From the Hard Drive to the Proscenium

The easiest and the toughest part of a drama is its start, the rising of an action. In life or in drama the unfolding lies in the dormant seed that rests in the womb(writer's fertile mind in the case of drama). Once the words have been delivered into the processor, it is beyond the maker to recall them or even shape its destiny. There is a long journey or matruing of the script, much longer than it is for an ebullient, not so talented actor, not to mention the talented ones, till it finds its way to the stage. Though in the end its the script that will outlive the actor, director or even the stage. For isn't the modern day stage very differnt from the amphitheatres of ancient Greece or the temporary stage of the ancient India? Writer's dilemma is then, to either spend his breath and whatever little energy he has to push the play with all his might, or dramatise the next bright idea. And more often than not the play that will survive is the one that was pushed the hardest. So can I draw somebody's attention to the play I have put up as a blog entry, 'The Lost Dog' (scroll down the blog entries pl)! The play is not just a chronicle of the ongoing socio-demographic transition of our country but of a global phenomenon of fusing identities and cultures. Immigrant literature and perhaps drama is not just an immigrant's story written by an immigrant writer, it is history fictionalised/dramatised. Any one interested even remotely in staging/enacting/discussing/reading the play, on stage/streets/classroom/neighbourhood, please get in touch with me.