That night I found my self sitting in the theatre waiting for the performance to start.

A man with long hair (some of them were white), and careless beard appeared on the stage. He was almost naked with Indian oily skin. His eyes were made up of white phosphorous shining in theater red light. He looked at the audience as a predator and began to walk slowly thru the edge of the stage. He kept on playing silently with our psychology till the audience was curious enough to know the texture of his voice. When he was too late to start the performance the moment of truth arrived uncovering the charade of embarrassment. He spoke in a shameless heavy tone.

  

“Though I have forgotten my dialogues there is no dearth of art inside me. No..!!

 Do not misinterpret it as a beg of faith, rather It’s a command to feel my words for next thirty minutes. …. “[He spoke to the zero] HA HA HA. Art is my kingdome and stage my castle… [To the audience with wicked expression] you won’t believe even if I take oath from here because this stage is a place of pretence for you. Part of an act. Ha…But I touch wood [touching the stage] and swear to my kingdome that your 30 minutes and 100/- both are destined to be worthful.

so [relaxing and commanding] why not to start the story with the eternal truth None other then the ruthless death itself. Yes!!! Don’t you think it matches with my insanity? [Speak to zero] HA HA HA... insanity… 

  

Your blood is cold frozen and rotten to pale yellow. Alas!  You can feel the leaches creeping thru your veins desperately sucking the drops of life out of you.

You can see the eagle, also is not too far in the sky. You look at him & he snatches a ball from your eye digging the fountain of blood.  

You fall down and see the glutton jackal arriving with sharp teeth.yes!!!!He tears the life out of your stinking flesh and some greedy dogs are waiting for their turn, fighting over the first bite.

The jackal is gone now but the coward canines are your wound licker.    

You try to grab your bones and they have become brittle like sand with ants puncturing it joyfully.

The dusk has shadowed your eyes and you can hear the rats coming near then and nearer now. 

Though the story finishes it’s not the perfect ending because you are still in your senses.

 Your life itself is the symptom of illness & you are just half dead.[speak to zero] HA HA HA  The rest alive part is judging whether I deserve your 100 rupees and thirty minutes.  "

- Wrote some time in 2009, edited and directed by Ashutosh, performed and acted my Abhitej Gupta