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I challenge every intelligent human being to rip off my mask and reveal the true me. That will be a daunting work I bet. If you think I am a jolly good fellow, you will soon find I am not. If you think I am serious, you are in a maze of deception. How I get the fun cheating you, everyday, every moment.

If you have the courage to rip off my mask (do you have the expertise too?) you will get a shock of your life, seeing the true me. I know how disappointed and cheated you would feel then.

My friend, do you know, you were never a friend? I am a person as lonely as an island. I allow you as much as I want you to. You can never force me to do what you want, but I have always used you as much as I wanted. You thought I am entertaining you…nah…I am using you. You entertain me. I like to fool you.

How I confuse you all the time. The picture you are holding as dear to you would snap the moment I feel, you are no more needed in my life. Ain’t I a selfish asshole. But I like it that way.

Some of you think I am a simpleton, behold, I am not. My foolishness and simple attitudes are as crooked as the man I am. I love to see how you behave. I see how you react. I see how you snare at me. How you discuss with your friends about my idiocracy and burst out laughing. I like to see the proud expression on you face once you cheat me. You don’t suspect, you cheated me, because I wanted you to cheat me. How nicely I cheat you everyday.

You are only a guinea-pig for my experimentation. I use you for my work.

Otherwise where from I get those characters for my dramas?

Comments

Anonymous said…
i knew it....
Patient Portnoy said…
Ghetu Babu, kano nijeke ato koshto dao?
We like you, even when you cheat us, we insist on liking you :-)
Patient Portnoy said…
One more: Check out http://www.blanknoiseproject.blogspot.com/

They did a blogathon against Eve Teasing, which they rightfully said is "street sexual harassment"

Most female bloggers (I missed the deadline, as usual), and some from the other side as well, have joined... If they read your last post, shobai miley tomay chanda tuley petabey :-)

But don't worry, u r my good friend, and I won't tell them about u
Anonymous said…
shut up and keep blogging !!!
Anonymous said…
what the hell is this all about Ghetubaba??! attempting to dabble in magical realism are we??! ;-)
Anonymous said…
Oh dear! Wonderful! I see that scene unfolding on the stage. Sepia tones, or smoke from a pipe and a man in dhoti kurta with half a face visible on the stage and ohter half hidden in the darkness. Oh my my! How will your director carry out those words on stage. U will give him a tough time. Your dexterity with the words will be tough to be matched by the director. I want to know more.
Rebel said…
You know I would say a perfect act...but just imagine if someone was doing the same to you, and not for any noble purpose like yours, of looking for characters, but for gratification of his/her evil soul.

Well, i am not sayin that someone is doing so...but just warning...may be try and look around and forget for a while that you are who you are...you will see the world differently...a world perhaps you do not control as much as you thought you did...
Tridib said…
Gurudeb! Great beginning, I would really be interested in watching the play once it is performed. It sounds really good. Chaliye jao!

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--Namaste, satsriakaal, aadab, mein amitabh bacchan aapke samne, leke hajir hua hu, phir ek bar, kaun banega karorpati dwitiya.
(audiences in dark start clapping along with a music as if crusader king Richard of England just captured the castle of a jehadi king)
Aaj, mere samne beithe hai Jarshad kakiara…kakku…cuckoo…
(a club-shaped man intervenes, with a child-like smile, “Kakkrakandy”)
Ji haa, kakkara (“kandy”, the man again intervenes with a shy smile)
-Yes, Jarshad kakk…, whatever, aiye aap aur hum khele yeh adbhut game, jiska naam hei …(looks at the club-shaped man)
Jarshad Kakkrakandy, answers “kauun banayega karrorrpatti”

Amitabh shows Jarshad the seat, adjusts the seat for him. Jarshad sits, the chair shrieks.

--aur abhi mere samne baithe hain Jarshad n. k., from Chennai, who is a journalist with reuters, loves reading dilbert, unka favourite movie hai “chandramukhi”. And he is the self-proclaimed ‘king of PJ’.

--Haan to Jarshad saab, aapne likhe hein ke apke naam hei Jarshad n.k. now …