Breath - A Play By Samuel Beckett

Breath - A Play By Samuel Beckett 

                            Here is my  interpretation about this Play Breath  by Samuel Beckett.

                    First of all if we watch this video without any background reading and without knowing that who write this play we must speak this words that 

"What is this all Rubbish kind of things". 

Yes, we find this play very rubbish at it's first look. While watching this play we also feel Nausea kind of feelings. But when we apply so many things over this we can find that this play is very interesting. Full of philosophies of life. But it is all our interpretations that we are giving to this play.

                    As Samuel Beckett says in his quote that,

"Nothing is more important than nothing".

Same thing we can apply here that our life is not important as such. We born with some cries as shown in this play. Then comes waste and all types of Garbage.Our life is same like garbage. Nothing  fruitful emerges from it.

How i would like to explain that as said in Bhagavad Gita,

Tumhara kya gaya jo tum rote ho? Tum kya laaye the, Jo tumne kho diya? Tumne kya paida kiya tha jo naash ho gaya? Na tum kuch lekar aaye, Jo liya yahin se liya, Jo diya yahin par diya! Khaali haath aaye, khaali haath chale! Jo aaj tumhara hai, kal kisi aur ka tha, Parson kisi aur ka hoga! Tum ise apna samajh kar magn ho rahe ho, Bass yahi parsantta tumhare dukhon ka karan Hai!

Parivartan sansar ka Niyam hai! Jise tum mrityu samajhte ho Vahi toh jeevan hai! Ek xann mein tum karodon ke swami ban jaate ho, dusre hee xann tum darider ho jaate ho! Tera mera chotta badda, apna paraya, mann se mita do, Vichaar se hata do Phir sab tumhara hai aur tum sabke ho!

It is the central thing. 

That's why Nothingness is at the center in this play. 

Or we can also say that this waste and garbage is representation of our thoughts that we think that we are something but in actual life we are nothing. 

We all are (means All Human Beings) like waste or garbage. It doesn't matters that what we are? We are Shakespeare or Alexander every one are like same,

 "A Handful of Dust" which has to destroy

                                                   Thank You ....