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If you are afraid of dying, you are afraid of living ... how true!

As the biggest and noisiest surf in many years was hitting the iceberg pool last night some of us had to be careful not to misread signs of friendship as signs of attraction. Like a river flows surely to the high sea starry nights and meaningfull conversations with a playwriter extraordinaire can take away your breath, along with any sense of shyness. Indeed, it is very lonely and sometime painful to be confined within one's boundary. We seek to escape the wall of individual identities so that we feel more unified with the world out side of ourselves. How do you write a play about the experience of real, blurred, or imagined multicultural identity? Are there boundaries to who we are? How important is environment in terms who we really are? Is there a limit to nurture? One can't define identities of others unless one learns to define ourselves. Bohemian born, raised under communism and living in Antipodean waters is the short answer to more or less simplified identity ... If only defining ourselves was as easy as leaping from 10000 meters above the air and tumbling headfirst towards the ground while collecting tiny floating egos ... Identity is a demon who devours everything. Your youth, your adulthood, your very being. And all the world is lost to you. You suffer to see a mirage, an illusion. You are not who you thought you were ;-)
Then why getting lost in such mist - the deep mystical forest of identity?
As I knock on doors in order to get the film under my belt I discover all kinds of intriguing facts: Ian Fleming sold the film rights for Casino Royale for $600. The series is reputed to have made over $3 billion ...

A Poem written by TA Ramesh on St Jozef’s name 2006 AD - Take my identity, take my colourful whole life too ...