Writing is my extended form of schizophrenia.
There are no rules of engagement involved. Let us establish that first.
There is nothing to crib or cry or whine about.
You know what, you're full of shit!
Ouch!
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Thursday, January 27, 2011
Morts En Rouge/ Caught Dead in Red
INT. ANNA'S HOUSE NIGHT
FADE IN:
LOBO climbs into the balcony, eyes squinting, teeth
firmly clamped around a bouquet of roses. He climbs
across the parapet and slips inside THE HOUSE with the
door groaning in protest.
Even with the sparse lights one can tell THE HOUSE
appears sinister though tastefully done with the barest
of furniture. It is obvious that the occupant is far,
privileged and of grace.
Cautiously LOBO moves to the bedroom and searches
underneath the bed. He whistles jubilant as he pulls out
a violin case. With the bouquet in his right hand, the
other on the violin case, he heads to the balcony. He
cuts short into the hall for a breath and glances across
the room. Perfume?
ANNA
Checkmate baby, its over!
She comes out of the shadows with a snub nosed wheel gun
pointing at his nose.
(beat)
You were supposed to be dead by
now.
LOBO puts his hands up in mock surrender offering the
bouquet and positions his violin.
LOBO
You call this a living?
ANNA
Go figure, LOBO. They're all
looking for you.
LOBO
(nonchalant)
Impressive.
Its obvious I'm fired
and I need to look for options.
Take your shot while I consider a
concerto.
2.
ANNA
(scathingly)
KNIVES wants you dead, LOBO!
LOBO
Et tu, ANNA? Do you want me dead?
(he takes a step
towards her)
She cocks the gun at him with more determination.
ANNA
(sobs)
FUCK YOU, LOBO!
The Dons gone! Dad's no more,
LOBO.
He was the only one holding this
together...
And now its between you and
KNIVES!
He wants it all as you make a run
for it1
WHILE I STAND DEAD CENTRE IN THE
FRAY, DAMMIT!
(beat)
He knows, LOBO.
I know he knows.
He sent me to kill you.
I bet he sent his dogs first.
If I don't I'm gone too, LOBO.
I'm useless to him now.
LOBO
(grins)
Alors pas? So big ol'Bluto cares
more to finish Popeye,
Than the lovely Olive herself.
She looks at LOBO apprehensively as he clears the
distance, her gun hand hesitates and lowers. He steals a
kiss with the barrel against his jaw.
LOBO
(still reading her
eyes)
Les femmes et mon couer, c'est la
maladie du ma vie...
SUBTITLE: WHEN IT COMES TO WOMEN AND MY HEART, THERE LIES
THE SICKNESS TO MY LIFE...
3.
Maybe KNIVES got the jumbo.
I'll settle the score someday!
(beat)
ANNA gets a grip over herself and steadies her gun
against the back of his head as he walks away.
ANNA
(screeches)
JACQUES!!! NE PAS!!!
From the farthest corner of the room a huge body heads
towards LOBO brandishing a 9mm. He takes huge strides and
hesitates with the gun clearly at a loss to take him
alive or not.
He swivels the gun and strikes Lobo with the butt.
BAM!
LOBO holds the butt of the 9mm in JACQUES hand. JACQUES
looks at Lobo with a dumbfounded expression, as LOBO
looks to ANNA. Smoke runs out of ANNA's gun as she stands
wild eyed clutching a bouquet of roses.
(beat)
ANNA turns to hysterics, slowing backing way aiming at
LOBO with trembling hands.
LOBO
C'est bon, ma jolie. Its over...
SUBTITLE - IT'S OK, LUV. ITS OVER...
A shadow cuts on LOBO's shoulder as he looks over to see
KNIVES standing over looking impassively at JACQUES.
The gun falls from ANNA's hand, the bouquet crushed to
petals. She clutches at her stomach, gasps and falls.
LOBO runs to her, catches her RIGHT before she hits the
floor and turns her to him.
4.
Eyes wide LOBO rages, takes her gun and turns to Knives
with murder intent on his face.
LOBO
Checkmate Knives. Its over!
(beat)
KNIVES
You and I are no different, LOBO.
In fact you could do worse.
