"THESE ARE KARIMA ULLAH'S WORDS." "WHY DID YOU FORGET YOURSELF?"

 "THESE ARE KARIMA ULLAH'S WORDS."

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Karima Ullah is my neighbor and my best friend

She has been given a residency in Upstate NY.

She speaks a special distant language...

Let H

You should too...

Uneh paghul kur chadeh...ihey...

'Do a dance piece

Lots of music

Very few words

Lots of movements

I hour long

Go home"

"Much adventure"

"Love story"

Human cruelty has no limits

They are all un-interesting

Everything is un-interseting

People are big bores

People. are un-interesting

Everyone is un-interesting"

They are a big bore.

All of them

All of them

All of them."

Uneducated

Un-sophisticated

Big, big, big bores

So much cruelty in words of fiction

So much cruelty in every day life

So much cruelty

'Force yourself into contradictions because society demands it,

and never try to find the reason, the real reason of any dispute-personal-family-business-

friends-people-strangers. Everyone should concentrate on capitalistic success. Forget everything else."  ?

"Eveything is messed up with the un-conscious and coscious, tensions, my tensions, family tensions, 

 and all other

bullshit..."  ?

"She is ugly

He is ugly

The other one is also very ugly and un-interesting.

Forget about people

All people...

Forget about them

People are of no importance to you

Forget about people

All the people

Nothing but trouble

Nothing but waste of time...

I said, forget about them

Once and for all...

Enough time spent on them

Enough time wasted on them

Enough energy spent

Enough emotions wasted

Enough tears shed

Enough money wasted

Enough love wasted

Thats the ultimate truth...

FORGET ABOUT THEM

EVERYBODY

EVERYBODY

WITHOUT A DOUBT...

Narrow your focus

Narrow your focus minutely on yourself

Fix your focus only on yourself

You are not a messiha sent from above to worry about people

They are all AHS

Why did you forget yourself?

Why did you not realize that you exist?

Do you exist?

You think not

But you do...

When you die

People, the same ugly people will know that you existed. They will say, "Oh! she died today."

That's a proof of your existence.

So before they say it...

You beter shout out loud...

I EXIST

I EXIST

I EXIST...

You must be the only one in the range of the camera

The canera actually should  be focued on you

And only on you...

STOP BEING AN XTRA

You must be the leading lady

and if you are a man, though your name is of a woman

But who knows these days..

Who is the man?

And who is the woman?

So in case you are a man...

You should be the leading alfa male

Camera of the world must be focused on you

And only on you...

You are the camera

Now focus it on yourself...

You are in a movie

The movie is being shot

The cameras are set

The acion has been delayed for a long time

The producers are upset

Lot of money is involved

Now focus your camera

It's your camers, now focus it on yourself. 

You are your own camera

Focus your camera on yourself now

Tight focus

VERY TIGHT FOCUS...

The focus of your camera has been on un-important xtras

Yes, so far the focus has been on the most un-important xtras...

You are the leading lady and the focus is on the XTRAS?

WHAT KIND OF LEADING LADY ARE YOU?

GOD GAVE YOU THE ROLE OF A LEADING LADY

AND YOU GAVE IT TO THE XTRAS?

SHAME-SHAME-SHAME

You forgot

Completely forgot

That you have the main role to play in this world

In this life

In your life

YOU COMPLETELY FORGOT THAT YOU ARE PLAYING A LEAD ROLE IN YOUR OWN LIFE...

Instead you gave the lead role to all the riff-raff

All the riff-raff are infront of your expensive camera for which you paid an enormous amount of

 money...

Some riff raff from here

Some riff raff from there

All riff-raff from everywhere

Every corner of this filthy planet's riff-raff are in your own movie

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU DARLING?

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

Think of this AH

Then thinking of another AH

All the time thinking of AH'S

This one, today

This one, tomorrow

This one, yesterday...

GET RID OF ALL THE ASS HOLES FROM YOUR MOVIE

IT STINKS

Develop instances of detachment

From all this

From all low lives...

