Courtesy: The Hindu |
The literary world is celebrating the 60th
Anniversary of the first performance of Samuel Beckett’s short play, Waiting for Godot. It was first staged on 5 Jan 1953 in
Paris. Though it has no plot in the
conventional sense, it went on to create history in literature. It established a new convention in drama
called the Theatre of the Absurd. True, dramatists like Ionesco and Arthur Adamov
had already written plays in that convention in 1950. But Beckett catapulted the genre into
limelight.
Estragon and
Vladimir are the two major characters in the play. They are beggarly creatures waiting in a desolate
street for someone called Godot. But
they are not sure whether they really have this appointment, nor whether they
are in the right place. They don’t know
why they are waiting for Godot. In fact,
they are not even sure of their own names.
While waiting, they indulge in seemingly meaningless conversation.
They talk about the two thieves crucified along with Jesus, of leaves
falling and the transitoriness of life. They contemplate suicide and even attempt it but
fail due to sheer incompetence.
Sometimes Estragon’s shoes fit him and sometimes they are too tight.
In each of the two Acts of the play, Estragon and
Vladimir meet another pair, Pozzo and
Lucky. The fat and opulent Pozzo is
the master of the thin and old Lucky, though Pozzo says that Lucky taught him
everything. Lucky speaks little and when
he does at his master’s order it is meaningless, apparent burlesque on some
scientific or philosophical argument. Pozzo controls Lucky with a halter and whip. In Act 2, when Pozzo has gone blind, Lucky is
struck dumb.
Nothing
really happens in the play.
The absence of the conventional elements of a play – the exposition,
middle and end – is conspicuous. There
is no study of any character. There is
no analysis of life in any meaningful way.
The final situation is just the same as the opening one – waiting for
Godot. Both the Acts end with a boy
announcing Godot’s inability to come, but there is also a promise that he would
come the next day.
Beckett refused to give any meaning or interpretation
to the play. He even claimed that he
didn’t know what it meant. Literary
critics have given various interpretations.
Most interpretations rely heavily on the Existentialist philosophy
propounded mainly by Nobel laureate novelist, Jean Paul Sartre.
Nothing really happens in human life though we all go
about doing a lot of things: marrying and begetting children, earning and
spending, ensuring as great a future as possible for our offspring, grabbing
and bequeathing, worshipping god(s) and even fighting for them… waiting for
some glorious future!
“Godot is nothing but the name for the fact that life
which goes on pointlessly misinterprets itself as ‘waiting,’ as ‘waiting for
something,’” said literary critic, Günther Anders. The waiting is futile because life is
essentially absurd, without meaning or purpose.
Except the meaning and purpose given to it by each one
of us. The Existentialist philosophy
says that each one of us is responsible for what is happening to us. True, life sets limits to our potential and
it may even proffer a tragic dimension to our existence. Yet there are possibilities and
opportunities.
We have no choice about being thrust into the world,
but how we live and what we become are the result of our choices. If we don’t make the choice with intellectual
honesty, we won’t be any different from Estragon and Vladimir.
Note:
This blog is occasioned by an article [The
hopeless human predicament] that appeared in the Sunday Magazine of today’s
Hindu [20 Jan].
Thanks to you, now I know I ain't waiting for no Godot (how do you pronounce this name?)! Yes, I know what Existentialism is, where your existence precedes the essence of your life, what it means to be you, which you make up as you go along.
ReplyDeleteYour parents may have had some idea for you but it is you who makes that life, only as you go along, making choices and taking responsibility for your choices. I would have had difficulty in understanding this message from the play (I am no play going person!).
Thanks.
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You are most welcome, Raghuram. Existentialism is a philosophy that attracts me much. When I did a course in Psychology, I found the Existentialist approach to counselling equally attractive. [I'm now in the process of applying that approach to my own present condition :)]
DeleteBecket wrote the play originally in French. The French have their own peculiar way of silencing the last consonant. So the last 't' in Godot remains silent.
Still Matheikal, is it Goda or Godoo :)
DeleteLike Focault is Foocoo!
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It's Goddamn!
DeleteVery nice post..I think there was a play in Bangalore too..recently. Took me back to the college days..& this of course as led to so many other similar plays too.
ReplyDeleteOne of my favourite bits of graffiti -- 'Out for Lunch. Back at 2. Godot'
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