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Monday, August 23, 2010

The Deluge - Script

FADE IN

INT. CLINIC- MORNING

(Anushka and Bose are facing each other separated by a large mahogany desk. Anushka is peering over her notes, Bose is sprawled in his seat nonchalant with his eyes fixed on a window away from her.)

ANUSHKA

[Looks at Bose and his posture and shakes her head] Is everything alright?

BOSE

[Has his gaze fixed on the window, a certain silohette passes by seen only by him. He does not reply.]

ANUSHKA

I hear that you've refused to take the medicines again and cooperate. He's not real, Debashish, and these pills ensure he doesn't harm you, or you end up in more difficulty.

[She notices his silence with resignation, assumes his gaze and goes back to her notes]

BOSE

[Voice Over]

They always refer to him in third person. As if he has no rightful name, no identity.

[ Sarcastic Laughter] As if he is nothing. I've known him as a good mate for sometime now.

ANUSHKA

Debashish, has he spoken to you again?

BOSE

[Shakes his head and sighs]

ANUSHKA

[frowns] I'm having a hard time believing you.


INT. HOSTEL CORRIDOR- DAY

BOSE

[He is standing at one end of the corridor, the camera zooms in till it catches his strange expression and keeps zooming till it reaches his eye uptil the pupil and the screen goes black]

ONI

[He is standing in the other end of the corridor in the shadows and walks towards where Bose is standing. The footsteps and the knock of his broken heel is heard distinctively. He walks down the corridor till he is close enough and his face is partially revealed, a strange smile dancing on his lips.]


INT. HOSTEL ROOM- DAY

(The bare room has two figures facing each other, contrasting in the looks and the moment. Bose is sprawled out lazily like a cat on the bed half facing towards Oni who is pacing back and forth the length of the room in a restless obscure pursuit. The Tibetan Book of The Dead is lying open and faced down on Bose's stomach, as he is busy rolling a joint with sheer glee. Every now and then the dark figure of Oni looks at Bose.)

BOSE

Finished…

[Picks up the joint with a sense of satisfaction and shows it off to Oni whose face is half stuck in a sneer and a scowl. He puts it to his lip and picks up the book.]

ONI

Cute!

[Pulls out a cigarette and lights it flamboyantly.]

BOSE

I know, I'm getting good at this.

[Lights the joint and focuses on the book.]

ONI

You think this is real?

[Shoots his arms wide like a gothic christ and sneers, cigarette hanging from the lip.]

ONI

This is the GOD DAMN EXTENT of our existence! What the fuck do we know of the world beyond. And don't get me wrong, even with all our notions where does it come from? However did it reach us? Who as the right to say what is real and what is not? After all there is an opionion and then there is a clash of perception. And we all know humans are prone to make mistakes along the way!

BOSE

What’s it to you? Fuckin' anarchist!

[Takes a deep drag off the joint and exhales a billow of blue-grey smoke. Oni goes back to pacing as Bose is caught in coughing fit, the books falls off his hand till Bose catches him self with a heavy whack on his back and picks up the book.]

ONI

Think about life and what it exactly represents. What good are ya'll? Yeah breathe, you live, you eat, you shit, you kill or you get killed and you die! Ever thought of that?

BOSE

Ho-hum.

ONI

[Stubs out the cigarette on the floor and reaches out for an apple lying on the fruit basket and peers at it. He motions close to take a bite, smiles and keeps it back.]

BOSE

Yeah? And Macintosh is Satan. How? Think about the brand representation with the apple and the bite bitten off. Now think about the fall of man from the garden of Eden and the image that goes with it.

ONI

You were better off with the fuckin' (Sun Tzu's) Art of War than that religious, all knowing, spiritual piece of...

INT. CLINIC- MORNING


ANUSHKA

Debashish, we're all here to help you. You know how you've been addressed regarding this issue...


EXT. THE COLLEGE SPOT- MORNING

(Bose and Oni are sitting like the best of mates conversing animatedly in what seems an intense conversations till a group of girls pass by.)

BOSE

Stereotyping and generalizing is after all human tendency, mate. Its hard on all of us but we learn something at the end of the day.

[Oni has not yet remarked and Bose catches him staring at the women with an intense look on his face and a classic smile.]

(The girls look at them in an obvious and distressed manner)

BOSE

Onie...

(The girls head off hurriedly and Oni keeps on looking at their dissappearing figures)


INT. HOSTEL ROOM- EVENING

[Bose is sitting on his bed looking towards where Oni once stood and stares into the empty space. He picks up the book and throws it against the door, the sharp THUD is heard.

(Oni is on the other side of the door when he hears the thud ad he closes his dark eyes in a painful expression.)

BOSE

[Take the bottle of the pill and violent unscrews the top and gulps down a few till he chokes.] Why... why... why...

[Bose who bursts into tears, tears at his hair till he loses out and sobs and holds his head in his hand.]


EXT. COLLEGE MORNING


(Bose is sitting alone and talking to his side as if he is conversing animatedly with someone till a group of girls pass by.)

BOSE

- Its hard on all of us but we learn something at the end of the day.

[He keeps looking to his side in an inquisitive manner.]

(The girls look at him with a distressed expression and start walking away fast)

BOSE

Onie...