This is what you get by getting involved with low lives

'LOW LIVES

GET AWAY

GET AWAY

GET AWAY...

You get too involved with low lives

WHY?

WHY?

WHY?

YOU NEED THERAPY GIRL

THERAPY

THERAPY

THERAPY

Find a good therapist

I know of one

In the neighborhood...

Doing a residency in the neighborhood...

Call her...

But don't talk about nitty gritty silly stuff...

Tell the therapist that you are the leading lady of your own movie

BUT YOU FORGOT THAT YOU WERE THE LEADING LADY.

Silly, meaningless shit...surrounded you for so long , for so long,

YOU FORGOT THAT YOU HAVE THE ROLE OF

 THE LEADING LADY...

AND YOU ARE THE PRODUCER/DIRECTOR OF THE MOVIE AND YOU BOUGHT

ALL THE EQUIPMENT AND PUT MEANINGLESS LOW LIVES IN-FRONT OF THAT

 EXPENSIVE MINOLTA...

TEll ME WHY THE HELL DID YOU FORGET YOURSELF?

I am going to call the resident therapist to help you finally

Yes, the therapist who got a residency in your head..

FIRE EVERYONE FROM YOUR OWN MOVIE...

FOCUS THE CAMERA ON YOUR SELF

HAVE A GLASS OF COOL SANCERE

AND ENJOY BEING THE DARLING OF YOUR OWN CAMERA

DID YOU HEAR ME?

DID YOU HEAR ME?

DID YOU HEAR ME?

OH! YOU DOZED OFF...

YOU ARE FULL OF SHIT

YOU DOZED OFF?

LIKE YOU HAVE BEEN DOZZING OFF ALL YOUR LIFE...

THERE IS STILL TIME

WAKE UP...

LET'S END THIS MOVIE ON A POSITIVE NOTE...

WAKE UP...

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MAKE SOME CHANGES IN YOUR LIFE STYLE KARIMA ULLAH

Don't waste your god given gifts.

You have been to the bottom of the valley

Now try to come up...

To come out of the hole, stop digging any further...

I don't care and neither does any one else...

Time has passed...

It's not in my control

Neither was in your control in the past.

It never was...

And I can't regret what has already happened

It was the result of many other factors beside me and you...

It can't be all me, and all you all the time...

All the troubles and failures can't be all your fault...

Whatever happened can't be all because of me or you...

Can it be?

No, not possible.

Family?

Me?

Others?

Me?

Bad, bad, bad, advisors...

Bad, bad, bad experts...(So called experts judging your existence)

Me?

People?

Me?

Strangers?

Me?

Friends? 

Me?

Relationships??

Me?

Apartment?

Me?

Everything is because of me?

Everything is because of you Karima?

All my fault

lt's your fault?

Is that possible?

They say, "Yes"

It's possible...

UNBELIEVABLE...I SAY...

"ME" "YOU"

Need a break..."ME" need a break

"YOU" need a break..

From all the blames

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Let's go to Karakram highway...

From Pakistan to china...

From Abbotabad in Pakistan to Kashgar in China...8oo.ooo miles..

Determination is all...

To shape and contain most obstacles...

Riff-Raff is there not to hinder but to enhance yor existence...

It's you, yoursef who is there to hinder. 

Riff- Raff is not part of the day,

Or your evening..

Accomplish everything you want to accomplish independently and freely...

beside all that...

In the evenings go to the theater...YES, THEATER...THAT'S YOUR FRIEND, ONLY FRIEND.

Make theater your companion

When not going to the theater...

 Because of pain in  your knee, pain in your left foot, pain in your right shoulder...

 Stay in, have great dinner, watch a movie...

Everything is a game

It's upto you to play it right.

It's always up to you...

It's always upto you to achieve...

No one gives any one anything if they can help it...

Only you,

Only you,

Only you, yourself is the leader of your own destiny

The incharge of your own destiny

In total control of your own destiny

And destiny will do it's own share

And that is the only thing beyond your control...

