A small drink messed up the whole scene

Right from my childhood I had a liking for tiatrs. I wishedto be a ‘tiatrist’ when I grew up. The senior boys from my ward would stage atiatr every year. I would often approach them with songs taught to me by mygrandmother and see if I could get an opportunity to sing. Of course, I couldnot sing so well at that time. Every time the senior boys would send me backstating they would give me a chance the following year. This happened for threecontinuous years. But I was not disheartened. I never gave up hope. At the ageof twelve I scripted my first tiatr ‘Ek Rukhachim Tin Follam’ and never lookedback ever since.

I would write two tiatrs in a year and stage them with theyouth of the village. One of my tiatrs was ‘Chikol’. The story revolved round afather and his two sons Roger and Ricky. The father was supposed to drive Rogerout of the house. Someone had once mentioned to him that having a small drinkbefore the performance could help him enhance his acting skill. And withoutanybody’s knowledge this young man who was supposed to play the role of thefather took a small drink before the commencement of the show, just for fun.When the show started and this young man created all commotion. He had no ideaof what he was doing and what he was talking. Instead of driving the elder sonRoger out of the house, he began to drive his younger son Ricky out. I did notknow what to do and how to react. From behind the screen I suggested to thefather “Its not Ricky but Roger who is to be driven out.” He turned aroundlooked into my direction with big eyes and blurted “Director, both of them aremy sons, you don’t have to advise me whom I should drive out of the house. Iwill drive out the one that I want, who are you to advise me?” I dropped thescreen in the middle of the scene.