Essay: Centre for Performing Arts

Centre for Performing Arts

Don’t you think that this world is a center of performing arts?

I vehemently believe in this statement.

As Shakespeare asserts

This world is a theater and all the existing humans whether that be men, women, children, older any group of age are simply players. Every being has its ways to survive and each has to play number of roles for a certain period of time. He also asserts that each individual surpass seven stages in his life time. First one is when he is novice to this world, neonate a or an infant. He is just a toy in others’ hands. Then he becomes a school child having a bag full of books. Keeping and dragging satchel reluctantly to the school. Then a stage comes he becomes a lover to a beauty. Then moves to his carrier to be a soldier or doctor or an engineer, full of oaths and very quick=k in quarrel. Then as he goes towards middle age he becomes around belly with moustaches playing the roles of that age and becomes a well polished man full of wise. Then comes the sixth stage of performing arts, his middle age, with glasses on the nose and big manly voice. Then comes the time to turn back to his childish age, lean voice, down shouldered. He becomes oblivion. Becomes a man without eyes, without teeth, without everything.