I am not with any one

I am always alone

I am only with my own destiny...

Destiny is un-seen

Otherwise I am always alone by myself...

Evenings are nice

I am with him

And we have a nice meal

That's nice...

Isn't it?

Yes...

That's nice

Very nice

It's all because of my destiny...

That I end up having a nice meal with him...

Your destiny can make you love yourself as well.

Your destiny is begging you to appreciate and love your talent...

Not every one has that.

They might have a lot of things

But your destiny gave you special things...

Talent and imagination...

And you dare waste it?

Waste it on riff-raff...

Beware of destiny...

It can take everything away...

Beware...

And be gracious...

"DISTANT PARTS OF MYSELF."

 "DISTANT PARTS OF MYSELF."

"I crave to hide from everything and everybody."

"I have been hurt."

'I thought that others have hurt me."

'But I have realized that I have been hurt because of myself."

"I have hurt myself."

'I have hurt my self by loving them."

"They didn't love me."

'They weren't just selfish."

'They didn't love me."

Simple as all that...

I used to think how could they be so mean if they loved me?

But now I do know...

They wern't selfish...

Not selfish at all...

They just didn't love me."

'Loveing someone isn't that easy...

People like easy things...

Loveing some one is torturous sometime...

People stay away from torture...

Love is so time consuming

People like to spend time on making money

There is nothing wrong with making money

But it shouldn't be at the expense of love

But it has to be...

Time spent loving someone can not make dollars

Loving some one costs dollars...

Who wants to lose dollars for the sake of love?

You don't live in te world of love anymore...

You live in the world of money...

"Money". "Lots of money" "Lots and lots of money is needed to be rich,

To be important for the other rich...mansions and boats...and paintings...

What are you without dollars?

And what are you without love?

Very rich, you are very, very rich without love,  especially loving someone...you lose not only money,

 you lose your heart....

You saved a lot of time to make dollars which made you so rich, so rich and respectable with your heart

 solidly in place...

Would you have love or admiration of the others? Other rich people's admiration?

What are you without other rich people's admiration?

Love? What is love? An old fashion emotion...

TELLER OF STORIES, LONG AND SHORT

 TELLER OF STORIES, LONG AND SHORT

Vignette's, Observations, reflections

Vignett'es, observations, Reflections on Karima Ullah's days and nights.

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"Karima Ullah has emotional problems

They are destroying her sensitivity.  Sensitivity is one thing,

But when it becomes being stuck in everyone's pain, becomes a huge problem.

Very unhealthy for herself, very sad, because it has affected Karima's life.

She has become financially, physically and emotionally exhausted and can't function any more."  BS

From this moment on...yes, from this moment on...

Things have to change.

Change for better, healthier, not so time consuming because of regrets of the past...

Wasteful emotions....

Time has to be reserved for Karima's positive and constructive emotions,

Karima's well being,

Karima's finance,

Karima's benefit,

Karima's time.

Karima's time have to be Karima's time,

From this moment on...

From this moment on...

From this moment on...

Karima's time have to be for Karima only and no one else...."   BS

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"Empathy is a good thing

Connection with others is a good thing

Feelings for others is a good thing

Sharing and compassion is a great thing

But Karima gets too involved,  gets stuck

In other people's pain, in their trauma,

In other people's misfortunes...

It's a good thing...

It's very good thing...

But no one is around when she need to share her emotional difficulty.

Or share feelings of sadness or loneliness...

And that lack of concern from others make her much lonelier than she was to begin with...

How should she tackle all that?

Should she become unconcerned about others?

Should she become selfish?

Should she become less sensitive?

Should she never care for anything else but herself?

What should she do to not get stuck in other people's pain and suffering?

And still feel their pain somehow...

Therapy perhaps...

Less emotions...

Thick skinned...

Yes, That's the word Western people use a lot...

It's a healthy word..."Thick" 'Skinned"

But she is from the East...

Born with different values

Different emotional depth...

Different traumas...

