by Alok nandna Dedicated to a Nightingale
14 October
I am very sad in my Omen. Now I have no objects, no dream, no action…I am alone, complete alone. I am reading ''Father Sergei'' by Leo Tolostoy and the aloneness of Segei has occupied my mind. I am sinking deep with his mind. The angry young man converts into a monk when he sees that her beloved was in love with the king of Russia whom he regarded most and spends a self-secluded life. His devotion to that woman converts to the Jesus. When another woman comes to him and tries to change his mind he bursts out after a little curtsy. Oh! Sergei is a man of passion, devotion and moral. I think I am in love with this character. But I am not a moral man. I always think about the Lady Chatterly, I have gone through the poetess breast and then through the little girl. I am man full of sins, I realize it after reading Sergei life. But what can I do, if I have done all these sinful acts? Really these are the sinful acts? No, no these acts cannot be sinful. It satisfy me and my partners, so how its can be sinful? Srgie was an extremist person, when he loves; he loves passionately, when he converts to Jesus; he converts completely. He does not know the middle ways. Lord Budha too is extremist but he preaches about middle ways. I am sinking deep into the world of sorrow. What is love; what is morality and what is marriage ? Again these questions are haunting in my mind. I am very sorry for my lady Chatterly. Why she is leading a sad life and what is the remedy of it? I am not a good leader. I have cheated all those youths who are behind me. What is politics? I am not an honest man. I good for nothing. Perhaps the phase of depression has started, I need help, I need help, I need help? But who will help me? And what kind of help I want? Am I weak man? Or all man are weak like me? It is said that man is the creation of God, what he acts, he acts instead of God. If I kiss the all those girls and be happy, do I not do the God's work? If I do the God work, why my acts will be called sin? My father is asking me to marry a beautiful girl, without marriage can I not enjoy more women? God has made only man and woman, and he creates love between man and woman; he has never said a single world about marriage. Why my father tells me, first love and then marriage. I know my father loves my mother too much. He has written countless poetry for her and she has burnt them all. It is an extreme act of my mother, why? She loves my father very well, I know it, but she does not know how to love or how to express her love in a gentle way, and here tragedy of marriage starts. Love must be understanding in marriage. My father and mother has lost this basic understanding of love life and so they are barking to each-other. Oh! What I am thinking? and what I am writing ? Should I write these for my father and mother? I do not think they are my father and mother, I think two same poles of two different magnets have been combined forcefully through the powers of marriage. Is not it a tragic of a jock. I am trying to recall to my father words, ''Go to a prostitution house, and do not eat my head, If I were a immoral man, undoubtedly I would go to a prostitution house. This bloody prostitute has made my life hell.'' Yes! I have recalled his evergreen words that he would use for my evergreen mother. She was a beautiful woman, marvelously beautiful woman. She knew only one thing how to make my father's life an alive hell. And she was very much expert in this art, she was more prefect than Leo Nardo Di Vinchi. My mind is a hell. It is sinking deep into sorrow. I knew that that I was going to encounter with a fit of frustration. I did not know where the Russian campign was leading to me. An adventure was waiting for me ahead. Why my father stopped me for this adventure while he was always busy with adventurous acts. I know he would not mind to shoot me for the sake of this government. I have seen him shooting many times. I was always ready to use his arm and he would always says,''Never use it against man. Now whatever you like you do with it.'' Once I tired to shoot him, and was caught by this wild man.'' He snatched the Government Revolver from my hand and put it over my forehead and roared, ''You are Leo and never try to eat a Leo, specially the bigger Leo, otherwise it will eat you. Why did want to kill me, kids? ''
'' You abuses my mother.''
''Oh, it is a big crime, and so why you are killing me! Ok sorry! I will not abuse your mother, but go and tell her do not to eat my ahead.''
''I will break your mind today. Are you ready for it? ''
''You will kill me? ''
''Undoubtedly, you have tried to kill a government sarvent, Who is on duty. And it has been written in my service that whoever try to kill you, kill him then and there.
