Last Wish October 6, 2011
Posted by poetrybygitanjali in Dialogue, English, Radio Play.Tags: daughter, dove, father, medimix, play, salon
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Daughter: He was sitting there. Just sitting there and laughing with all these women around him. I almost always wanted to kill him when I saw him.
(Walks into a salon)
Hi!
Father: Well, its about time. What time did you leave? Did you crawl here?
Daughter: No Dad, I walked it. I couldn’t find an auto. Can we go now ? I’m hungry.
Father: I was getting bored of waiting for you so I told them to give me a head massage.
Daughter: How long is it going to take you? Father: I don’t know. If i did, i’d be a masseur.
(Daughter walks into the inner room)
Daughter: 25 minutes ? Ok. Thanks.(comes out) They’re going to take 25 minutes Dad. I’ll be back.
Father: How do I know where to meet you ?
Daughter: Dad I said I’ll be back here. I just need to buy some vegetables.
Father: From where? Hopcoms is closed.
( Masseur comes in and starts massaging)
Daughter: Dad I think ‘More’ has fresh vegetables now. Even if they don’t I’ll buy the rest of the stuff and come back.
Father: What stuff ?
Daughter: (Takes a deep breath and counts on her fingers) Jeera, methi, dhania, rice, multigrain atta, soya, oil, biscuits, chocolates, maggie, pasta, phoolmakana and… and… wait (takes out a small note book) nimbu, mirchi.
Father: Whay do you want nimbu-mirchi again?
Daughter: Because the nimbu mirchi outside the house is drying too soon.
Father: You’re just like her.
Daughter: I thank god for that everyday. I’m going Dad.
Father: Buy me a box of earbuds. I think I have water in my ears.
Daughter: Ok, Dad.
Father: And some nailpolish remover.
Daughter: ok, Dad. (Phone rings) Hello! Han! Han! Illa, nan Alle iti dini. Illa pa. Nan watchman gey kott bandidini. Sikta ? Yen appa, munniappa… wand kelsa madi, wand wasa specs togoli bill namm building secretary gey kalsi. It thini pa.
Father: Where did you leave his bag ?
Daughter: Bye Dad!
Father: Hey listen… I don’t think there’s any soap in my room.
Daughter: I just bought you three bars of Dove.
Father: yeah I used them up.
Daughter: For what ?
Father: My feet.
Daughter: Three bars ?
Father: Not all three. One for my feet, one is in my bathroom and the other I… I…
Daughter: Dad! Dad! (Father looks away.)
Daughter: (whispers) Dad are you doing it again ? Dad ! I’m asking you something. Dad, Dad, ok Dad I won’t shout, just tell me. Please… please dad. Look if you don’t admit it I’m going to buy you only medimix for 6 months.
Father: No! No! They taste aweful. Ok! I admit it.
Daughter: (Takes a deep breath) Ok good. I’m glad you told me. I’ll wait for you near the garden, outside the reception. Just wait there don’t go anywhere.
Father: Ok (1 minute later) Ashima! ashima!
Daughter: What Dad?
Father: I’m done. Come lets go to the supermarket.
Daughter: Like I said I almost always wanted to kill him. Actually if it weren’t for mum’s last wish, I would be writing this in prison.
( Written as a part of a writing workshop Logorrhoea by Gautam Raja of Jagriti Theatre )