Different extended family system and culture...

Very difficult adjustment in the West...

Extremely difficult...

How long Karima has been in the West?

Almost four decades...

Too late...too late...sadly too late...

Damage has been done...       BS

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"The complexity of things

Things within things...

Just seem to be endless

"Nothing is easy,

Nothing is simple"       Alice Munro

"Stories which move back and forth in time

Move back and forth between reality and memory,

"Opening out magically to disclose that long panoramic vistas in these people's lives

Homely details of their day to day routines, the dull coping with food and houses that can

take up so much of their time."     Kakatuni

"Munro's stories possess an emotional amplitude amd a psychological density."  Kakatuni

"Music of domestic life." ?

"Drowning in her own talent of various kind."   ?

"Never worry about the band playing in the other room

Because you are the band".  Quentin Crisp

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"Pulled between conflicting imperatives, between rootlessness and escape.

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Domesticity and freedom, between tendencies to familial responsibilities

Or following the urgent promptings of their own hearts."     Kakatuni

"From any decision one takes-the other decision not taken- always pulling you towards it."  BS ?

"I crave to hide from anything and any body.

I actually always wanted to be anonymous. While you travel, while you are doing a lot of things

which interests you and still no one knows you and no one notices you for good or bad-then you

are truely anonymous. I love that."    BS

"Distant parts of myself"  ?

"Passion is the magnet or the motor which drives women's choices."   Kakatuni

"Re -imagining the past-in order to manufacture an identity or mythologize one's family." Kakatuni

" Why won't you come to me?

And...

Why would I come to you?

Give me one good reason."

"Surrounded by strange strangers

They give un-pleasant looks.

Need to stay away...

They just take my energy and enthusiasm away

And make me angry, bitter and forlon."     BS

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"There is certain silence and slowness that the god of efficency

and hyperconnectedness will not tolerate."  Roger Cohen

"Double nature of everything in life."     ?

"The thrill of the un-expected is lost."   ?

"Simplicity lost and the possibility of undistracted existence" ?

"Reading a serious book in a cafe like the old times has become a great problem.

Loud music, people constantly talking loud on their phones while their ears are plugged in,

They can't hear themselves and thus are extremely loud and rude. It really disturbs me.

Distract me from my reading, takes my energy away.  Some others, constantly texting in my presence

which somehow irritates my nerves.  Their fingers always in motion bother me a great deal. I just come

 to the cafe to read like the old times. I don't want to be annoyed or bothered by their full time digital

Business but I can't help it. It literarly gives me a headache.  I have been trying to read this small book

for days and I after a long time of looking at my open book I see that I am on the same page...

I have so many books to read.  I have so many books.  I need to read them.  At home, if I can call it a

 home, I feel domestic so I go out to cafe's but it's the same story everywhere.  Those days are over when

 one went to a cafe to sit quietly and read an important book and have a nice, hot cup of coffee.

Now the owners still call their places, "cafe's" so more European oriented people can come but then they

 shove their menues up your face and want you to eat with loud music like you are in a disco and people

 telling us their private life stories loud and clear on their phones...I have not finished one book in any of

 these cafe's in Manhattan but I have gained a lot of weight because I have to eat there even if they are

 not called, "Restaurants" For me the meaning of a cafe is to have coffee and read your book.  But I

 guess I belong to the old, quiet days when one used to spend time learning and doing something

 important and reflecting. It's just noise now. Noise and food.

I simply can't take it any more. I go home flustered.

I need quiet, slowness, stillness.  That's what I need and I am being deprived of my essentials

Quiet, slowness, stillness,  especially when I am reading.

Now I have stopped going to cafe's.

But I am a reader and I am not reading.

I need coffee and a book

I can't read in a liberary

But I am not that serious a person.

I need a bit more excitement to excite myself.

Not in the apt

Always something to do

Dishes and things like that.

I need to have concentration when I read.

I can't have people talking loudly on their phones

Now I stay home more than ever...

So now out of necassity I am completely isolated.

