Director’s Note Life is full of choices, and we are defined by them. Tell me what your choices are, and I will tell you who you are. I always wonder how I choose a play to direct. Do I choose the play or does the play choose me? It will always remain a mystery that I will not be able to unravel in my life time. Once the choice is made, I usually read the play several times. Somewhere I want the play to talk to me; most of the time the play remains silent as though smiling at me without uttering a single word. I smile back and read it again. And one day the silence is broken. Some times this encounter happens before the rehearsals and at other times during them. Theatre is magic. For Hamlet, since it is still fresh in my mind, I can recall the sentence that made me ponder my aesthetic choice and the ideological interpretation of my direction. In the play, one of the secondary characters says, “There is some thing rotten in the kingdom of Denmark”. What an encounter! So relevant, even today. This sentence was thrumming in my mind, disturbing me in my sleep, during my walks, even while I was discussing it with friends. It kept on haunting me like a phantom. What is rotten in Hamlet’s kingdom of Denmark? And one day, I thought that I have found it. In the kingdom of Denmark, nobody sleeps. There is no trust, only conspiracies. Everybody is spying on someone. A son suspects his mother, a husband suspects his wife. There is no passion. No love. No lovers. In this play, there are no nights. No black out. No confidence. There is no black or white, no colors. We only find an ever-changing grey where everybody accuses, but nobody apologizes. There are only corpses in the Royal Palace of Denmark. Indeed, there is something rotten in the kingdom of Denmark.