In A Defense of Theatrics..........

A nautanki, in the most philosophically possible definition, would be a person with a dramatic sense of experiencing life, people, time and emotions. Those who are self proclaimed dramatical personages or are seen as such by those around them, take the designation very very seriously. And they would all agree with me when I say that it takes a lot of emotionalism to keep up with the demands of the whole thing.
Now the problem as I see it is the way dramatic people are misunderstood. More often than not, these people and their reactions are laughed off and dismissed. What they experience is considered to be nothing more than an exaggerated version of the reality, if not a complete figment of their supposedly wild imaginations. They are at times even accused of lacking the finesse to appreciate the beauty of simplicity. And these to be honest, are really just some of the weird myths wrapping up the figure of the nautanki.
I am attempting only a small defense here.
And so I ask, what is simplicity? Is it not a relative term in itself, as indeed are all others? And then what is an exaggerated sense of living if life itself is an individual experience?
Many think of life as a straight road, living it from one point to the other…but is not a straight road as good as a clichéd style of murder? Like poisoning your victim or stabbing him while he sleeps?
But now take a detour……turn into alleys strange and unfamiliar…look into dingy bars…does it not heighten your experience of time? Does the detour not give sensuality to living? And strangle me if it does not extract grand and extreme reactions from you. A minute on the straight road would go by unnoticed. But if you think a minute in that dingy bar would go by without a mark, then perhaps….you really are much more stoic than I earlier warranted….think the slow tick tock of the old old clock on the wall.....and the glass of horrible beer stands in front. Sweat pours down your back.
And here comes in the drama…for without this particular effect, everything would be a dull and sad excuse for living…..
A flair for a full experience of your environment, a constant desire to maximize the emotions of time and events and the capacity to recount everything with just as color, should not I think be dismissed as wild imagination or histrionics. It is not a finesse they lack, it is the truth of their emotions they are readily sharing with the stone faces around.
Perhaps for as long as we live, drama should reign supreme in this world of soon-to-be zombies people. Theatrics is but the spice of life.

G