I still like people

I like to at least look at them even if they don't talk to me

They like their phones better.

I still would like people and their company if they would leave their tortorous instruments home.

Then we could say, hi, my name is...

Start a conversation and then talk about the book, I had been reading...

Perhaps then they could learn something about, "Notes from underground" by Dostevsky

but alas! no one is interested. Why can't we just sit and talk and listen to each other any more?

Why can't we discuss great books with each other? 

My great collection of books need a dialogue...

Is someone out there for that?"   BS

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"FUTURE ONE WOMAN SHOWS."

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"SUCCESSFUL PLAYS.

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PLAYS WHICH MAKE MONEY

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SECRET OF COMMERCE."

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Page after page I find nothing substantial in those kinds of scripts,

which make tons of money...

This is how it goes...

SCRIPT:

Hi,

Hi,

Where?

When?

Me-

Me?

No-

No?

Yes, no

Me?

Yes,

You-

You too...

How?

Why?

Where?

And it goes on and on

120 pages sometime

Full length play...

Who is going to produce plays full of speeches?

Speeches called monologues?

A movie star once in a while pick up a monologue from a famous, (Tony winner)

playwright and does a one man show at,  National Theater in London...

Everyone raves about it...

Otherwise the scripts are full of, Me?

You?

Where are we going?

To my bed room...

Aquick sex scene on the very first moment they meet...

Ect, ect, ect...

An unknown playwright with long monolgues will stay un-known unless he/she

is the son/daughter of a movie star...

Actors who act in those meaningless , "You and Me scripts of 120 pages are so un-intersting

without any kind of charm, personality or any stage presence.

This play which is being talked about, "A so called hit on broadway" is going to be very boring.

I am sure of that. After spending $200 and be totally bored?

Might as well stay at your couch and think of your boring life and save $200

I am not going to see it.

They are all gathering at the bar of a fancy restaurant...so it must be the play by the owner of the bar...

They are in all kinds of businesses,  show business,  food business,  fashion business,

theater business. It doesn't stop. Success is a poisonous snake...keep going with it's gaping

mouth to bite everyone. Producers, publishers, critics got the poison of the snake in them...

They are dangerous. Want to write? Be free to write your long speeches. Forget about productions

or publishing or opening night parties. Do you want the snake to bite you?

No way.

I am terrified of the snakes.

Then keep writing...

Write whatever you want to write

Writing doesn't cost any money...

Eating does...

When you make lot of money

You eat a lot.

Stop eating

You are too fat

Lose weight

Write on empty stomach.

Hungry stomach is more creative...

There is no burden on it

No burden of the food

No burden of the snake.

Be lean and healthy

And create long, long, ever lasting monologues which no one can read or recite

except you...

YOU HAVE SO MANY ONE WOMAN SHOWS TO DO.

 

WHAT TORTURE, A SHORT PLAY, :LIPSTICK IS THE ANSWER."

"BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK"

A ONE ACT PLAY

BY

BINA SHARIF

Copyright:binasharif:2021

CHARACTERS: 

A  AND B:  (Two friends who have an ambigous relationship.)

TIME:  PRESENT

PLACE:  MANHATTAN

A:  WHAT TORTURE I WENT THROUGH.

 B: LIPSTICK IS THE ANSWER

                                                                                   A: "I DON'T HAVE ANY."

                                                                             B: "YOU DON'T HAVE A LIPSTICK?   

                                                                                                            "GO, GET ONE."

                                                                                  A:  "THUNDERSORM IS RAGING OUTSIDE."

                                                                                    B:  "WHEN THUNDERSTORM STOPS, GO GET

                                                                                A BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK. THATS THE  

                                                                                                   ANSWER.

                                                                    LIPSTICK IS THE ANSWER TO ALL YOUR TORTURE.

                                                                    A:  I HAVE TORTURE OF THE SOUL.

                                                                       B:   YOU HAVE TORTURE OF THE SOUL?

                                                                         A:  "YES."

