Saturday, April 12, 2014

A blank brown page



Scene: Apprentice in a doctor's chamber.
Action: Discussion about a strange patient


Apprentice       : A strange patient has come in Sir!
Doctor             : Tell me…
Apprentice       : He thinks his eyes are made of wood and his throat, of butter!
Doctor             : Ha!   
Apprentice       : And that if you left him in the open his throat would melt, his eyes would burn
Doctor             : Interesting!
Apprentice       : And one more thing…
Doctor             : What? You and your one more thing…tell me!
Apprentice       : The moment you meet him, he will shake hands with you, warmly congratulate you. He   does this because he thinks wars have ended and borders have been erased. All countries have unanimously decided to put all arms and weapons into a museum, also he will narrate to you as though he is seeing visitors in those museums eagerly seeing the please-do-not-touch labeled arms!
Doctor             : So what is your observation?
Apprentice       : It is a case of fear psychosis sir..that’s why throat is made of butter
Doctor             : Okay! But why his eyes have to be wooden!
Apprentice       : No clue…that’s why we need your expert help.
Doctor             : The burning part is understandable…he might be having some issues with heat, or the Sun
Apprentice       : Could it also be some heated discussion or some cruel acts
Doctor             : Ha! Can’t be ruled out!
Apprentice       : In the room where he’s kept temporarily, he has written a whole lot of rubbish
Doctor             : Like what? Is he violent?
Apprentice       : No! But he shouts saying….
butter gutter hitting list
wooden notes of ruling king
killingkilling only killing
little bird little bird
do as I command you
so many such beautiful things
killingkilling only killing
dancing dancing everyone sings
…and then he says… Goblgoblgoblgobl…dingdongrings…
…and goes on dancing, laughing aloud, spits a little as if to cleanse his mouth and then with folded hands as if to seek pardon, starts kissing everything in the room, like the table, the chair, the floor…while doing so keeps on murmuring…no nono, you cannot do that, I know you didn’t do this…this becomes dangerous after a while because the other day he was trying to kiss the table fan…
Doctor             : Is he violent?
Apprentice       : No!
Doctor             : Let’s go!
They look and start reading slowly…
Narrator           : [on the wall, they see] reads
NASA is now concerned only with this earth, they are developing a robust
Peace technology, ISRO is busy developing Peacetenics, and all universities
are developing programmes like Peace++, Lovetonics, Trustmetrics… … in all countries there are institutions of love, each better than the other where there are researches going on to see how love can be applied in all subjects without appearing silly …like love in history, love in mathematics, love in technology, love in law, in sports, in literature, etc. love in medicine, love in politics…people have suddenly realized that it is an en-ending field… and intelligent people from all walks of life have started taking real interest in it…there’s also another subject called understanding, which has become more important than solution providing, like understanding people, process, product, etc…

Patient              : [pointing at the doctor] Congratulations… you have cracked it Sir!!! We made it!!!

[Doctor gives a dead fish handshake and goes off the screen holding onto Apprentice’s hand]

[they come back to their chamber]

Doctor             : If his eyes are of wood, how can he write?
Apprentice       : He says he doesn’t write Sir…sorry sir…forgot to tell you that…
Doctor             : Then?
Apprentice       : He says he’s not writing anything, but wall readers are seeing those because of what is running in their minds!
Doctor             : Holy crap! Get me his details.
Apprentice       : Spouse. Child. Pet.
Doctor             : Has anyone come to look for him?
Apprentice       : No.
Doctor             : Anyone died in war?
Apprentice       : No.
Doctor             : Qualification? Age?
Apprentice       : 40+ Was a research scholar, but discontinued. Judged misfit. Thrown out of previous office. As a child was thrown out of school, fled from home.
Doctor             : Is he like this all the time?
Apprentice       : No sir, he’s very normal…but his eyes are always away. He keeps talking about his childhood days…it seems he has got stuck somewhere. Through hypnosis, we found out that he was dragged out of his school by a durwan named Ramu, who took him out of the school and brought him home…he was 13 years old. Later teachers of that school told his father that he has done something to be ashamed of…that other children will get wrongly influenced in his company…he broke the partition of his school, and he had asked a girl of his class whether she was virgin. This was his crime. Back in his time, these types of frankness people did not have. I think there was nothing wrong with the school; they have to take care of other children too!
Doctor             : [looks at him…thinks…hangs his head down, as if in shame, and very softly looks up] Any tragic / sudden death in family?
Apprentice       : No.
Doctor             : Attempted suicide?
Apprentice       : Do not know
Doctor             : [excited…shouts] then know!
Apprentice       : Okay Sir…sure…
Doctor             : How can this person, who has the potential to be a criminal, talk about love and peace and all that…
Apprentice       : Potential criminal! I don’t think so Sir!
Doctor             : Who is asking you to think? did you find anything in his wallet?
Apprentice       : Lots of debit cards, family photo, some money, and…
Doctor             : And?
Apprentice       : A brown blank page

Screen falls half exposing only the lower portion of the actors on stage. They stand still. Only the narrator moves, and reads,

“Notes by the doctor: Patient found alone. No family care. Un-resolved childhood issues. Deeply shocked by war, however, it is a case of fear psychosis and schizophrenia. Ruling out social concern,
Therapy
Shock”

[completely dark…screen rises, lights only on the patient]

Patient, in chains, shifted from the temporary chamber.