''I want to drink a beer with you, before this killing.''
''You are my son, so I will fulfill your last desire,'' he said after a deep thought. ''What you want to drink ?
''A Beer, '' Looking straight into his eyes.
''You are under my cover. If you move, I will not mind to shoot you in public. And of course, it will not be good for public. I cannot act against public interest. Perhaps I have some bottles beer in my jeep, You follow me. But again I warn you, do not try to flee away. Your fate has been written today…..
Let me change the format…..I am going to use script format….
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Scene 1
Characters : Father and the son
Ext/evening/ in a forest
(The father is thirty six years old, while the child is sixteen years old. The son is walking ahead, and the father is behind him. The son is thinking deep to come out of the clutches of his father who is determined to kill him. The father is in very easy mood. The son is in jeans and shirt - blue jeans and black shirt, But the most remarkable feature of the son is his rain shoes, that is used in forest. The father costume is just like an Indian officer, court, paint, tie, watch and a revolver in his waist-belt.
The son
(He stops and looks to his father, who is coming behind him)
Father! What is death?
(The father took our his revolver and shoot a forest bird)
Father
(Looking to the dying bird)
Pick it up. It will be good for food.
(The son looks his father and tries to read the mind of his father, and then picks up the bird. Father went ahead and the son follows him)
Cut to
Scene 2
Characters : Father and the son
Ext/evening/ in a forest
(The father is going ahead and the son is following him with the dead bird. He tries to come to his father who is walking fast in the forest.'
The son
(Trying to understand the mood of his father)
We are going to celebrate a good party, tonight.
Father
(In a easy manner)
Yes, for the sake of a son death…You just go and search some good dry woods…I prepare this bird…Never forget I can shoot six miles from this rifle. (Looking to his rifle that is in the jeep.)
The son
(putting the dead bird on the jeep)
Let me have some beer first.
(The father picks out a bottle of beer from a cartoon and opens it with his teeth and gulps two rounds and jumps it to the son)
Move fast.
(The son drinks half of the bottle in one breathe and looks to the forest)
Give me the rifle, I can fame wild animals…after all it is a forest.
The father
Do not worry. No animal can eat you…your death has been selected. It is I who will kill you, not animals. No move fast, the son of your mother.
The son
(Looking to his father eyes) Are you going to kill me?
The father
It has been written in my service book….You tried to kill me and morally bound to kill you…Now move fast..
(The son goes away) Never go beyond my eyes… Better you recite some poetries…I want to here your sound…Now let me finish my work.
The son
What poetry father?
The Father
Whatever you like, I have touched you a lot of poetries earlier.
The son
My father is great
He likes beer and cake
The father
Stop it. Is it a poetry.
The son
I have just composed it, it not good?
The father
(with anger) No, it is not good. Recite some other poetry.
The son
You cannot compel me to recite another poetry…I am not your slave…You have arrested me, it all ok, You just treat me like a war prisoner…after all I have tried to kill a government officer..
The son
(Thinking something and picking up the bird)
Agreed, I will treat you like a war prisoner, after all you are going to die.