                                                                         B:  "WHY?"                                                                             

A:  I don't know....

Got stuck with some difficult dialogue.

Got disturbed.

Dark memories...

Remembrance of dark memories...

Unhappy thoughts...

TIRED.

EXHAUSTED ACTUALLY.

FORGOT THE ORDER OF THINGS.

ORDER OF CREATIVITY.

SO SCARED...

B: WHY?

A:  ALWAYS SCARED...

PANIC...

B:  ABOUT LOSING THING?

A:  NO, NOT LOSING THINGS...

BUT LOSING POSTS, WRITING,

FEAR OF TECHNOLOGY

PUSHING THE WRONG BUTTON

DELETE BUTTON..

B:  CAN'T YOU SEE THE DELETE BUTTON?

 A: I DO,  BUT SOME TIMES LOSING WRITING

WITHOUT THE DELETE BUTTON.

A NIGHTMARE.

FOGGY MIND

SLEEPLESS NIGHT

LIGHT HEADED WITH PAIN

SO MUCH PAIN

PAIN AND SORROW

SADNESS

B:  BECAUSE OF LOSING THINGS?

A:  BECAUSE OF EVERYTHING

B:  LOVE?

A:   LACK OF LOVE...

B:   LOVE OF YOURSELF?

   A:  THAT'S IT

LACK OF LOVE...

LOVE OF SELF...

LIFE PASSING BY...

B:  FORGET ABOUT TECHNOLOGY

LOSE ALL POSTS...

LOSE ALL WRITING...

WHAT'S THE POINT?

WHAT'S THE USE?

WHAT'S THE USE?

WHAT'S THE USE?

  B:  SUN HAS COME OUT...

  A:  YOU MEAN THAT THUNDERSTORM IS OVER?

 B:   OVER, YES IT'S OVER.

GO OUT...

WEAR SOME LIPSTICK AND GO OUT...

LIPSTICK IS THE ANSWER...

GO OUT.

SUN CAME OUT

 A;  WOULD THE THUNDERSTORM COME BACK?

   B:  YES, IT WILL, YES, IT WILL...

 IF YOU WAIT FOR IT...

A:  AND IF I DON'T?

  B:  IT WILL STILL COME BACK,

THE THUNDER,

THE STORM,

TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THE SUN

GO OUT...

WHERE IS YOUR LIPSTICK?

  A:  OH! I DON'T HAVE ANY

  B:  YOU DON'T HAVE A LIPSTICK?

YOU CAN'T CHEER UP...

 A:  I WILL GET ONE

B:   WHEN?

 A:   WHEN I GO OUT

B:   HURRY

THE CLOUDS ARE COMING BACK...THUNDER WILL STRIKE YOU AND YOU WILL BE NO

 MORE....

A:  DON'T SAY THAT.

B:  HURRY UP THEN.  BUY A BRIGHT RED LIPSTICK BEFORE THE STORM COME BACK

AND TRUST ME IT WILL COME BACK...

YOU KNOW ,WHAT YOUR PROBLEM IS?

A: WHAT IS MY PROBLEM/

B: YOU DELAY THINGS... TIME IS IN A HURRY,  LIVE LIKE THE TIME, HURRY...

A: Ok, GOOD ADVICE...I MUST HURRY TO GET THE BRIGHT RED LIPSTIC TO GET RID OF

THE TORTURE WHICH HAUNTS ME. ARE YOU SURE THAT THE RED LIPSTICK IS THE

 ANWER?

A: YES, THE ONLY ANSWER. HURRY, THE STORM IS RUSHING ABOUT. RUN, RUN FAST,

 EVEN IF YOU BREAK ALL YOUR BONES...

(B, get's her coat an rushes toward the door but alas)

(Loud sound of thunderstorm...starts to rain. it pours, lightning and thunder sounds... lights begin to fade to dark)

                                                                  BLACK OUT

                                                                 END OF PLAY

"ACCEPTANCE" A SHORT PLAY

 MY OWN PRIVATE THERAPIST NAMED, "I"

"ACCEPTANCE"

SHORT PLAY

BY

BINA SHARIF: Copyright: binasharif 2017-2021

Direction: The man opens an envelop, take a paper out

with a name on it and annouces.

