In the course of life, we forget to live. We forget what our dreams were, what we wanted from life and how the love felt like. On one of those evenings “Teen Akaant” happens, which reminds us how we wanted to live.
The life of our choice and the required compromises, at the edge of it we tend to think was it my independent choice or something did compel me to. However, after many years we don’t wish to undo our decisions but certainly dwell upon, how the life would have been without those decisions, if we didn’t took that lane, where we would have reached today. Life would have been in any way different or same?If the life was supposed to be the same, why I took the burden to choose. Making a choice, is no doubt a burden. Accepting whatever life offers must be easier.
“Teen Ekanta” is about those broken dreams and their sharp particles, which time and again enter into the eyes before we notice. At the loneliness of an evening, in the disguise of solitude, a wave of thought bathes us, who was the reason for those broken dreams? Whom to blame? What was our share in it? The blame game is very easy. Pointing a finger towards the loved one is easier,especially when the other person isn’t willing enough to prove their points. Proving a point in the society court would be an advocacy of our own feelings, which we don’t understand ourselves. So she doesn’t.
It was just another night of their togetherness when she found or didn’t find the space between. Although she could hear the sound of the air that he was breathing out, it didn’t touched her face as it used to on a normal day. The separation is a mystery to her. Still she walks down the lane, which leads to him but she doesn’t head up towards it. She misses the moments not him I guess.
When someone leaves us, that too without any prior signal the initial conclusions we come to are, I knew it’s going to happen some day because that’s what he always wished, she never loved me, I was not worthy enough, he doesn’t deserve , we were not meant to, she was too ambitious. But the human tendency is such, specially the lovers, they tend to forget everything wrong about the broken relationship and remember only the moments , or rather pictures of happiness. He accepts that it was not her but the World War II that separated them, she saved me by leaving me. Alone in such a crowed world, I am alive but do I live?
Art is a reflection of reality, a mirror of the society. How naked do we like to get in front of that mirror? How much nudity do we accept?Either the nudity of a skin or the nudity of a thought? The courage of getting nude with one’s thoughts or rather, own realities?Was it an easier choice or better choice?Audiences who were familiar with the fact must have experienced a level of discomfort, may have become judgmental and said we knew it was her fault or his fault. They may have taken out their yardsticks of morality, to measure the amount of mistakes each of them have committed. Blame game is again easier when you are outside of the gas chamber. The level of suffocation is beyond imagination. The importance of fresh air is valued only when you have experienced the suffocation of a space which is not yours, with a person who will never be yours. The suffocation is well presented in the play.
Coming back to the choices we make, and the dilemmas, who choose what. All the books I read, movies I watch and the plays I go to, they choose me to be the part of themselves, to some I resist and but most of them get me captivated without my realization. “Teen Ekanta” chose me to get me back into the point where I feel balanced, reinforce my hunger towards life and live it to the fullest.
P.S. The play will be staged at the auditorium of Theatre Village Lazimpat, everyday at 5.30pm.
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