It ends here!
They look at each other standing 10 paces away. The
silence of the duel excruciating. With a battle cry
KNIVES charges, LOBO takes aim and fires. KNIVES slashes
at him with a vicious machete. LOBO feints and fires
again. Both stumble away hurt and gasping for air.
(beat)
LOBO realizes he is mortally wounded with a blade
sticking at his side and stumbles towards ANNA. KNIVES
gasps for air on his knees coughing blood.
KNIVES
C'est la fin, mon seul ami.
SUBTITLE : END OF THE LINE, MY FRIEND!
LOBO
See you in hell, mate!
LOBO falls to ANNA's side giving the bird to KNIVES, a
ring with a poking end encircles the finger and a barrage
of grenades falls from the violin case, KNIVES grimaces
in realization.
BURN OUT
CREDITS ROLL
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RAW
I have the plot clear in mind however uncertain I am about the movement and action and therefore have added the french quotes on purpose to sustain on the gear and performance. I'm tragic at the language so please reconsider even before you try and flame me for it and press comment at the end.
In the world of the narcissist, for a short 3-4 minute film, I think it is a grand scheme to fit a higher purpose someday. For now I should move on to the next draft. Oh, this was also my first shot at Final Draft 8. Its neat but it could prove to cause a lot mishaps with the new .fdx codec and older versions.
FADE IN:
LOBO climbs into the balcony, eyes squinting, teeth
firmly clamped around a bouquet of roses. He climbs
across the parapet and slips inside THE HOUSE with the
door groaning in protest.
Even with the sparse lights one can tell THE HOUSE
appears sinister though tastefully done with the barest
of furniture. It is obvious that the occupant is far,
privileged and of grace.
Cautiously LOBO moves to the bedroom and searches
underneath the bed. He whistles jubilant as he pulls out
a violin case. With the bouquet in his right hand, the
other on the violin case, he heads to the balcony. He
cuts short into the hall for a breath and glances across
the room. Perfume?
ANNA
Checkmate baby, its over!
She comes out of the shadows with a snub nosed wheel gun
pointing at his nose.
(beat)
You were supposed to be dead by
now.
LOBO puts his hands up in mock surrender offering the
bouquet and positions his violin.
LOBO
You call this a living?
ANNA
Go figure, LOBO. They're all
looking for you.
LOBO
(nonchalant)
Impressive.
Its obvious I'm fired
and I need to look for options.
Take your shot while I consider a
concerto.
2.
ANNA
(scathingly)
KNIVES wants you dead, LOBO!
LOBO
Et tu, ANNA? Do you want me dead?
(he takes a step
towards her)
She cocks the gun at him with more determination.
ANNA
(sobs)
FUCK YOU, LOBO!
The Dons gone! Dad's no more,
LOBO.
He was the only one holding this
together...
And now its between you and
KNIVES!
He wants it all as you make a run
for it1
WHILE I STAND DEAD CENTRE IN THE
FRAY, DAMMIT!
(beat)
He knows, LOBO.
I know he knows.
He sent me to kill you.
I bet he sent his dogs first.
If I don't I'm gone too, LOBO.
I'm useless to him now.
LOBO
(grins)
Alors pas? So big ol'Bluto cares
more to finish Popeye,
Than the lovely Olive herself.
She looks at LOBO apprehensively as he clears the
distance, her gun hand hesitates and lowers. He steals a
kiss with the barrel against his jaw.
LOBO
(still reading her
eyes)
Les femmes et mon couer, c'est la
maladie du ma vie...
SUBTITLE: WHEN IT COMES TO WOMEN AND MY HEART, THERE LIES
THE SICKNESS TO MY LIFE...
3.
Maybe KNIVES got the jumbo.
I'll settle the score someday!
(beat)
ANNA gets a grip over herself and steadies her gun
against the back of his head as he walks away.
ANNA
(screeches)
JACQUES!!! NE PAS!!!
From the farthest corner of the room a huge body heads
towards LOBO brandishing a 9mm. He takes huge strides and
hesitates with the gun clearly at a loss to take him
alive or not.
He swivels the gun and strikes Lobo with the butt.
BAM!
