot about theatre performance, but been unsuccessful in life.Actually what is your mind-set?Listen; leave all built-up makeup and dressings and reach home early. These are not going to give you any worldly benefits You and your omelette …"The friend continued his serious criticism sarcastically.In all sense that was a controlling punishment of sober to the greedy actor in me.It may perhaps possible for me to obey certain well-wishers like him.But none know the growing pain of the aspiring foetus of drama performance in me …!Yes. Me, the actors, the friends, the society and a contest of one act plays…!