Sudalaiyadi

(A dancer on the ashes of cemeteries)

This performance has performed at 11st international theatre festival

India, Cuttuck
Oct 2007

Performers:

Shima Zare`fard , Mehran Golmohammadi & Mehdi Farajpour

Assistant:

Yashar pourgholi zadeh

stage manager:

Varesh Darvish

Graphic designer:

Maryam Majidi

Public Relations:

Varesh Darvish

Scription:

- Sudalaiyadi is a mental story about one second of a monk`s life who lives and works in a temple .He burns dead bodies at that temple and that is his job.
   A night when he was burning a dead body, thought one of corpses does not burn, but it is dancing on the fire,...
“sudalaiyadi “in Indian mythological definition means: “A dancer who dances on the ashes of cemetery“ and it is one of the SHIVA`s ( Indian goddess of dance and love ) names.
   Whilst hearts of people were changed to be as a cemetery, he will start his dance in the hearts of the people (cemeteries) and he will disturb the world with his dance.
Our performance`s monk was terrified of this and prefered to killhimself instead of waiting for death coming.

About the dance:

- Tandava is one of the darknatuire dances of Shery Nataraga or Shiva which is polished in kally ages in arder to ruin the world.
- In this dance performance, madly motions of Shiva are symbols of love for liberty and that will be manifested in mystery of setting fire on the corpses of cemetry.

Monologues:

 _ It was night and I saw a dead body in the gloomy cemetery, which was running and dancing and continually killing himself, again and again. Dying and dancing, dancing and dying, dancing on the ashes of cemetery. His name`s “Suddalaiyadi”.
Finally rested on the ashes of himself and fire suppressed, but I did not find comfort, never. Because I had seen a dead body dancing with fire, in fire, likes fire. So, I will run till the end of the world. Escape…., escape…, escape…..

 _Thou, who like cemetery!
I have built a cemetery from my heart. So, that thow, whose place is in the cemeteries, could perform thy eternal dance.
O, mother, there is nothing inside my heart except you.
The man of fire of dead melting days and nights, and the ashes of dead scattered all around.
I have resisted over unpleasant with the hope of you coming.
Shelter in my heart, and perform your rhythmical dance, so, that I can see you with eyes of my heart.

 _ I burnt.
I burnt.
I burnt.
My hands, my eyes, my feet.
I danced, without feet and hands.
Burnt and danced, danced and burnt.
My dance was not a dance, it was a pain.
It was not a dance, it was fire and darkness.
I burnt.
I burnt…

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