(The son looks at the father with pride of a war prisoner and goes away, the father pick up the dead bird and cut its throat with the knife )
---- Cut to
Just enjoy it as a movie
14 October
I am very sad in my Omen. Now I have no objects, no dream, no action…I am alone, complete alone. I am reading ''Father Sergei'' by Leo Tolostoy and the aloneness of Segei has occupied my mind. I am sinking deep with his mind. The angry young man converts into a monk when he sees that her beloved was in love with the king of Russia whom he regarded most and spends a self-secluded life. His devotion to that woman converts to the Jesus. When another woman comes to him and tries to change his mind he bursts out after a little curtsy. Oh! Sergei is a man of passion, devotion and moral. I think I am in love with this character. But I am not a moral man. I always think about the Lady Chatterly, I have gone through the poetess breast and then through the little girl. I am man full of sins, I realize it after reading Sergei life. But what can I do, if I have done all these sinful acts? Really these are the sinful acts? No, no these acts cannot be sinful. It satisfy me and my partners, so how its can be sinful? Srgie was an extremist person, when he loves; he loves passionately, when he converts to Jesus; he converts completely. He does not know the middle ways. Lord Budha too is extremist but he preaches about middle ways. I am sinking deep into the world of sorrow. What is love; what is morality and what is marriage ? Again these questions are haunting in my mind. I am very sorry for my lady Chatterly. Why she is leading a sad life and what is the remedy of it? I am not a good leader. I have cheated all those youths who are behind me. What is politics? I am not an honest man. I good for nothing. Perhaps the phase of depression has started, I need help, I need help, I need help? But who will help me? And what kind of help I want? Am I weak man? Or all man are weak like me? It is said that man is the creation of God, what he acts, he acts instead of God. If I kiss the all those girls and be happy, do I not do the God's work? If I do the God work, why my acts will be called sin? My father is asking me to marry a beautiful girl, without marriage can I not enjoy more women? God has made only man and woman, and he creates love between man and woman; he has never said a single world about marriage. Why my father tells me, first love and then marriage. I know my father loves my mother too much. He has written countless poetry for her and she has burnt them all. It is an extreme act of my mother, why? She loves my father very well, I know it, but she does not know how to love or how to express her love in a gentle way, and here tragedy of marriage starts. Love must be understanding in marriage. My father and mother has lost this basic understanding of love life and so they are barking to each-other. Oh! What I am thinking? and what I am writing ? Should I write these for my father and mother? I do not think they are my father and mother, I think two same poles of two different magnets have been combined forcefully through the powers of marriage. Is not it a tragic of a jock. I am trying to recall to my father words, ''Go to a prostitution house, and do not eat my head, If I were a immoral man, undoubtedly I would go to a prostitution house. This bloody prostitute has made my life hell.'' Yes! I have recalled his evergreen words that he would use for my evergreen mother. She was a beautiful woman, marvelously beautiful woman. She knew only one thing how to make my father's life an alive hell. And she was very much expert in this art, she was more prefect than Leo Nardo Di Vinchi. My mind is a hell. It is sinking deep into sorrow. I knew that that I was going to encounter with a fit of frustration. I did not know where the Russian campign was leading to me. An adventure was waiting for me ahead. Why my father stopped me for this adventure while he was always busy with adventurous acts. I know he would not mind to shoot me for the sake of this government. I have seen him shooting many times. I was always ready to use his arm and he would always says,''Never use it against man. Now whatever you like you do with it.'' Once I tired to shoot him, and was caught by this wild man.'' He snatched the Government Revolver from my hand and put it over my forehead and roared, ''You are Leo and never try to eat a Leo, specially the bigger Leo, otherwise it will eat you. Why did want to kill me, kids? ''
'' You abuses my mother.''
''Oh, it is a big crime, and so why you are killing me! Ok sorry! I will not abuse your mother, but go and tell her do not to eat my ahead.''
''I will break your mind today. Are you ready for it? ''
''You will kill me? ''
''Undoubtedly, you have tried to kill a government sarvent, Who is on duty. And it has been written in my service that whoever try to kill you, kill him then and there.
''I want to drink a beer with you, before this killing.''
''You are my son, so I will fulfill your last desire,'' he said after a deep thought. ''What you want to drink ?
''A Beer, '' Looking straight into his eyes.
''You are under my cover. If you move, I will not mind to shoot you in public. And of course, it will not be good for public. I cannot act against public interest. Perhaps I have some bottles beer in my jeep, You follow me. But again I warn you, do not try to flee away. Your fate has been written today…..
Let me change the format…..I am going to use script format….
