Our Director Subash Chandra Pradhan with Dr. Tapas Das President Kolkata Esso Natak Shikhi at Rabindra Sadan on occasion of 7th National Children’s Theatre Festival, Kolkat from 11th to 12th Jun, 2010.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
S.D.A.Mirror Theatre at Rabindra Sadan,Kolkata
S.D.A.Mirror Theatre participated 7th National Children’s Theatre Festival at Rabindra Sadan, Kolkata from 11th to 13th June 2010 organized by Eso Natak Shikhi,Kolkata.
The Play Moor Kathani (My Tale)
Surrounded by lush green forest and lofty hills, nestles in the lap of nature a small tribal hamlets named Hatisara. At the foot of the village flows a small murmuring brook Samaru, on orphan since childhood, has now grown up in to a youth, brought up under the loving care and soothing touch of mother nature. In this remote tribal village, samaru is well known as a man of compassionate nature, someone filled with “the milk of human kindness”. He loved Phula,s charming village lass, from the very core of his heart. But abject pecuniary constraints act as a stumbling block for Samaru. Phula,s father doesn’t recognize their true love as Samaru doesn’t have enough money to arrange for their marriage conforming to tribal custums. With a promise to arrange the required amount in a year’s time, Samaru toils ceaselessly collecting forest products but is prevented by the forest guard. In desperation, Samaru succumbs to the temptation of the landlord of the village and is engaged in large-scale felling of trees. Incidentally he is arrested by the Police.
To secure his release, he has to bribe the police with his hard-earned money. With a little money at his disposal, Samaru turns to cultivation. But the crops perish due to severe drought. Wide-spread famine takes many villages in its vicious grip. People starve to death. Having saved some money, Samaru goes to marry the darling of his heart, Phula. But, alas, what does he encounter there!!! He finds the earth caving in under his feet, his dream shattered into pieces. Unable to bear the lashes of poverty and pangs of starvation, Phula has died. Samaru can not make out who is responsible for this natural calamity, this human tragedy-our so-called leaders? the village headman? Or he him self? Who is responsible for this drought, this global warming?
Samaru’s heart is filled with a sense of guilt and remorse. By his relentless destruction of the forest he has invited disaster, the drought and the escalating heat. The village landlord, on his election campaign, seeks the support of the villagers. He requests them to cast their votes on the Axe (his election symbol) for the amelioration of the tribal folk. But Samaru and all the people of Hatisara are no longer prepared to fall a prey to these temptations. They take away the axe from the village landlord saying that the axe belongs to them; it is their identity. The axe which they used in the past to destroy the forest will henceforth be wielded for the protection of the same………….
The Play Moor Kathani (My Tale)
Surrounded by lush green forest and lofty hills, nestles in the lap of nature a small tribal hamlets named Hatisara. At the foot of the village flows a small murmuring brook Samaru, on orphan since childhood, has now grown up in to a youth, brought up under the loving care and soothing touch of mother nature. In this remote tribal village, samaru is well known as a man of compassionate nature, someone filled with “the milk of human kindness”. He loved Phula,s charming village lass, from the very core of his heart. But abject pecuniary constraints act as a stumbling block for Samaru. Phula,s father doesn’t recognize their true love as Samaru doesn’t have enough money to arrange for their marriage conforming to tribal custums. With a promise to arrange the required amount in a year’s time, Samaru toils ceaselessly collecting forest products but is prevented by the forest guard. In desperation, Samaru succumbs to the temptation of the landlord of the village and is engaged in large-scale felling of trees. Incidentally he is arrested by the Police.
To secure his release, he has to bribe the police with his hard-earned money. With a little money at his disposal, Samaru turns to cultivation. But the crops perish due to severe drought. Wide-spread famine takes many villages in its vicious grip. People starve to death. Having saved some money, Samaru goes to marry the darling of his heart, Phula. But, alas, what does he encounter there!!! He finds the earth caving in under his feet, his dream shattered into pieces. Unable to bear the lashes of poverty and pangs of starvation, Phula has died. Samaru can not make out who is responsible for this natural calamity, this human tragedy-our so-called leaders? the village headman? Or he him self? Who is responsible for this drought, this global warming?
Samaru’s heart is filled with a sense of guilt and remorse. By his relentless destruction of the forest he has invited disaster, the drought and the escalating heat. The village landlord, on his election campaign, seeks the support of the villagers. He requests them to cast their votes on the Axe (his election symbol) for the amelioration of the tribal folk. But Samaru and all the people of Hatisara are no longer prepared to fall a prey to these temptations. They take away the axe from the village landlord saying that the axe belongs to them; it is their identity. The axe which they used in the past to destroy the forest will henceforth be wielded for the protection of the same………….
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