Straight from the Heart

The lift-man gauged me with his stare and pointed to the service elevator, a little way down the corridor. “That’s the one we use to transport heavy-weights,” he said matter-of-factly before proceeding to shut the cage door of the elevator. My expressions changed from one of surprise, to dismay, to anger! What the hell, I wanted to scream out loud but checked myself, aware of the surroundings around me. It was a hospital and the decorum prevented people from shouting out loud, no matter how painful or hurtful the situation might be. However, my heart refused to be cowed down and directed by it my eyes sought to pin the lift-man with a cold gaze, which seemed to tell him, “What do you think yourself to be- A Joker of some sort?” “If so go and join a circus team. Why come to the civilised world in search of a living? And who the hell are you to call me heavy-weight? Do you realise its similar to a racist or sexist slur? In the land of milk and honey-USA-the law prevents anyone from cl...

SCENE 1 A House where a “ Neta” from Party Zee comes calling just before the election: Knock Knock….Door opened by an aged man. The neta is standing with folded hands and a smile on his face. His 2 chamchaas are standing beside him, fanning the neta with hand fans. Aged man—Sorry, I am unable to place you. My age is such that I do not remember the names these days. Do I know you? If I am not mistaken, you look like a politician! Chamcha no. 1—What a shame! Ghor Kalyug hai! You no knowing the great man, reverend sri sri Gammchaa da?? Chamcha 2 to the neta--- Chhee Chee….sir forgive him sir..he doesn’t know what he is saying sir. Aged man—Gamchha da?? No, am sorry, never heard of him! Where do you stay sir? Chamcha 1--- Isshhh….stopped by the neta Neta--- I am the local MLA of this constituency. Whatever you see here has happened because of my will. It was I who thought that this place needs a good park where people can go for their morning walk. So I got the park constru...