You said the time is cursed
But my love is cursed by time
And I am cursed by my love
You have only one time
to set right the time out of
joint[1]
I have too a single time
For my love
Your time is yours
Mine is mine
A firefly reminds the moon
I have a time too
For my ambition
“Life is a nightmare. Death?
That is also a mere
consolation.”[2]
A nightmare has a time
A consolation has a time
The time has no time at all.
*
Ophelia was first planned in December 2003 and staged in a national campus theatre festival, organized by Abhivyakti, New Delhi in February 2004 and then in Kalabhavan, Santiniketan on 11th March, 2004. After Delhi and Santiniketan I tried to (re)present Ophelia on 10th January 2007, as a part of National Workshop for Students on Gender and Sexuality in the Disciplinary Paradigms, held in January 8th to 11th, in the Dept. of Art History and Aesthetics, M S University of Baroda. On the basis of the same text, with another text from Mahashweta devi alternative theatre director Parnab Mukherjee experienced Ophelia and O connecting the women all over the world referring Steven Bercoff’s The Secret Love Life of Ophelia as a sub-text.
On April 24, 2013, Multiple Monologues, Aloud Asides, a Disposable Theatre by Kankhowa took place at Gati Studio, Delhi as a part of the festival : The Ghosts of Shakespeare.
[1] ("The time is out of joint; O cursed
spite!/That ever I was born to set it right!" [I.V.211-2]).
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