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Scene 1
Characters : Father and the son
Ext/evening/ in a forest
(The father is thirty six years old, while the child is sixteen years old. The son is walking ahead, and the father is behind him. The son is thinking deep to come out of the clutches of his father who is determined to kill him. The father is in very easy mood. The son is in jeans and shirt - blue jeans and black shirt, But the most remarkable feature of the son is his rain shoes, that is used in forest. The father costume is just like an Indian officer, court, paint, tie, watch and a revolver in his waist-belt.
The son
(He stops and looks to his father, who is coming behind him)
Father! What is death?
(The father took our his revolver and shoot a forest bird)
Father
(Looking to the dying bird)
Pick it up. It will be good for food.
(The son looks his father and tries to read the mind of his father, and then picks up the bird. Father went ahead and the son follows him)
Cut to
Scene 2
Characters : Father and the son
Ext/evening/ in a forest
(The father is going ahead and the son is following him with the dead bird. He tries to come to his father who is walking fast in the forest.'
The son
(Trying to understand the mood of his father)
We are going to celebrate a good party, tonight.
Father
(In a easy manner)
Yes, for the sake of a son death…You just go and search some good dry woods…I prepare this bird…Never forget I can shoot six miles from this rifle. (Looking to his rifle that is in the jeep.)
The son
(putting the dead bird on the jeep)
Let me have some beer first.
(The father picks out a bottle of beer from a cartoon and opens it with his teeth and gulps two rounds and jumps it to the son)
Move fast.
(The son drinks half of the bottle in one breathe and looks to the forest)
Give me the rifle, I can fame wild animals…after all it is a forest.
The father
Do not worry. No animal can eat you…your death has been selected. It is I who will kill you, not animals. No move fast, the son of your mother.
The son
(Looking to his father eyes) Are you going to kill me?
The father
It has been written in my service book….You tried to kill me and morally bound to kill you…Now move fast..
(The son goes away) Never go beyond my eyes… Better you recite some poetries…I want to here your sound…Now let me finish my work.
The son
What poetry father?
The Father
Whatever you like, I have touched you a lot of poetries earlier.
The son
My father is great
He likes beer and cake
The father
Stop it. Is it a poetry.
The son
I have just composed it, it not good?
The father
(with anger) No, it is not good. Recite some other poetry.
The son
You cannot compel me to recite another poetry…I am not your slave…You have arrested me, it all ok, You just treat me like a war prisoner…after all I have tried to kill a government officer..
The son
(Thinking something and picking up the bird)
Agreed, I will treat you like a war prisoner, after all you are going to die.
(The son looks at the father with pride of a war prisoner and goes away, the father pick up the dead bird and cut its throat with the knife )
---- Cut to
Just enjoy it as a movie
2 comments:
Enjoy it? Alok, it is terrifying. I can't in my wildest imagination understand why your father would treat you like this?
It makes for a very intense script. I like the new format and the scene would make an excellent short film.
Lara
Lara !
What will a father do if his young son will try to shoot him because he is abusing his mother? It is not the case of Edipus copmlex...The father knows very well that his son has Edipus complex....and he is just trying to make his mind free and at the same time teaching him a lession. I have not mentioned the shoot by the son...Some where Edipus complex is working deep in the mind ot the son when he was growing up....I am sure all men attracts to her mother and sister sexually...but the man-made system crash this natural instincts....I want to deal it in a script fromat...as I know not a single film has been made of this Edipus complex theory....
You like this changing.., I am very glad...I feel energy...Now tell who;s act is more hinious? Undoubtedly I am in superlative degree...And I am very proud of it...because I love my all acts...
no matter what the man-mdade system says about it...all the system go to hell...who cares? and why? I am a free thinking man...no book, no religion and no system can kill my natural instincts...I am sure....I will do what my instincts tell....
The idea is short film is better than the full-length film...Earlier I have worked as assitent director in two movies projects...I think I can direct this script...but let me write it first....do not bother...it is the part of torn diary...that is dedicated to a nightengle..do you know who is nightangle?
alok nandan
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