LOBO holds the butt of the 9mm in JACQUES hand. JACQUES
looks at Lobo with a dumbfounded expression, as LOBO
looks to ANNA. Smoke runs out of ANNA's gun as she stands
wild eyed clutching a bouquet of roses.
(beat)
ANNA turns to hysterics, slowing backing way aiming at
LOBO with trembling hands.
LOBO
C'est bon, ma jolie. Its over...
SUBTITLE - IT'S OK, LUV. ITS OVER...
A shadow cuts on LOBO's shoulder as he looks over to see
KNIVES standing over looking impassively at JACQUES.
The gun falls from ANNA's hand, the bouquet crushed to
petals. She clutches at her stomach, gasps and falls.
LOBO runs to her, catches her RIGHT before she hits the
floor and turns her to him.
4.
Eyes wide LOBO rages, takes her gun and turns to Knives
with murder intent on his face.
LOBO
Checkmate Knives. Its over!
(beat)
KNIVES
You and I are no different, LOBO.
In fact you could do worse.
It ends here!
They look at each other standing 10 paces away. The
silence of the duel excruciating. With a battle cry
KNIVES charges, LOBO takes aim and fires. KNIVES slashes
at him with a vicious machete. LOBO feints and fires
again. Both stumble away hurt and gasping for air.
(beat)
LOBO realizes he is mortally wounded with a blade
sticking at his side and stumbles towards ANNA. KNIVES
gasps for air on his knees coughing blood.
KNIVES
C'est la fin, mon seul ami.
SUBTITLE : END OF THE LINE, MY FRIEND!
LOBO
See you in hell, mate!
LOBO falls to ANNA's side giving the bird to KNIVES, a
ring with a poking end encircles the finger and a barrage
of grenades falls from the violin case, KNIVES grimaces
in realization.
BURN OUT
CREDITS ROLL
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**
***
**
*
RAW
I have the plot clear in mind however uncertain I am about the movement and action and therefore have added the french quotes on purpose to sustain on the gear and performance. I'm tragic at the language so please reconsider even before you try and flame me for it and press comment at the end.
In the world of the narcissist, for a short 3-4 minute film, I think it is a grand scheme to fit a higher purpose someday. For now I should move on to the next draft. Oh, this was also my first shot at Final Draft 8. Its neat but it could prove to cause a lot mishaps with the new .fdx codec and older versions.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
CAUGHT DEAD IN RED - First Draft
CAUGHT DEAD IN RED
INT. HOUSE NIGHT
FADE IN
Lobo hoists himself upto the balcony with his eyes squinted mockingly reminiscent of Clint Eastwood ruined by the teeth clamped around what vaguely seems like a bouquet. He climbs into the balcony. The door groans as he casts himself into the house course shadows cutting at him.
Sparsely lit light the room appears to be tastefully done with the barest of furniture. He walks decidedly and peers around and heads towards the bedroom where he crouches and searches under the bed. With a sigh of satisfaction he pulls out a violin case and gathers himself up keeping one hand on the case and the other clutching the roses. He walks back into the room and looks towards the balcony but stops to inhale deeply. Leather? A woman’s perfume!!!
Anna
Check baby! Its over!
She walks out of the shadows towards lobo with a cruel snub nosed wheel gun aimed steadily at his face.
(beat)
You were supposed to be dead by now.
He quietly places down the violin, raises his hand in mock surrender gesturing the bouquet towards her.
Lobo
You call this living?
Anna
You sure are stupid to come back here with so many on your tail.
Lobo
Well, since its so obvious I’m fired and at,
I decided on a career change.
Thought of picking up the violin and hitting the streets for alms.
Anna
(scathingly)
Knives wants you dead, Lobo.
Lobo
And you? What do YOU want, Anna?
He takes slow swaggering steps towards Anna and she cocks the gun at him with more determination.
Anna
The don is dead, Lobo. My father is gone. And now its down to just the two of you. And Knives wants its all, Lobo.
(beat)
Lobo looks her dead in the eye right over the barrel of the gun.
Anna
He knows, Lobo. I know he knows.
He sent me to kill you. I bet he sent his dogs first.
