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I had gone to see a play. Sounds simple , well not quite, as there was loads to analyse and more to think, than just sit and relax. The production house didn't disappoint me, and provided me with a perfect roller coaster ride, taking me through highs and unimaginable lows in the span of 40 minutes.

The curriculum that they had undertaken showed a lot of courage ,innovation but also amongst all those things, one thing, made itself vividly evident, PASSION.

The way it begun was brilliant, the stage , the get up, and especially the on stage narrator. The mundane events of life were highlighted in a new light, where everything else seemed to be so pragmatic and calculated.
The subsequent scheme of things was somewhat more of a round about approach to the rather simplistic events of life. The work place and specially Cha-er dokan were a total let down and I must say with special care and concern, that without the Cha-Wallahs , am sure the soup would have tasted way better.

A bolt from the blue, in a language used nowhere else, that scene, seemed alienated. It broke continuity and strangled the lucidity that is sometimes the life blood of such an abstract idea.

The magic though was somewhere else.

The close to perfect use of music, the perfect props, and exquisite visual experience made it The 40 minutes, I would actually bother to remember for a while.

The narrator especially ,wasexemplary, and brilliant, using every nook and corner of the stage and doings all things right, She totally killed It. The fact that the stage had a fixed spot focus didn't help much ,yet the use of light and shadow, colours andall redefined the visual experience.

The good parts were outstanding and the poor , WELL PRETTY DARN PATHETIC.

The extremities in quality sometimes baffled the mind, yet it was the highs that worked perfectly in sync with the lows, to give a concoction that tastes somewhat well brewed.

The simplistic adoption of FB ,Skype was fantastic, yet in all humour I must say, that gOOgle was the best of them all.

Overall , it was an amazing evening, travelling through the land of Witches and Bob, thebonsai , living life, Ranbir "es-style", or the devil incarnate being stalked by shadowy women of the dark .

One must realize that acting geeky is not a geek's job, but an actors' , and in some places a geek/loser/quantum of pathos can actually ruin a scene more, than perhaps a Rakhi Sawant in Inception.
<*He totally deserved to be dumped.....:p>

Yet the last scene made up for all the grievances. The way it summed up life, made things easy, brought things closer to reality, and helped us find somewhere deep within the abstractionism, a ray of realistic light.

I hear that the woman in magenta, had a sprained leg, and that just increases my awe, and respect for her all the more, Lady , you rocked, and for that leg of yours, TAKE A BOW, you totally deserve it.

She pulled the play through and made it reach its goal, made it a point to make sure, things were clear between the stage and the viewers in many places, where the connection was lost.

Here I must again add a few things about the people I know:

Ritwik Goswami's cheesy/cheeky STARSTRUCK role, was well jotted but I must say this and am sure many would agree that he is a way more charming and charismatic character in real life than he was in his Wonder Boy role on stage.<:p I hope he takes this in good spirit>

The script seemed loose, in many places but the visuals knitted it together well enough.

The Gandhi Monkey's scene was amazingly synced and so was another which I will keep for my special praise later.

For me it was a play, which lacked guts, but packed purpose, which was modest in approach but lofty in thought, which was simple for the simpletons and ambitious for the ones who seek deep, but a over indulgence in commercializing parts of the play ,played a total spoiler.

Joking about the American President's name, is not exactly humorous and extremely untowardly from matured individuals, excuses like "feeding my neighbour's dog" were way too cliché to be used again and what's good in a Boss who isn't bossy enough.

However now there are some special things which I will cherish from the 40-40 <40 bucks for 40 minutes> experience.

The torch scene was amazing, and brilliantly synced. The way they moved, the patterns they formed, were a visual treat , the Satan had an impressive vocal texture and so did the initial voice over at the very beginning about "balding head"

If asked , did I learn anything from it, I would say a lot, if asked, if I would love to watch it again , I would say Yes, but add without a few scenes and schemes.

Script Writer ,a little more thought might help; Director, "TAKE A BOW"; Actors, extremities should be bridged somewhere and backstage, well done with the management!

I must still say, that 2piR, was one of the better experiences which I will cherish. The overall event was impressive and the effort outstanding. As a viewer from the seats and as a person who is extremely passionate about Drama, I write this review with no intention to offend but to express a view I wanted to, ever since I was imprinted a "Hypocrite", on my wrist and I have tried my best not to be one.

StageFright, Thumbs Up, for the effort.....

For the rest I haven't mentioned about, due to lack of my memory and perception , my humble apologies, am sure you all did a brilliant job, to do something as beautiful as this, and am sure you will continue to inspire us, in the days to come , with better and brighter plays, with or without CHA-Wallahs and Geeks....

It struck the right chord but cut the wrong segment, it had the right circumference but the wrong area, yet in all these, it was not a tangent and it did bring us all back to where we started than leaving us hanging in limbo.After all with a Pi in your equation you can never get it totally correct, but am sure it was close to being as good as it was meant to be....

Shine On......

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