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Dragonflies: Ramneek Singh Adapted by Swati Simha
Dragonflies: Ramneek Singh Adapted by Swati Simha
Ramneek Singh
Adapted by Swati Simha
Scene 1:
(C2 is cleaning a gun, C1 is washing clothes. C2 puts the gun on the floor. Looks
through the eye-piece.)
C2: Doesn’t the world look clearer through this? Like your mind is more focused.
Sharper. More precise.
C1: It always looked all blurry to me. Maybe that’s because I find it hard to keep one
eye shut.
C2: Spotless.
C2: You really seem to be having trouble with yo…u…r… I spy with my little eye
something beginning with D.
(C2 takes a thread out of his pocket and slowly approaches the back of a dragonfly.)
C1: 80% of the brain power of a dragonfly is used up by its eyes. It sees everything.
Sharp and precise.
C2: And yet they are the most gullible little pieces of shit! He sits there like a little
nitwit while I fasten the thread around him. I can even do it clumsily. He doesn’t
move. And once I’m done, he begins to fly! Up up and away! He flies when he knows
he can do nothing to escape me!
(C2 starts flying the Dragonfly. C1 stops washing and comes to enjoy the game.)
Beat.
Ever touched a bird’s nest when the bird was away? Just to play with it’s chicks?
When the bird returns she does not even touch her own babies. She can smell the
stench of human fingers.
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Beat.
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C2: Yes. Enough of what they’ve done to us. Lets talk about it on our way back to
camp.
Pause
C2: (comes close to C1) I don’t want to do this either. But what else can we do?
C1: Go hungry.
C1: Run.
Beat.
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C2: 1, 2, 3.
Beat.
C1: For they don’t do things that they don’t see the point of doing.
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Scene 2:
[Victim 1 – a thirteen-year old boy – sitting next to a tub full of dirty utensils. He
gropes in the tub, finds a bone and starts nibbling on it. He looks at the audience and
starts singing in between biting on the leftover meat.]
I studied in a school
seventy miles away,
but I’d come home
to recover.
I had caught Malaria,
or had it caught me,
if you want to call it so.
One morning,
I dropped my kanchaas
under the bed.
I was searching underneath
when they came
in jeeps
to civilise us,
if you want to call it so.
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So frightened was I,
I my pants did wet.
They came inside
but none under the bed looked.
One over my urine tripped, but
not underneath the bed looked.
I was lucky,
if you want to call it so.
“How dare,
How dare you stand up?
If not one of us,
one of them you are,”
they said, and
made the men kneel,
and up went their hands.
My mother saw
through the underarm
of the man on top of her
and let out a scream.
A scream,
and then,
Another scream.
Thud!
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And then,
someone fired another round
at a corpse wrapped in uniform.
“How dare,
How dare you stand up?
If not one of us,
one of them you are,”
Thud!
Her brain
lay open.
Blood from the undone skull spurted
like a fountain
with lights,
A fountain with lights,
if you want to call it so.
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Scene 3:
C2: Yes!
C1: Dear boots, We’re sorry that we felt just for a moment that we didn’t want to
wash your clothes and clean your guns while you raped and plundered our villages.
C2: No… We could say… We’re sorry that we felt just for a moment that we didn’t
want to rape any more of the ugly tribal women you gave us. That could work.
Pause.
C1: When we left home things were different. We were fools. We made promises we
could never keep.
Pause.
(C1 is silent)
C2: Now that we’ve come away? What now? What has changed?
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C1: Progress!
C2: Do you remember the time when we didn’t know the gun becomes powerful only
when a man wields it?
C1: The time when we bowed to the supreme gun and feared it would fire even in the
absence of the squire.
C2: But now we know how to wield the very gun we once feared.
Beat.
C2: Our broken fingers wanting to hold onto something even more easy to break.
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Your eyes have been my light – from the day you were born to this very night. My
sons you’ve chosen cloudy days with stormy nights to fly your kite. But my sons you
say you’ve now picked your fight. My sons I won’t scold or beat or teach, it’s no
longer my right. My sons I call you my sons one last time, for I know I will lose them
tonight. With no mother to keep you close, don’t stray from each other’s sight. Battles
will come and go, you might have to switch sides. But as a mother’s last right,
promise me no matter what you’ll hold on to each other starting tonight.”
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Scene 4:
[Two men and a woman sitting on a bench. Victim 2 – an undeveloped foetus – walks
up to them.]
I was inside,
crying,
for they were destroying
what was my home.
If I was not properly born,
nor unborn was I,
for I know,
those men were different.
Besides, they were only 15.
That is, if they said it right.
Because Maa,
I can’t count.
How can I count?
I, who was not even properly born.
I wanted to ask
just one thing:
Whose seed… (stops)
Fifteen men,
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[C2 hesitates]
C2: I can’t.
C2: No.
C1: Because you could go to court. Because you don’t have full impunity the way you
did with the boots.
C1: Then what? Is he/she not black enough? Or not Muslim enough? Common Shoot.
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C2: I can’t.
C1: You can’t… Because you know they will haunt you.
C2: They don’t haunt me anymore. The ghosts have also grown tired.
[Silence]
[C2 shoots]
[C1 ‘What?]
C1: I Do.
Scene 6:
[Victim 4 – a bleeding penis – walks in. He looks at the audience awkwardly for a
while as if he wants to say something.]
I am a penis.
I know you people have no respect for me anymore, but see, I didn’t come here to get
respect. I came here to get your help to find the man whose penis I am.
That is, if I die before that man, the man whose penis I am.
No no,
I must stop this.
Thinking is the job of men,
not of penises.
C1: Numbers.
C2: 1,2,3.
1,2,3.
1,2,3.
C1: (laughs) Our chiefs have found an easier way to count! 47 killed in so and so
place. 51 burnt alive on so and so day.
C2: Why don’t the Gods understand that they’re all corrupt!
C1: Gods?
C2 : Yes Gods.
C2: auction?
C2: Of course! “In the next exhibit we can see the deity Shango on horseback.
Shango was a powerful and violent ruler. He reigned for seven years, the whole
of which period was marked by his continuous campaigns and many battles. The
end of his reign resulted from his own inadvertent destruction of his own
palace.“
C1: What are you telling them for? (pointing to the audience) They’ve probably been
to the Museum.
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C2: They are probably those who give charity to impoverished African babies!
C2: Steal?
And Loot?
And Kill?
Pause.
C2: We saw everything. 80% of our brain power directed to our sight.
C2: And we sat there quietly as the twine was wrapped around us.
Pause.
(C1 shrugs)
C1: We don’t.
C1: Maybe.
C2: Maybe we should leave all this and go back. Come to terms with the way the
world is. This is how it is. This is how we need to live. We can only carve out a silent
space in us and go on living.
To be silenced
in the noise of trickery,
even when just,
is definitely bad.
Surely bad is reading in the light of a mere firefly.
But it is not the most dangerous.
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C2: Stupid as they are. They don’t give up. They fly until their wings give in against
the tension of the thread.
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What are you waiting for? Get washing. We have to wash the stench off our clothes
before we can go back home.
C1: But we might dirty our fingers trying to wash them off.
[C2 whips the clothes clean. The whips the sound of gunshots.]
THE END.