If I don’t pull the trigger, he’d kill me. He doesn’t need me anymore anyways.
Lobo
Proves my point, doesn’t it? Bluto cares more to destroy Popeye and take whats Popeye’s than Olive herself.
She looks towards him apprehensively as he steals a small step towards her and she lowers the gun and he leans forwards and steals a kiss with the gun against his jaw.
Lobo
Women and their mysteries. She asks the one she loves for his life and pleads for her enemy.
(beat)
He turns aways from her and takes a step.
Lobo
Tell Knives I’m coming for him and this time will be the last.
Anna takes back a hold of the gun and points it decisively at Lobo with his next step.
Anna
NO! JACQUES!!!
Lobo notices that from the farthest corner of the living room a huge body morphs out of the shadow walking towards him brandishing a 9mm. The man takes huge confident strides overs her and strikes with the butt of the 9mm.
The strike lands with a nasty scrunch and a shot rings out. Smoke runs out of Anna’s snub nosed. Lobo has caught the butt of the 9mm an inch away from his face crushing Jacques hand, as Jacques looks on Lobo with a dumbfounded expression and a thud.
(beat)
Lobo
(Grins)
I should have known better than to buy 13 red roses with my kind of luck.
He moves towards Anna sympathetically where her face distorts into a frantic plastic mask of horror, her eyes rolling hysteria writ and she points the gun a Lobo slowly backing away.
Lobo
Its ok, angel. Relax. Its over.
(beat)
Vincent approaches out of the darkness looking down at Jacques impassively.
The gun falls from Annas hand, where the other cluthes at her stomach and bile runs down from the corner of her lip. Lobo rushes to her. He breathes heavily and for a moment loses himself between grief and rage.
Lobo
(sobs)
Its over, baby.
He picks up Annas revolver and points it at Knives with a malice scratched on his face. Knives looks on to him impassively.
Lobo
Check, Knives. Lets finish this.
(beat)
Knives
(coldly)
Once upon a time, Lobo, nothing stood between us.
There was the Don. There was always Anna. And you and I.
The Don I protected is dead.
You were the son to him, and I was the dog at his feet.
The Anna I loved is dead.
She wanted you for.A.Long.Long.Time.
Noticed?
Once again, nothing stands between us.
May the best man win?
They stand in that tense moment looking at each other impassively till their expressions turns to bitterness and hatred. The intensity rises as Knives lets out a battle cry, pulls out twos blades and spears towards Lobo chucking one at him slashing with other. Knives feints to the side and another shot rings out. Both stumble away from each other.
(beat)
Lobo realizes he’s fatally wounded with a knife sticking at his side and falls against the battered roses and stray petals and the violin case. Knives has one knee bent on the floor and is gasping for breath. He’s shot in the shoulder a few inches from his heart and bleeding from the neck where a bullet grazed him.
Knives
I win, Lobo.
Lobo
(gasps for his last breath)
Its over, Knives.
Lobo sticks out the finger as he falls where a ring with a poking end circling the finger.
Knives grimaces as the violin case opens to and a barrage of grenades pouring out.
EXPLOSION!!!
REEL BURNS OUT
INT. HOUSE NIGHT
FADE IN
Lobo hoists himself upto the balcony with his eyes squinted mockingly reminiscent of Clint Eastwood ruined by the teeth clamped around what vaguely seems like a bouquet. He climbs into the balcony. The door groans as he casts himself into the house course shadows cutting at him.
Sparsely lit light the room appears to be tastefully done with the barest of furniture. He walks decidedly and peers around and heads towards the bedroom where he crouches and searches under the bed. With a sigh of satisfaction he pulls out a violin case and gathers himself up keeping one hand on the case and the other clutching the roses. He walks back into the room and looks towards the balcony but stops to inhale deeply. Leather? A woman’s perfume!!!
Anna
Check baby! Its over!
She walks out of the shadows towards lobo with a cruel snub nosed wheel gun aimed steadily at his face.
(beat)
You were supposed to be dead by now.
He quietly places down the violin, raises his hand in mock surrender gesturing the bouquet towards her.
Lobo
You call this living?
Anna
You sure are stupid to come back here with so many on your tail.