MAN:

And the winner is Bulbul Saree

BULBUL

Races to the stage, is out of breath, take the mike and starts to talk

BULBUL:

Thank you.  Thank you.  thank you so much.

I don't know what to say.  I am speechless. I am out of breath.

Thank you academy. Thank you arts club. Thank you, my producer

Thank you my tall, white, blue eyed American husband.

Thank you, my mother, thanks to my father.

Thank you to the glass of wine I just had to calm my nerevs

Oh!  am so glad to be an artist.

I knew that this day will come eventually.

After all I crossed the ocean.

28 hours long flight.

Crossed borders to be here to receive this amazing award.

You see it's so important to be an artist.  We,  the winners can tell

the stories of all the people who never got any award...who lost their dreams

and then died as total losers.

Me, the winner artist is here to tell the stories of all the dead people

who were so un-fortunate in their long-long life...

I am so honored and grateful that you also helped me get here safely through tough immigration

to receive this precious award...

(The man rushes towards the stage and then interrupts her)

MAN:

There has been a mistake, there has to be a mistake.  This award is not for you.

(Bulbul is in shock)

BULBUL:

WHAT? WHAT?  What mistake?  What kind of a mistake? I can't believe it...what kid of a mistake

for heaven's sake?  What happened?

MAN:

Let me explain.  We were given the wrong envelope. This award is for someone else. For another artist.

Who has actually won. Not you, not you. It's a mistake, a big mistake. We were given the wrong

 envelope.

BULBUL:

(Horrified)

The Wrong envelope?  Wrong envelope ?  You must be kidding. You are kidding? Right? You mean I am

 not the winner?

MAN: 

Yes...

BULBUL:

  How unfair...how could such an established entertainment industry behaves like this?

Millions of people are watching me. Watching me win this award and then lose it at

the same moment.

 

Un-believable. unbelievable.  After making me go through

hell to get here, all the threatening questions at the airport, the awful jet lag,  the joy of winning once in

 my life time and now you are telling me that it's a mistake...

This award is not mine...it is for some one else...horror personified.. How can that happen?

But it has happened and has happened to me, me who never won an award in my whole life.

I hope this great democracy will get it's act together next year.

Now I have to go pee.  I have been holding my piss for so long...

I hope I don't get detained in the rest room for pissing...pissing on my desires... and un-fulfilled

dreams...

If I don't get back soon,  please send an ACLU LAWYER to get me out of the restroom.

You can do that at least.  After you took my award and gave it to someone else. Don't make a mistake

 getting me out of the rest room. You want me to spend my lousy life in the American rest room now?

Mistake?  What a great mistake...that is the only great thing you have accomplished in your life

A GREAT BIG MISTAKE MADE BY THE GREAT HOLLYWOOD INDUSTRY...TO TAKE MY

 AWARD AWAY...

GOOD BY AND THANKS A LOT FOR THE HOLLYWOOD NIGHTMARE...

At least offer me some champagne...

"Oh! it's only for the winner.

You cheap, lousy bastards...Get your act together for heaven's sake.

Disrupted my comfortable life and brought me here across the ocean to lock me in the rest room...

Actually the award was mine.  You decided to give it to someone else after you saw my face...

That's the truth, the only truth.  Mistake? It took me so long to prepare my acceptance speech...

(  Music comes on, as lights dim, Bulbul gets off stage and run towards the rest room.)

END OF PLAY

"LIFE IS A ONE ACT PLAY" PART TWO

 " LIFE IS A ONE ACT PLAY"  PART TW0

TO BE PERFORMED AT TNC IN SEPTEMBER 2021

It includes two one acts

1:  SITUATION:

(with Kevin and another actor or Bina)

2: JUNGLE:

(with Bina and another actress)