The Victory Theatre

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Location: Mumbai, Maharashtra, India

I believe in the purity, the simplicity of stripping yourself of everything you are, just to attain, or don the role of someone else... it takes a lot to do that, and STILL retain a bit of your own individuality. thats the mark of a great actor.

Friday, August 18, 2006

The Struggle

Acting, Struggle.. these words seem to hand-in-mouth.

Every actor has found some sort of obstacle in his path to overwhelming success, to fame, to fortune, to mastery of his craft, to enormous amount of financial security, to whatever else he might have taken up this profession.

But its funny how some struggles, were never meant to be, and don't seem hard enough for them to be labelled as struggles in the first place.

My first year at college, * seems a long time back, 2 years, * and yet, seems like just yesterday.. was when I was very excited, since I was going to be a part of Xavier's College' annual theatre event, ITHAKA, brought out by the English department. Now I knew that since its not my department, some amount of resentment I must b willing to take, but the fact is, out of the 50 odd students who showed up for the FIRST DAY , only 13 people stayed on, after the break, to actually make ithaka happen, ME INCLUDED.

For the next two weeks or so, I was completely entranced by the B.A. Lit. style of working in plays in college.. not like I complained or anything. But somehow, the script wasnt' taking off, something or the other happening wrong here n there... but I started talkin to everyone, and got off well enough with the group.

And, then, after around two weeks.. I get no calls from the director.. she's like: yea we have a holiday tomorrow, take the day off, chill, This is happening for three days straight.
The Fourth day i call her up, she's not picking up my calls
then i called up a friend of mine from the group, who told me, easily that the director has silently and subtly fired you from the production.
BUT THE BEST PART OF THIS IS: NO ONE IN THE GROUP KNEW WHY.

Strange na, they just push me out of it. they hv no reason for it whatsoever. and they don't even have the guts to face me and tell me that boss, you're out of the play? I mean, how much do you need to do something as simple as that? Look me in the eye and tell me that u dont need me, I'll go away.!! but No, i hv to find out from a third party... as always...

The struggle? The struggle is to understand the human psyche.. the understand what makes people tick, and what makes them click.. to know what the idiosyncracies of each individual person in your knowledge of the world, are, and how you can use them to develop the character of that whom you're playing on stage..
That is the STRUGGLE< THE ACTUAL STRUGGLE OF THE ACTOR.

money problems dealt with in further topics. * i need to be paid to write this stuf in the first place !

Monday, August 07, 2006

WELCOME WORLD!!!
A small little auditorium in some inconspicuous ghost town.... the audience has just started coming in.. ( audience? more like 4 or 5 people.. thats it..) ... ..... the lights guy sets up his equipment.. stubbing out his last cigarette.. he makes sure everything is in place.... the sound person starts off with a little background music.. light.. trying to get people in the mood...... the producer is still moving to and fro near the aisles.. obviously deep in thought... when the bell rings..... the audience takes its seats.. the lights in the hall are dimmed... and one man enters the stage.. from the right....... He enters the stage.. looks around... looks back behind.. from where he entered.. then keeps walking..... stops center stage.. looks at the audience..turns back to the side.... keeps walking.. and exits stage left....... THe lights come back on.. with the audience applauding to their might...... the director and the actor come up.. bow.. and the curtain call is done.....THIS MY FRIENDS .. FOR ME.. IS THE ESSENCE OF LIFE---- THEATRE--- ONE MAN WALKING ON STAGE... ONE MAN WATCHING.... THE ONLY TRUE DEFINITION OF THE ART FORM THAT DEFINES LIFE- THEATRE....Welcome to my world..... I know you will be amazed, shocked, bored, pissed by what i write about.. because it naturally hovers around what i call as my flesh and blood... but let me tell you.. hate me for what I do.. but you'll still love the THEATRE.. for what it is....for it is the most magical place on the planet.

Bombay and the rains.

How abnormal would that be? Bombay, not suffering flooding during the monsoons?

This season has seen a FEW minor setbacks, nothing like the 26/7 ravaged last year.. Altho 11/7 was a different kind of event, which I'd rather not talk about.
The rains have been pouring for the past 26 hours and I had to spend my first day as a 20 year-old sitting at home, watching the trees being tested to their max as they cling on to their roots, literally hanging on for dear life, as the rains try to uproot them with all the rage of a greedy industrialist eyeing a part of the Amazon Rainforest as his own.

Hoping for them to clear up soon, i need to get out in the daylight.
Turning 20 isn't all that great.

hello all

The Reason:

Pure Simple Boredom.

The Cause:

Blogger doesn't let me comment on posts without an id.

The Effect:

Commenting on what people have to say, gives me something better to do ..

Lol, nah, this ain't the only reason i started this blog. its also coz i'd lov to have people read what I think about my passion in life: the Theatre.

for people not versed in hindi, the address literally translates as VIJAYAKAR THEATRE ( natyagruh), or, Victory Theatre.