Lobo
Well, since its so obvious I’m fired and at,
I decided on a career change.
Thought of picking up the violin and hitting the streets for alms.
Anna
(scathingly)
Knives wants you dead, Lobo.
Lobo
And you? What do YOU want, Anna?
He takes slow swaggering steps towards Anna and she cocks the gun at him with more determination.
Anna
The don is dead, Lobo. My father is gone. And now its down to just the two of you. And Knives wants its all, Lobo.
(beat)
Lobo looks her dead in the eye right over the barrel of the gun.
Anna
He knows, Lobo. I know he knows.
He sent me to kill you. I bet he sent his dogs first.
If I don’t pull the trigger, he’d kill me. He doesn’t need me anymore anyways.
Lobo
Proves my point, doesn’t it? Bluto cares more to destroy Popeye and take whats Popeye’s than Olive herself.
She looks towards him apprehensively as he steals a small step towards her and she lowers the gun and he leans forwards and steals a kiss with the gun against his jaw.
Lobo
Women and their mysteries. She asks the one she loves for his life and pleads for her enemy.
(beat)
He turns aways from her and takes a step.
Lobo
Tell Knives I’m coming for him and this time will be the last.
Anna takes back a hold of the gun and points it decisively at Lobo with his next step.
Anna
NO! JACQUES!!!
Lobo notices that from the farthest corner of the living room a huge body morphs out of the shadow walking towards him brandishing a 9mm. The man takes huge confident strides overs her and strikes with the butt of the 9mm.
The strike lands with a nasty scrunch and a shot rings out. Smoke runs out of Anna’s snub nosed. Lobo has caught the butt of the 9mm an inch away from his face crushing Jacques hand, as Jacques looks on Lobo with a dumbfounded expression and a thud.
(beat)
Lobo
(Grins)
I should have known better than to buy 13 red roses with my kind of luck.
He moves towards Anna sympathetically where her face distorts into a frantic plastic mask of horror, her eyes rolling hysteria writ and she points the gun a Lobo slowly backing away.
Lobo
Its ok, angel. Relax. Its over.
(beat)
Vincent approaches out of the darkness looking down at Jacques impassively.
The gun falls from Annas hand, where the other cluthes at her stomach and bile runs down from the corner of her lip. Lobo rushes to her. He breathes heavily and for a moment loses himself between grief and rage.
Lobo
(sobs)
Its over, baby.
He picks up Annas revolver and points it at Knives with a malice scratched on his face. Knives looks on to him impassively.
Lobo
Check, Knives. Lets finish this.
(beat)
Knives
(coldly)
Once upon a time, Lobo, nothing stood between us.
There was the Don. There was always Anna. And you and I.
The Don I protected is dead.
You were the son to him, and I was the dog at his feet.
The Anna I loved is dead.
She wanted you for.A.Long.Long.Time.
Noticed?
Once again, nothing stands between us.
May the best man win?
They stand in that tense moment looking at each other impassively till their expressions turns to bitterness and hatred. The intensity rises as Knives lets out a battle cry, pulls out twos blades and spears towards Lobo chucking one at him slashing with other. Knives feints to the side and another shot rings out. Both stumble away from each other.
(beat)
Lobo realizes he’s fatally wounded with a knife sticking at his side and falls against the battered roses and stray petals and the violin case. Knives has one knee bent on the floor and is gasping for breath. He’s shot in the shoulder a few inches from his heart and bleeding from the neck where a bullet grazed him.
Knives
I win, Lobo.
Lobo
(gasps for his last breath)
Its over, Knives.
Lobo sticks out the finger as he falls where a ring with a poking end circling the finger.
Knives grimaces as the violin case opens to and a barrage of grenades pouring out.
EXPLOSION!!!
REEL BURNS OUT
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Thought of the Day.
Truly there be reason to everything justified through perception, we live in a world which is more of a paradox considering the measure of any argument or any school of thought. And there be a reason why man is nothing more than an object of sympathy against the odds of time. Then I consider destiny, fate and if there be man after all in the throes of the Lords shadow. And I know why we say amen. Another paradox if broken down to syllables.
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
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...
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...
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