Who am I? The wearer of characters, The bearer of their pains. My lips vibrate, my eyes rain, My heart burns in their agony. Applause. But who are they? Fragments of a writer’s imagination? Words scattered on a script? I give them life, Their anguish is my torment, Their gloom is my melancholy They are my mates or are they not? Bit by bit consuming my soul Then who am I, mere mould in a statue shop? Applause. Ah that applause! I live for it but what is it? An echo of emptiness That will haunt me till my grave. Oh my life but what a life! My characters are my shadow, My muse, my madness, my mourn My characters are half of me. Inspiration At the end of the play “A Walk in the Woods”, while the hall resonated with the continuous applause for the actors Rajit Kapur and Naseeruddin Shah on their marvellous performance, the moist eyes and forlorn radiant face of Rajit unveiled that he is still in the persona of his character, burning in the fire of a diplomat 'Ram Chinnapa’ and his inner conflicts between his existence as a negotiator and a human being. That was the moment when Rajit and Ram's souls were unified. But Ram had no existence, he was a character brought to life by Rajit. This is the dilemma of an artist. Characters are non-entities without an artist but the artist is also incomplete without them.
