The stage is flooded with a light that is dim but discernible of the objects on the stage.

The light has a misty hue to its bluish greyness. I immediately like the way it emphasizes every object on stage. The large scaffolding that has been used at the back of the stage gives it the set the atmosphere of a basement. The manner in which the branches of the scaffolding cast shadows on every surface of the stage is dramatic and effective. There is a sparse bed in one corner and on one side of the stage there is a screen with a realistic painting of the look-alike of a mail box. Only other objects in the room are the table that is set opposite to the bed underneath the painted mail box look-alike and an arm chair that seems to be in a dilapidated state. There is waste paper strewn around all around the stage and the dust covered floor is emphasized by the greyish hue of the lighting. The stage is impressive and effective. The scaffolding at the back of the stage could be called creative improvisation. I am already impressed by Theos Gang, a theatre company that was formed by a group of just-out-of school youngsters of whose I have had the pleasure of seeing a quite memorable performance of Waiting for Godot by Samuel Becket. I look forward to this particular performance of Dumb Waiter by which is about to start in less than a minute. The play starts and I adjust in my seat with anticipation and enthusiasm as the time I spend watching a play in the theatre is one of my favorite ways to spend my free time. Yeth who is seated next to me passes me the packet of peanuts he managed to sneak in just after the lights were put out. I never get his fascination to buy obscenely expensive cafeteria food in the theatre and have them during the performance which is not allowed. It must have something to do with the fact that it is not permitted. I shake my head as an indication of I dont want and look ahead, bracing myself. Yeth starts munching on his peanuts with more emphasis than before and it is making a small grinding noise. I am annoyed a little and hope that he will not continue to do so for the entire performance which I know he will. There are two people on stage and both are dressed in shabby clothes. As I start paying more attention to the costumes, the woman who is seated in the front row diagonally to me starts whispering loudly onto her phone. What? she whispers in a manner that everyone within a parameter of ten feet could hear. I roll my eyes and think why she should bother with whispering. I really cannot hear you! I am at the theatre, Jay dragged me to watch this play men! she continues in her completely unnecessary whispering, I notice a slight annoyance in her voice. Mentally shaking my head, I try to focus on the costumes.

Of the two men, one is standing near the table. He looks about forty years. He is wearing a shirt that is too large for his frame and pants that are longer than his legs. Half of his shirt is tucked in and the other half is out. He has about two days worth of stubble on his face. The make-up is clearly what makes the actor who is probably a boy of nineteen look middle aged. There is obviously a lot of talent in this amateur theatre company I think to myself and continue to observe the other man on the stage. He is larger than the first man in his build and his face is clean shaven but his hair is disarrayed and disheveled. His shirt is unbuttoned up to his mid torso. He is wearing a worn out jacket of dark color and his trousers have stiches here and there. And his make-up too is convincing for that of a fifty year old. All of a sudden I realize that this dramatic effect of the make-up and the emphasis on the shabbiness of the costumes must be due to the extremely cautious manner in which the lighting is done.