04-11-13.
My
dear friends, it is not my end. THE END belongs to somebody.
Opening
short.
Chain
of crackers busting with deafening sound. You foreigners are likely to think… India
is a land of year round festivals; this could be one of their festivals. Watch
(read) it carefully.
You
will find people throwing flowers on road. As the crackers died down you hear
drum beats.
“DUNK- NAKA…. DADAKN –NAKA-DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA- DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-……………”
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA- DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-……………”
As
the camera gradually zoom in you see drummers are followed by bunch of guys dancing
to the beats. Even though the beat remains same each one of them can dance as
he wishes. There are no particular steps. Steps mostly consist of pelvic thrusts
and unpredictable movements.
Behind
those dancers you see family members (only gents) relatives and friends walking
along the cart. Through the moving garlands you see a man/woman either sitting
or laying on palm leaves and flowers. Their eyes are always closed. Peace at
last, NOT Pieces at last. As the procession moves away from the camera a vocal
song can be heard in the back ground.
“ Zindagi-ka safar, hai yeh kaisa safar.
Koi-somja nahi..
koi- ja nanahi…..”
Rough
translation.
“ Nobody ever
understood life’s journey,
What sort of a journey
is called life”?
THE END.
FREEEEEEEEEEEEZZZ!
Location. Marina
Beach.
Time. Evening
around 7p.m.
Around the
bonfire few guys are frozen in ‘action’.
TAKE ONE. CLAP.
CAMERA ROLLIING……
Voice over. “Let’s
pay our last respect to the departed soul’.
‘KUTTHU…
MACHAN….KUTTHU…!
SOUND, ACTION…
One of the guy jumps
over the other guys and land in front of the fire and everyone went on with trance.
“DUNK- NAKA…. DADAKN –NAKA-DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA- DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-……………”
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA- DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-
DUNK- NAKA…. DADAK –NAKA-……………”
As the camera
gradually moves away from the dancers and crowed you see a long shot ….far end
of the sea shore guys are dancing around the fire. The End.
work of an empty mind.
Jivan.
