There is magic in the air. After wading hip-deep each day in the morass of TV
programs with themes as similar as the unimaginativeness of their producers, the
public, especially of Hyderabad, has found respite in the form of two long hours
or real time brain-stimulants. Sponsored by the Grandslam Group, P C Sorcar Junior
and his Indrajal show are here to promise you some very close encounters of the
The ever-energetic and sprightly Sorcar Jr. has all the tricks in his basket. And some too big to fit in it, like the humongous hammers and saws that he uses to take you to dreamscape. Starting with the regular sword-cutting-the-girl numbers, the magician takes you into the world of space and astronauts in a way that would make many NASA scientists revise their résumés. Then you find him 'In The Company Of Ghosts', as in the pyramids, and soon, rescuing the Egyptian princess. And then you are taken for a ride through the Assamese 'Lahe Lahe' and ancient Greek, on your way to the 'Indian Temple'.
And of course, where there is a magician, there'll be birds and disappearances and reappearances galore, too. Sorcar's 'Canyon And The Paper Lantern' number has the potential of inspiring a certain Mr. G W Bush to enlist his services towards making somebody appear.
And if you are still sitting at the very edge of your chairs, here is something to ensure a speedy fall, albeit of your jaws only. With his eyes blindfolded, the magician manages to make you think that you are smacked, even when you haven't had a drink since last week. You got to see this to not believe this.
There are some old-time ticklish teasers like 'The Milk In The Jug' and 'The Newspaper Trick', which are enlivened by the audience's participation. And kudos to Sorcar for making the regular 'Water Of India' enjoyable with his comic timing. Some visual relief to the city-dwellers subjected to MCH's tragic sense of water-timing.
Another highlight of the show is Maneka Sorcar, P C Sorcar's daughter and the 9th generation torch-bearer of the Sorcar legacy. While her numbers, especially the one resulting in a distressed albino dwarf, are a tad too long for sustaining excitement, she is steadily moving towards a promising career, and papa Sorcar is not going to the Old Actors' Home any sooner.
After some intermittent dancing 'n' prancing pin-ups by the troupe, and not to mention the slightly painful acoustical enrichments (after all, magic, they say, is half-distraction), we move towards the finale. In his last act, the master of the game presents himself as a freshly-sawed two-piece dish. Justifiably, his masterpiece.
In conclusion, you won't say 'been there seen all' for a long time. In the words of the quick-witted Sorcar himself, that's why you pay.