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AN AAMAR NIJER PRODUCTIONS’ presentation
A Short Feature Film
(A story of a
sheep who gets a human life)
▲ Dialogue List
Priest: "Come son come, come to mother and
sacrifice yourself, then in the next birth you
will have a better life, a human
life. Come son don’t be slow!"
Anirban Mullik,
that’s my name. Yes, I really wanted a change! You name it and I have it,
everything.
But have I really
got everything ?!
Mrs. Mullik: "What, didn’t cut the cake
yet? I told you papa wouldn’t come, I know him well"
Nila: "No, Nila."
Neha: "Mummy can I cut
it?"
Mrs. Mullik: "No, take the knife, now
cut." ♫ Happy birthday to you ♪ .
Do you realize my crisis? I
looked back to all I did. I am afraid. My fear is my future, if I continue
like
my past! I want a change.. but how? Impossible!! Will I ever
come out of this? All I do is running-
behind-money money money and
leave LIFE behind. Am I really rich? Rich over what??
Mrs. Mullik: "You know Anirban, in these
few years you have changed so much, you have no
time for anyone, busy busy
busy. You don’t even have time to look at me, selfish!!"
Mrs. Mullik: “I was going to your room, but
you are here?”
Mr. Mullik: “I have come, to look at you”
Nila: "Papa my
birthday."
Mr. Mullik: "I am sorry beta
(child)."
Nila: "I am very angry
with you."
Mr. Mullik: "Nila cheer up."
Nila: "No papa I
couldn’t celebrate my birthday yesterday."
Mr. Mullik: "We will celebrate it
today, at eight evening."
Nila: "Evening?"
Mr. Mullik: "Evening 8’o’clock."
Nila: "Where?"
Mr. Mullik: "Our favorite place."
Nila: "I don’t believe
you will come papa."
Yes my wife goes for
worshiping at the Kali temple every week, but I don’t believe in it. I
don’t want
god ‘there’ somewhere! May be
I don’t need god!! But if ‘she wants’ I don’t care. I will ‘never’ do that.
I have the feeling of what I
want, I want.. I want.. what (being upset).. I don’t know it!!
Mr. Mullik: "Oh my god, I am late
again!"
Always the same, my American
Dream, kept me sleeping ‘again’ over my reality! Nila was right. She
knew I wouldn’t come. Same old
unloving-papa, uncaring papa!
I knew it: Nila and her mother
would leave. Neha is the only person who accepts me as I am.
She ‘believes’ in me and if no
one else, at least she is there waiting for me, always.
Mrs. Mullik: “Oh lord, then how will I go to
Kalighat then? Can’t you check it before?
Mrs. Mullik: "Oh good you are going to
play golf, can you drop me by the temple in kalighat?"
Mr. Mullik: "I am already late."
Mr. Mullik: "oh your car is bracken,
Come then."
Going alone in this chaos! She
can go another day. Dad always warned us against getting out of the
car, if by mistake we are in
such places. “Beware son, of poor places, they can swallow you, poor
people are failures, don’t
waste time on them”
Mr. Mullik: "Let’s go back.. Let’s go
back it’s madness here."
Mrs. Mullik: "Today’s prayers can’t be
done tomorrow!"
Mr. Mullik: "But I have to go.. I have
to."
Mrs. Mullik: "Me too. And then who is
asking to come along?"
But then I can’t leave her
alone in this hell: why did I accept to give her a lift, she could have got
her
car repaired and come by
herself. I can’t step into that, I can’t. How can she be alone here?
It seems to be so dark and
scary, what will I find here? I don’t believe those who say that the
source of light is in the
darkness. “Beware son Kalighat can swallow you!”
Am I in the real world? This
is not reality! This can’t be reality. I feel chocked in this place. I want
to be
out of it. Am I? Can I? Should
I?
All I do is complaining. They
don’t seem to be doing that! Are they like me? Do they need the way I
need? Do they feel the same
way as I feel?
What can I do for them?
Nothing, I don’t know, I don’t have time for this. There are much more
important things to do for me.
It’s my waste here! But how important those works are?
How long I have to bear this?
I want to leave this place. But these people go through it all the time!
Poor people are failures,
don’t waste time on them. Run away. Run away from here! Is this true? Is
this real? I never knew that
“this” existed in “this” proportion in this world? I wonder why!! Help me!
No its not reality! It can’t
be!!
Did I know only a part of the
true reality? How can people survive like this? Why did my father
and everybody stop me from
knowing this before? Why no body told me about all this before? May
be I never cared to know! Did
all my life I knew only a “part” of the true reality of my earth? I can’t
see
this anymore. I have lost all control
over my brain! I can’t think, my brain doesn’t work!! But why
nobody does anything for them
Mr. Mullik: "Hey you finish it and
come by yourself. I can’t stand this anymore, I am going."
Mrs. Mullik: "You won’t like to meet
mother kali?"
Dead man: "Human alive.. Human dead..
Have you been a human being yet?"
Mrs. Mullik: "If you would have gone
without meeting mother Kali, mother would have been
Mr. Mullik: "Let’s go."
very upset."
Mrs. Mullik: "What happened?"
Mr. Mullik: "I want to do something
for the destitute."
Mrs. Mullik: "What will you do?"
Mr. Mullik: "I don’t know."
Mrs. Mullik: "The world is full of
people like this, you have only seen this today, so what can
you do for him, this is his karma."
Mr. Mullik: "Then it’s my karma to
help him now, it’s my karma".
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