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This is a work of neo-fiction... yesss... a new movement. And of course, a break-through in play-wrighting. Well... I do subscribe to the school of thought which says that plays are not to be read... they are to be enacted and appreciated by watching... That is somewhat true. Still, I have given the following script for the reason that it has been successfully played and been raved about. Even its script as a stand alone play. So, I have tried my best to help the reader view the characters in proper light and imagine the nuances that on stage performance enjoys.
HAPPY READING!!!
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Narration:
Once upon a time,...oh, I'd rather not get into the trite invariance of story-telling. The juxtaposition of distinct imagery is what the literary stalwarts of our times have conceded as the best concoction for a concise, complimentary as well as colloquial decor for the best coalescence of the not so populistically doting arts of writing and acting.
The énsemble, hilarious. The script, frivolous. A dramatisation of the Art of Fugue.
Ram, a crocodile-dundee, frazzled by his wife's cantankerous nature. An impertubable soul.
Laxman, a pedigreed individual, breaking the norms of individualism. All forms of amorality at his behest.
Sita, fémme fatale. Gullible, pestering and of course, our very own Marilyn Monroe.
Ram & Sita, Shobha De's perfect 'Spouses', sitting in the Chhendi-Dien, talking about...
see for yourself...
And the continuation of the fugal recipe for a finale? Sort of a really mawkish... coda.
A disclaimer: This not at all an emblazonment of the true genius of Rishi Valmiki, let us treat it with both Quorum and Decorum.
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Ram: [salaam-namaste style] : I, the dont likes , the looks of these woods...Sita: Sorry?Ram: Eggjhactly!!!Sita: [In a characteristic manner] : Oh, NEVER MIND!!! You are such a self-centered egotist. Who cares about your whims and fancies? Tell me, how are my ear-rings? Aren't they vibrant? Especially, on my vivacious haute-couture...?Ram : Who did you get the those? It's the meez... And, the wherez the is the dowries of yours...?Sita: Sorry?Ram: Eggjhactly!!!Sita: [cries] oon haan haan... u never take care of me ... you are an idiot... I should never have married you... [blabbers on...][Ram leaves][Laxman Enters]Laxman: Bhabhi maiya, bhabhi maiya... Is there a problem with bhaiya?Sita:[angry tone] He is no more my sainya...!!!Laxman: Then you should have thought about it in the choose-your-own-man-thing... the SWAYAMVAR. Even I was there...[shows off]Sita: [Eyeing Laxman] Hmmm... You could have been a better choice...[Laxman's face lights up]{A golden Deer passes by...}Sita: Ooo...hhh... What an enthralling and elegant golden deer...!!! I wish I begot it! I wanna possess it.Laxman: I'll get it for you, Honey![Laxman goes after it][Sita approaches Ram]Sita: Look at your bro, man! He's so dexterous...Ram: And so now you are ready to create the bedlams, for thats matters... I'm the incredulous about the youzzz... {He circles around Sita and marks the area soil with his foot.}Ram: This is the myzzz RIC... I means, Ram Is the Cings... I the hats the letters 'K'zzz...[Ram Leaves][Ravana Enters]+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Narration:
And here we have,
a bent in the story,
a detour taken,
a defiance of preconcieved notions.
The nefarious Raavana wants Sita...
and Sita....?
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Ravana: [henceforth called 'Raves'] O' enchanting brunette...!Vikhyaam Dehi... maa, Vikhyam dehi...Sita: O! Learned Sage! Come inside, for I cannot, what my Mr. Dundee has bid me not to!Raves: O' Sita! O' Sita! Do you wanna face the wrath of a Yogi?Sita: Do not condemn me and my family...(especially my dear Lakkhu!)I will transgress the line.[Raves forcibly pulls her out]Raves: Hwaa.. ha ha... Hwaa .. ha ha...What did you think Sita? I'm a yogi? I'm the covetous, culpable, nightmarish Raavana... Hwaa.. ha ha... Hwaa .. ha ha...Sita: Ooo...Wow!!!You are THE Raavana?Raves: Yesss..!!! KKKing of LLLankkkkaaa...!!!Sita: Ooo...! Imported from Lanka! There's so much gold there naa?How on earth did you assay that amount of gold?Raves: Hwaa.. ha ha... Hwaa .. ha ha...Sita: [practically jumping off] How exciting!Raves: Sitey! I'm a centurion in case of my number of Ranis... But , you are the damn most freakishly beautiful one I've ever situated my eyes on!Sita:[batting eyelashes] You know what? You are as cute as RajaniKanth!Raves: Oh! Rajani? He was my "langotiya-yaar". I grew up with him...Sita: [the same characteristic manner] NEVER MIND.But promise me something. May the charioteer of the Sun God forget his duty.. may the dappled moon loose its sheen... come calamity or disaster... you will not forget me...Raves: Devi... I LOVE YOU!!!Both: [Singing both in Hindi and Tamil... walking away waving against the settin sun...]Vaada karo... Vudu Tudu,nahi.. chhodoge tum mera saath... mani term maniya maathh....lala laa laa... mana maa naa....
