3 Review(s)

When Piyush Mishra is on the stage, the only thing visible is his enthusiasm. Those who have seen him performing solo at Mandi House would have been able to see that ring of energy moving in the same way even today. A complete actor with great passion in his songs, his music, his body and his art! Now he is doing films, writing songs, composing music; And this is his autobiography which he has written on the lines of a novel. And not written; Like words have been presented in the form of pictures. Everything in it is as 'perfect' as he himself is as an actor. Neither any additional word, nor any sentence that does not enliven the scene. A child born in an 'unusual' family in Gwalior, Madhya Pradesh, step by step explores the extraordinaryness hidden within him; And overcoming the frustrated and pitiful obstacles of the town's middle class, he gradually comes face to face with the artist within him. In front of his own self with which he has to struggle in his fresh life; In front of our fears, it is not as important to be afraid of them as it is to understand them. The hero of this autobiographical novel, Hamlet, i.e. Santap Trivedi, i.e. Piyush Mishra does this work at his own cost. This autobiography, as much as it tells the external story - of Gwalior, Delhi, NSD, Mumbai, fellow artists etc., tells more of the internal story, which has been woven into such a transitory scenario which happens only sometimes. In this we see many happy and sad aspects of the theater world of Delhi, National School of Drama and the film world of Mumbai; Also the inner journey of making an actor. And also the distractions, deviations and apprehensions of a sensitive creative mind. But the greatest achievement of this book is its prose. Piyush Mishra's words are on his shoulders here. This prose feels like sunshine in the ever narrowing Hindi range of readability.