It is a play by Ed Monk.
I enjoyed when I read it for the first time. I enjoyed it when I acted in it for the first time.
And now, I finally have seen it how it should be made.
This time, I am not on the stage, but in the audience. The play did made me regret that. I wish I was a part of the play. I wish I was a part of IIMACTS.
Still, I have a feeling that I am lucky. For this play, done by my seniors, I would rather watch.
They didn’t choose a language, mixing Hindi and English (and some mute curses!) with ease. They took the play and made it their own. I enjoyed that and I am sure, many others did too.
A play is never perfect, it is too live to be perfect. However, the flaws do not matter when the performances rise to the occasion.
Not just the performances of the actors but performances of those mute silences, performances of those running arounds for the scripts and the performance of the real confusion.
It was not what was said that mattered as much as what was left unsaid.
It is their last performance for us. It is time for them to go back to the real world. It is time to say Cut!
