Far from his image as TV’s most cherished nostalgic holy person, today around night time Ahad is Hamlet on a stage in Calgary, a long way from Pakistan. His cheeks are indented, he’s talking past Shakespearean English and of course, he’s some place down in considered the nuances to the character that he is playing.
I review an exchange from a long time back when a frowning Ahad had considered the shades to Dr Asfandyar, the lovelorn holy person that he played in the show Yaqeen Ka Safar. Directly, he’s plunging into Hamlet’s psyche. “The more I execute as Hamlet, the more I become increasingly familiar with about him,” he muses.
“With every execution, I feel that I add more to him. Additionally, I focus on whether he truly was crazy or was basically professing to be crazy? After the show, I requested some from the group a comparable request and they didn’t know either. Regardless, an execution that deserts you assuming is a tolerable one.”
This is ordinary Ahad. He enjoys devoting himself totally to a character, eviscerating its brain, bearing it with him wherever he goes. “It gets crippling,” he says.
“The shadow of the characters that I play tail me for whatever time span that I am playing out the activity. I can’t dismiss it. Also, Hamlet is particularly an incapacitating character. There’s so much air that ought to be made around him. I can’t just slip into him over the range of the execution. The principal event when I am before a crowd of people, I am hollering my eyes out and yelling. He laughs, he cries and he’s normally irritated and for two hours and 45 minutes, for 35 extra shows, I am him.”