Thursday, August 7, 2014

INTO THE PAST WITH PAIN..318

                                     INTO THE PAST WITH PAIN…318
                                               Dr K Prabhakar Rao

 (Gandhi, Nehru and Patel are seen at Abids in Hyderabad and they are strolling in road. It is already past 7 pm and crowd thinned out. Vehicles flow is also reduced.
)
Gandhi. Patel, What is the use of this aimless walking.

Patel. Why?

Gandhi. Today we have not yet done anything worthwhile except measuring roads.

Nehru. Heee,,heee

Patel. What is there to laugh? You are also part of this.   Let us go a bit further.  There could be some thing interesting.

( They walk further and come to a bar. Many cars are parked at the entrance.)

Gandhi. What is this joint? Is it a cafeteria?

Patel. No . No It is a bar'

Gandhi. How we are concerned here? Let us go from here.

( In the mean time, ten guys walk out from the bar and all are in drunken state)

Gandhi. Ram.Ram .What happened to this country? It is just hardly 8 PM and people are drunk this much?

Patel. That means you recommend they should drink late nights.

Gandhi. Did I say that.? You always twist my words.

Patel.I had to ask questions because your statements invite them.

Gnadhi. Haa..haaa. Well taken dear.

( The guys come close to the trio and one of them bumps into Gandhi)

Gandhi. Aaa..aaaa. I am hit, My shoulder is gone..eee…e…..eeee…eeee

(Gandhi falls down on a stone and all assemble around him. The guy who bumped in is Narsimma )

Narsimma. You rickety old man. You skeleton,Is this a place of sight seeing? Wanna Screw you bloody guy. son of a bi…..

Patel. Look brother. You bumped into him. The poor guy is old and is injured. Instead of feeling sorry  ,why are you abusing him.? Is this way you treat elders? Did your mom and dad teach you these things?Why are you using foul  language?

Narsimma. You swine ,Why do you bring my Mom and dad? I wanna kill you.

Patel. Oh! You appear to be an American Phirangee

Narsimma. Yeah, I am an American  and  I have US citizenship.

Patel. What are you doing here man?

Narsimma. That is none of your business. Be off or else I wanna eat you.

Pate. Every time you say I shall kill you I shall eat you. Are you a demon?

Narsimma. You call me a demon. I shall show you.

Patel. Come on behave. Just pack off from here.

(The friends of Narsimma intervene and try to pacify Narsimma. He does not listen . Gandhi is still on ground and unable to move his hand. Narsimma sees Gandhi and kicks him. Gandhi groans. Seeing this Patel gets annoyed. He catches Narsimma by collar and drags him on to road. He thrashes him well for kicking Bapu. Narsimma  being in drunken condition can not even stand properly. His friends  are neither in good state.)

Narsimma. Aaa… you hit me. Now I am going to  kill you right here.

( He draws a knife from his  belt that was hidden and waves at Patel )

Patel. Oh, You have a knife too that ,means  you are a  proven rowdy, Come on Come on, I shall show you what I am.

Nehru.( Intervenes.) Bhai, leave us. Please go away. Nothing happened to Bapu.

Patel. Jawaharlal. Please  relax. Do not plead to this guy. He is a rowdy and needs to be tackled well. Come aside or you may get stab wound.

(Patel pulls Nehru aside. Seeing Patel not alert Narsimma wields his knife and falls on Patel. Patel in -time steps aside and Narsima falls flat on ground and his knife drops from his hand. Patel quickly kicks the knife away from the place)

Patel Suwwar ke bachhe, Chaku marta hai. ( You son of swine, you wield a knife!)

( Patel lifts Narsima by collar and  thrashes him well. Seeing this his friends move away. In the mean time a police van arrives from which  few police man and an SI get down. They approach the group and round up every one)

Si. What is happening here? You guys appear to be drunk. ( He sees Gandhi on ground) Oh this old guy is so much drunk that he is flat on ground,

Patel. No, He fell down and is hurt,

Si. If some one over dinks  has to fall down. I have to arrest you guys for drinking and making nuisance  on roads,

Patel. We did not drink. These ten guys drank and were misbehaving with us.

SI. That means  you are cool guys. Will they just fight with you for just nothing. Now KCR has given us special powers. We are no more old Hyderabad police. We are special guys.

Patel. Does this mean you trouble innocents? Catch the offenders. Not every one.

Si. Please do not teach us what we have to do. ( sings)

I am the police man with special powers
And  can do whatever I like
I shall chew you like sugar cane
And throw you as pulp under a motor bike

Patel. Si Sahib. Do you know this drunken guy was fighting with us on the road and even tried to stab me. See his knife is lying there

SI. Eee…eee knife. Constable  go and get the knife,

( A police man goes and gets the knife holding with a cloth. In the mean time Gandhi is made to stand   and Nehru helps him and supports him.)

 SI. Who is Narsimma?

Narsimma. I am Narsimma. I am the king of this area

SI. Oh! King of the area! Please come to our palace sir. We are waiting for you.

Patel. Police men can be humorous too

SI .hee,,heee. We are also humans

Gandhi. I am slightly feeling better now. My hand is getting  into line.SI sahib. Kindly excuse these people.

Si. Law will take its own course.

Gandhi. True. Give them a chance to improve.

SI. OK Guys , You people should behave and not fight on roads. It is not good. Law is getting tough soon. Now go home.

Gandhi. Thank you SI sahib, Soon you shall become CI. I bless you.

SI. Thanks sir I am obliged.

Gandhi ( Sings)
 Raghupathi Raghava Raja Ram
Patheetha  pavana seetha ram
Jai raghun nandana Jai seethe Ram
Janaki vallabha seethe ram
( All the guys assembled sing the bhajan and slowly walk away.)

                                                        CURTAIN FALLS

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Dear Mr. Rao,
This is from the Editor's office of 'Indian Literature', Sahitya Akademi, New Delhi. We would like to use one of your fort paintings for our cover. Will you please respond in the ID -
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Y.Mishra
Editor
Indian Literature