(The girls head off and Bose is left with the fading monologue.)


INT. CLINIC MORNING

ANUSHKA

Do understand, Debashish, from what you have told me and trust me I've checked, there are no records of this character called Oni. He did not study Delhi University, and no he was not in Alliance Francais. Nobody close to his appearance lives in the East Side of Delhi in Kirti Apartments. What is surprising me is that the areas exist but the man does not and there is a middle aged couple living there.


EXT. THE COLLEGE SPOT- EVENING

(Bose is sitting brooding looking at the people walking by, he starting tapping his feet in a strange jittery manner and puts is head into his hands. Oni comes in and bumps into him, deliberately pushing him aside.)

BOSE

[Furiously] WHAT???

ONI

Qui? You looked as if you needed a push in the right direction.

[lights a cigarette and leaves it hanging on the lip.]

ONI

By the way, the name is Oni! In the orient... it means the devil.



INT. CLINIC- MORNING

ANUSHKA

- We're all here to help you, Debashish. And I promise you from here on it would only get better in the times to come. But I must insist that you take those pills that I gave you and I'll see you again next week around this time to see your progress. Try not to be late...

[Without a word Bose gets up and makes his way out of the officer. The only thing noticed is the door that closes behind him that reads out her name in bold caligraphy "Anushka Sharma, Psychiatrist".]

(She sighs and walks out from her chair towards the window; pulls out her cigarette, lights it and inhales deeply. Her calm face is distorted and screams of an adolescent girl is heard.)


EXT. ROAD TO HOME- MORNING

(Bose is seen walking morosely and he looks behind him every now and then as if looking for someone till he sighs with resignation. He hears the rumbling sound of an Auto and hails it. As he's about to board it he lights a joint.)

(A black figure is noticed out of focus in the distance as Bose lights his cigarette. The figure is smoking as well; Bose boards the Auto and moves out of frame.)

(The figure is noticed to be that of Oni smoking and as the focus clears and zooms, the intent on his face is noticed. He is standing in what seems to be a circle of cigarette stubs, a sign of impatience.)



INT. CLINIC- MORNING


(Anushka is still smoking her cigarette and staring out the window.)

BEHIND ANUSHKA, HER DESKTOP PICKS UP STATIC AND STARTS ON ITS OWN WITHOUT HER NOTICING. AN ARTICLE/ FACEBOOK PROFILE IS NOTICED SIGNIFYING AN ACT OF MURDER WITH THE PICTURE OF A YOUNG MAN NOTICEABLY WITH ONI'S FACE.

[Anushka stubs out her cigarette and chucks it out the window. She takes a room freshner and sprays. As she moves back to her desk she notices a book lying next to where Bose was sitting and she picks up the book. She opens the book and turns.]

ONI

[Appears out of nowhere and mutters in a raspy whisper] MISS ME?

ANUSHKA JUMPS IN FRIGHT.

FADE OUT

(A small montage alongside the ending score: Picture of Bose with a caption that reads "Debashish Bose pursued his love for music and became a successful blues guitarist. He never saw Oni again...

Picture of Anushka with a caption that reads: She was found dead that evening, the cause of death remains mysterious.)

CREDITS

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2JAaftYdTj8

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Ouch...

How often have I been introduced as a writer and how often have I been mistaken to be creative or artistic. There is absolutely nothing genius about writing. On the contrary it can be regarded as a more socially acceptable form of schizophrenia or worse...

Writing is not unlike fornicating. At first you do it for a simple childish curiosity till you come to like the feeling. Then you do it for the sake of friends and the people you come to like and eventually you end up doing it for the sake of money, subjected to the fantasies and the insults of god knows how many...

Getting around the maze of my thoughts

Today after a long long time did I find the chance to get back to my roots and write and scribble. I sat here on my chair for hours staring into the empty space looking for a single word to write of my thoughts. This is what followed:

Cut open my veins and you'll find ink. Tear the pages on which I write and you'll find my blood.

Oh well, life can never be more clear after a few hours of loafing around. At least it's productive in some sense if not morbid once the realization hits of what I did to myself. But then again, I guess the whisky will be a lot more agreeable than my pen.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Keep Soldiering On

Just a traveling soldier
walking the path forgotten long
searching for a clover
hiding beneath the grass
who would care to remember us
and who might we forget
need there be any regrets
or a woe, perhaps two to despair
keep soldiering on, boy
now is not the thought to look back
nor the time to walk
keep marching onwards, lad
spare not a farthing for a word
odds are towards lies and deceit
or an abuse flying as dart
shiny glimmer of an accusing threat
clickity clack as we march on
towards the looming sun on the horizon
somehow the skies are different today
thought there may never be enough love
or even the sight of respect
but breathe steady as you scare to scramble
or seeds may never bear to root
for there is only one hand for courage
and another for the sligthtest care in grace
As destiny would cross the bridge of time
and this life be put to measure
I remember I looked to the heavens as a child
wondering what they meant
when they said godspeed
From the run of games I stooped to march
did i stop to love and understand
what was it like to live again
all that i saw, is it any more than a dream
I know it changed within the moment of wake
and wait for everything to come to an end
as we soldier on to yet another day

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Raw
Rambling Rambling Rambling...