Finding the Calling

A play of sorts in one act

Narrator: Ladies and gentlemen, attention please, A red digital clock at Howrah station platform no.3 showed 4:29; the diabolical figure resonated through his mind, as missing the 4:30 local….oh the horror! He dragged his over-exhausted right leg amidst the sea of people and managed to somehow scamper into the much dreaded first compartment.

Boy: Phew! That was so close!

Narrator: His momentary inflated ego was crushed immediately by a nonchalant hawker who shrugged him off as if he wasn’t there.

Boy: Heyy! Can’t you see me? Huh?

Narrator: No brother, you’re John Cena. (pause) Just as he had managed a decent standing place, saw something very odd lurking in a general compartment, (bold sarcastic voice) two young ladies (yay!).

Boy: Oh crap! She is looking at me!

Girl1: Umm…will the train stop at konnagar?

Boy (blabbering): Well! The train, madam, stops at every station but you know, the journey never ends.

Just like love, it goes on and on and on…

Girl1: stupid! (aside)

Boy: (to the audience)

Forget trains!

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in love, must say yes to everything at first. And…I think…yes, I am in Love.

Narrator: She was not the one for the poets and it was exactly that which made everything so poetic.

Girl1 (to Girl2): Why is he being so weird?

Girl2 (smiles while looking at the boy through the corner of her eye; speaks distractedly): What do YOU think? … well, you should know!

Girl1: NO, I mean..umm …wait! What do you mean by that?

Girl2: Ummm… nothing.. well, I prefer speaking in innuendoes you know!

Girl1: INNUENDOES???   Ughhh!! You and your “MILLS AND BOONS”!

Narrator: The switch my friend is ON!

Girl1: No INNUENDOS and for your kind information No Love Story here..

Girl2: By the way… When did I say it’s a LOVE story? Huh?

Boy (sudden excitement and despair): Oh GOD! I can’t find my phone! (to Girl1; panting) Excuse me! Can you please give me a missed call?

Girl2(whispers): Ahem! Ahem! Divine intervention you see…

Boy: Well, yeah… I do understand it’s awkward for you, please help me out here…

Girl1: Why do you think brother I will help you? Do you think I’m a nun in some Cathedral ready to help everyone?

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Boy (whispers): What! Brother!
(aloud): Okay, sorry to brother you… I mean to bother you… wait! Why should I be sorry? A nun is never bothered anyway. After all, she’s the harbinger of love.

Girl2: Whoa!.. is something on fire? Or someone diss-appointed?

Narrator: On hitting call after moments of reluctant dialling… the compartment was instantly graced by the tunes of “Can’t Help falling in Love”, thanks to the Chinese speakers! (pause) After few moments of rampant rummaging, our boy discovers his device, lying below a seat and picks up in the blink of an eye.

Boy: Thanks… (whispers) It is truly said that one can never predict them… (pause) Okay, sorry, don’t mind…

Narrator: She smiles away with her friend on another side of the compartment; leaving the boy red-faced. Thank god for the climax, that was one intensely boring narration! So, ladies and gentlemen, that was our—-

Girl2 (interrupts the narrator): Hey, narrator! You didn’t tell the full story?

Narrator: What story? My script ends here!

*gestures “she is crazy” to the audience*

Girl2 (to the audience; *Girl1 and Boy high-fives*): Allow me to finish it then, and take you all into the future (points at Girl1 while she hides her face)you know “A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.” Well, what started as a mutual admiration laced with scorn has ended with the two smiling.

Narrator: What are you talking about?

Girl2: Can’t you see the mutual glimmer in their eyes? The glimmer of happiness

Narrator: Happiness! A thing which started as an act of incivility has culminated otherwise? Really!

Boy: See sometimes even a simple start can…

Girl1: …lead to a story!

Boy: (to the audience):

Well, everything said and done,

I hope you had much fun;

I would now like to conclude by saying this—

So as to leave you all in bliss:

You might as now well think, that I had kept the phone there on purpose…..

Well….. Did I?

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-FIN-

 

This was performed as a closet drama by the SA Jaipuria team at Shri Shikshayatan College.

It is inspired by Com Partment:  https://thepenarchist.wordpress.com/2017/08/23/com-partment/

, originally written by Samya Brata Roy.

However, it was adapted for the performance by a lot of people:

Samya Brata Roy

Srija Chakraborty

Susmita Roy Chaudhuri

Shreya Banerjee

Chandrani Sanyal

and last but not the least

Mr Bimal Chakraborty or as we lovingly call him Bimal sir.

We enjoyed working on it so much that we even plan to release a video of it in the near future.

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CONSTRUE

*Writes something as epic as the description of hell in Paradise Lost*

Okay, something horrific and terrible is going on but I can’t tell you what coz…duh…Plot twist!!!

But don’t worry, no one is going to run around the mean streets of New York with nothing but the guidance of GPS at the end.

(Author can’t express due to insufficient vocabulary and extreme languorousness)

Okay I am tryin’

The Place was so dark that even darkness wasn’t visible and I was constantly hearing lots of people screaming and shouting. The only words that I could make out through the muffled screams were that they wanted to get out of that dark dungeon to get a glimpse of air and if possible breathe it in through the pages of their hearts.

Then something strange happened, I opened my eyes and what I saw left me speechless.

I was amongst the millions of those tired and frustrated souls out there.

I felt the consciousness filling my body as a freshly made tea fills the morning cuppa, but it didn’t  freshen me up nor did my eyes sparkle at that prospect, but it made me feel the pain that I was in, and that was the only time when I wished that I ceased to be.

The excruciating pain became more prominent by the moment, and interestingly enough when something pains it is then when you want to use it the most.

The dark scenario is still so vividly written in my mind that whenever someone tries to open me they see how badly someone had previously used me.

I don’t demand anything from them, nor do they give me, but they use me, time and time again, they laugh, cry and do what not in front of me while I only remain silent and provide the entertainment they desire. The truth my friend is that I am still inside that

Infernal hell hole with no one picks me up the remove the dust from my body.

Yes, I am ugly! Therefore have selected takers, people with different tastes who see what’s in me choose me and I try my best not to disappoint them.

People do judge a book by its cover, and me I am a bloody Book! And I have no cover because it has been replaced time and time again due to the wear and tear that our past masters have afflicted on us. But here I am, lying amidst my compatriots, in the woeful corner of this ancient book shop whose ancient owner sells ancient books.

Now, I really must go because the customer is asking for Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis, and I know that is my name, it’s my turn again, after such a long time, to move about, tell that same old story, inflict some more marks of pains on myself and lower my value in that process. We will meet again but then it will be a long time my friend and then only will I see you again.

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