Lights on

Doctor:            Peace technology! Peace++!


[The doctor murmurs what is written on the wall and takes photos of the scribble. He could not see the scribbles quite clearly, it was almost blank. However, he thought he’d take the last picture.]

Click!

Curtain falls.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

some threeliners

Train at night whistles
Ready food calls from kitchen
Children on terrace

Newly wed bride looks
Moon behind the cloud peeps
Groom sees pleasant smiles

Recession panics
Lovers meet in open air
For some priceless time

Compulsive begging

Compulsive begging

Calling bell rings.
Yes, come in please.
She has come from the Sundarbans
To a painter’s house;
I the painter will run my brush of her
For a high-end client;
Her struggling teeth opened up to give
Me something she’d want me to know as smile,
I smiled back, water? She drank the cold glass
With rhythmic sound that spoke of her class.
Go to the room and freshen up if you please.
She goes and comes back to take the comfortable seat
Sponsored for her for a while…
I had three canvasses arranged…one of her undressing
Second undressed…and the third of her organs alone.
My brush goes into the veins of the saree, the soutien
She loosened like the skin of a chicken,
As though she has done it many a times
To fill up the mouths of beggars in her family;
The first canvas done…over to the next…

The foundation is done…
I had in mind that the client wanted
An authentic picture… so the black hair with
Impoverished red lines, the ribs connecting her breasts
The eyes of daily dolor, nipples bitten by vagabonds
Had to figure;
Going to the third…the place of creation and destruction
The place of nurture and torture
Had to show;
I found myself borné…opened me up completely!
I am not Duhshasana for heaven’s sake!
In a moment, on seeing my hairy thorns up and about
She eyed me up and down… all of me!
Yes, good…I said to the object activated
My brush is rushing through the land
I saw fruits, flowers, birds in the garden
That hanged between me and her
Until it was time for her to leave
For an amount of alms up her sleeve;

For the final dressing, she’s not required anymore

Canvasses ready to undrape callers from door to door.


Note:
Sundarbans: The forest which is famous for sundari (beautiful) trees and the Royal Bengal Tigers. It is also the place from where budding/professional artists hire their subjects.

Duhshasana: One of the Kaurava brothers in the epic The Mahabharata. The name also means bad (duh) ruling (shasana). He is also remembered as the one who tried to undress Draupadi (wife of the Pandavas) in public.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

Abandoned poet

IAbandoned poet

f you have to talk of the past;
Talk;
You will see it in the present for sure,
A hammock swinging a hammer,
Will order the garden with nails;
To bake some hot cake tales!
You allow the craft to flow
In this mesmerizing art;
You think what you’re doing is work
Bringing back an image that matches the murk?
To violate peace with your laundry that had washed
The past with waters of fear,
While in your naïve way you think
They re-need a re-wash,
The dried hands are re-crying for water,
You re-visit the throne and the land,
With your disgusting stand;
I would have thrown you off the gate
Just as in the past like an abandoned poet!

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Destination

Destination

I was looking for ways
To reach the destination,
Knowing not what it was;
When I did know,
It found me the ways.

Souls

Souls

Souls are source to the Source,Purity is clean, clear,
Without wasted thoughts,
Unpolluted truth washes away,
All that we hold in the world as true,
Truce of truth, unending,
Inexhaustible, undivided.

Search

Search

I was looking for love
In my lover,
Who left me with the love I had;
I became joyous to be a loser,
I came closer to love.

Age-old guest

Age-old guest

Age is my new guest,
Seated around the carpet I painted
With borrowed colours,
I know; in time;
The honoured visitor will leave
The lying colours behind.

String of thoughts in triplets

Sudden freshness

Return from office
Crowded bus honks smells of sweat
Fresh wind gushes in

Storming away

Clouds sail across sky
Targets inside the brain float
Winds storm away stress

Winter

Tree shivers lightly
Old woman wraps in her quilt
Cold enters through holes

Gazing at grazing

Cows are grazing wide
Boy looks out of the window
Class is going on
Unmask

Hands with gloves covered
Elections thick with people
Unmask the finger

Friday, April 4, 2014

Withdrawn strength










Withdrawn strength

If I had the power to withdraw
Like the tortoise,
I would bathe in that oblivion bliss,
I love this place with my entire claw,
Despite the hiss and the weight of the feet,
I’d like to win my renounced defeat.

Tortoise o tortoise you show me the way,
Harmony my agony is but a step away,
If winning is so great and quite truly so,
I’d love to lose for the friendship to flow,
Tortoise o tortoise you show me the way,
My remotest retreat is building its way.

I’d wait for people to work not to win,
Peace as the driver is about to begin.