on a supple DREAM and general observations

i never did ever venture beyond a simple "it was good/great/splendid" or a "naaa... balls to that!" in my opinion about movies, books, plays and such stuffs.. but how company changes a person! i find it now, so hard not to compare and find fault (even while forgetting to pay any actual attention). and when i am thinking back upon the thing, i start looking at it in through the very narrow chinks of the walls of the wise criticism that the wise ones around me have wisened me with. its a fucking curse i say! but no! never will i give in to shittiness of it all..never commit suicide....i'll never go about it with an 'o, for a life of sensation rather that of thought' or beg to be scuttling crabs with no conception of its scuttling. im glad for thought, for what are we but for thought? perhaps if i think enough (dont try such stunts, karthik, you say?) then i'l solve the muddles born of little thought; like saying that if the apocalypse and destruction in human instinct is the natural order of things, then as natural is an effort to make things better, and so, that such an effort is worth it; or like saying that if the libido is the path through the jungle, then surely the ego shines the light there (oasis lyrics come to my mind).
anyway, i really enjoyed the DREAM. i tended to feel a little bored of the ever-winding plot, but im convinced its only because i was once part of an msnd production with 8 shows, many more run throughs and a lot more rehearsing... however, i must say that i would not have understood what was happening if i hadnt been familiar with it. how the fuck do i know, you ask? :p and i'd show you the tongue again if it werent occupied with more important employment. the mixed cast and their multi-lingual speech- bhashas from all corners of india were brought together- was really...ummm... super duper interesting! i particularly felt such joy and pr.... pride and joy when the mallus did their thing. however, here it comes, i wonder how much the audience that wasnt familiar with the play could have gotten out of the play, besides the "visual and musical treat" that it offered to the ears and noses, respectively. i mean, how much of the elemental story ... that is, the story in its original script form, could'v gotten across... to take a balanced stand upon the fence, a lot did come through, at the spirito-sensual level (!) ... the chemistries, etc... the sets were too frikkin good, and the actors were so amazing i neednt even think of going there!! they were pros! my personal favs besides (ofcos) bottom, were the female fairy (so agile and about! ...and pretty too), and good ole malayali obe (i wish i could reproduce some of his dialogues here, but neither my mal of that level nor my memory proves helpful).
to sum up, i went to watch a certain enourmously-talented-&-imaginative-without-me-having-tosay-so tim supple's midsummernight's dream with my dad, and saw so many people there... bala, krishna, tara, sunder and andrea (tho only-sigh-from far), mr.and mrs. ramnarayan, prashanth and roshan from college, etc............................
i also happened to really enjoy the show notwithstanding the many distractions from within and without. well, thats theatre, innit?
p.s. i got a free complementary fan and odomos (if anyone reads all this its those who know already, but.... wha'eva)