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Written and Directed by JOE PETER
THE BACKDROP LED SCREEN CRACKLES TO LIFE.
WE SEE A CURSOR BLINKING ON THE SCREEN
THE CURSOR TYPES THE FOLLOWING WORDS
HI.
I said, HI
I can't hear you. Mind giving me a louder... HI ?
Thank you. I guess that’s as loud as it’ll get.
Nice to see you all here.
DISCLAIMER
(gets the spelling wrong a couple of times and finally
finds it through the spelling wizard)
We would like to state that all scenes, situations, and
characters in this play are entirely from the figment of
imagination of some people among us. We would like to place
on record that such a play could never be conjured up or
inspired by people or events in our school because we, are
indeed, a ‘VERY GOOD’ school.
A graveyard. Jamie and Becca walk into view from among the
tombstones. They are on a date.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Jamie – MUMMY!!!!!!!
Interlude
'Cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no ones gonna save you from the beast about to strike
You know it’s thriller, thriller night
Youre fighting for your life inside a thriller, killer
SCREAM!!!! The lights go off on the main stage and the lights
come on in the bedroom where Jerry screams and wakes up from a
nightmare
Jamie – MUMMMMMYYYY!!!!!
Jamie : gulp!
Mom : see? This is your son. You are the one spoiling him
he won’t go to sleep on time, he won’t wake up on time, and
on top of these… these ghost movies
Dad: I wouldn’t doubt that. He’s done a good job with you
Ms. Murray : wait… can you give the phone to someone who
can speak English?
What?? you know English…? Then why did you make me speak in
Malayalam… oh I’m sorry… I just assumed… hahaha… you’re the
new guy?...oh ok.. so can you send me a masala dosa, reduce
salt on masala dosa… and two boiled eggs
Yes… bring it soon… Sir will come now... ok… thank you…
please make sure it’s hot when it arrives. He doesn’t eat
cold food. Bye.
Mr. Pankaj : Ordered? Why? Do you see this bag? It’s all
home cooked. By who?
Mr. Pankaj : Oh… ok… then let me ask you - whom cooked my
food?
Mr. Pankaj :that’s the past... now it’s a new life with a
new wife my dear… from now on… no more oily food from
outside. Did you know that reused oil in restaurants cause
cancer???? …and, look…what she’s packed for me? (arranging
each container)… very hot hot idlis for breakfast, hot
chappati and dal for lunch and see… hot samosas for the
both of us… and Ms. Murray, you must buy these containers…
they are…
PHONE RINGS
I’m sure the conductors have… hmmm… oh… I know sir they are
very expensive..ok sir… I shall do it by noon sir… now?…
you… want me to go to the bus and look for it… now?… (looks
at Ms. Murray pathetically) ..ok Sir.. I will do it… now
SCENE 3 : STARTING A RIOT
Classroom (boring)
Students : yes
Students : yes
Siddhi : No Sir.
Two sports teachers, along with a child with an iPad are seen
walking into the choreography. They stand in stern silence
observing what’s going on. One teacher can’t help it and
starts moving to the dance. The other throws his hand in the
air, and rudely interrupts the music by blowing his whistle
Palani Sir : what is going on here?
Jameela Miss : (with a grin) flash mob sir… they’re having
fun… (upon noticing Palani is not amused). Er… which they are
not supposed to. Who gave you permission to sing and dance
during class hours?
Students are quiet.
Palani Sir : this is a school, and your parents send you here
to study and get good marks. And this is what you do? Look at
my son, Murugappan. While you are all dancing and singing, he
is studying his lessons on his notepad…shame on you…Now… tell
me… who started this?
Students remain quiet.
Palani Sir : so... nobody has anything to say?… all of you…
march to supervisor’s office.
The students start marching, and Jameela marches right in
front of them. Palani has a look of resignation knowing half
the children will disappear by the time Jameela reaches the
office
Palani Sir : yes Murugappa… tell me my son..what are you
studying in your IPAD?
Murugappan : Nothing at all Appa… I’m not studying anything …
I’m only uploading this flash mob on my insta page… see appa…
327 likes already
Palani Sir : what??!! you are wonly uploading… ada
paavi..classukku podaa
SCENE 4 : MR.PANKAJ’S BREAKFAST
Lights on supervisor’s set. He is still on the phone with
Nishanth’s father
Mr. Pankaj : (in a sarcastic manner) … oh ok Sir… I shall do
the needful sir… yes sir… you are right sir… it is his
teachers sole responsibility to teach him not to forget his
things… yes Sir… I agree sir… OK sir… you too… bye.
Mr. Pankaj : Aah Ms. Nichole :… come in… when were you asked
to submit the notebooks Miss?
Nichole : it was today sir.
Mr. Pankaj : Then where is it?
Nichole : I told you Sir, I cannot submit them now as I have
not corrected them
Mr. Pankaj : My dear friend, I know that. But we had a
deadline and you are not meeting it
Nichole : Yes Sir. But how in the world would you expect me to
meet a deadline when you give me tons of duties? As soon as I
reached on Friday morning I was at the field for uniform
check. And I had seven lessons that day.
Mr. Pankaj : so you had one free period!!!
Nichole : Yes sir… that free period was spent refixing the
class board, the one Aakash was hanging upon like Spiderman
Mr. Pankaj : Oh… But you could’ve stayed back to finish the
books.
Nichole : I did Sir.I had only 43 books to correct. I
completed 31 of them
Mr. Pankaj : Then you could’ve taken the rest home and
completed them over the weekend…but you didn’t.
Nichole : Cos I didn’t have the books sir. Those books were
not submitted Sir.
Mr. Pankaj : you should’ve reminded them
Nichole: I reminded them in person. Every day of the last
week. During the class teacher’s period. During my lesson with
them. During dispersal. On the WhatsApp group. Through email.
And in person, over the phone.
Mr. Pankaj : What did they say?
Nichole: They didn’t have to say anything. No one picked up.
Mr. Pankaj : You could’ve invited them all to a TEAMS call?
Nichole : Yes Sir. Even better, I could have even driven to
their houses and picked the books personally from them Sir…
and give them a flower basket as an apology for taking up
their precious time on a weekend?
Mr. Pankaj : Miss, I get your sarcasm.
Nichole : I’m glad you do sir… what has schooling come to
nowadays? The child is always right? When did students become
customers? When did schools become part of the hospitality
industry? They can’t do anything on their own. Can’t give a
circular on time. Can’t submit their books on time.
Mr. Pankaj : They can’t take care of their belongings..Oh that
reminds me… Nishant left his APPLE ULTRA watch in the bus
yesterday. And I had to go and fetch it from the bus this
morning
Nichole : Woah!! APPLE ULTRA??? for a 7th grader!! I can’t even
think of buying one…
Mr. Pankaj : I had been saving up for a Rolex for the last 3
years, and the Apple ULTRA came out this year and I thought I
would buy this instead
Nichole : And did you?
Mr. Pankaj : No
Nichole : Why?
Mr. Pankaj : Spent it on the wedding ring
Nichole : aaah... forgot to congratulate you Sir…
congratulations
Mr. Pankaj : that’s ok… half the school forgot
Nichole : Well sir, in all fairness, you got married on DSIB
inspection week
Mr. Pankaj : True… but not intentional… honest.
Jameela Miss and 3 students walk in, followed by Palani
Mr. Pankaj : what now Miss Jameela… what happened?
Palani : Jameela Miss, only 3 students, where are the rest?
Jameela : I don’t know sir
Palani : what are you saying… there were at least ten of them…
and now you are saying you don’t know where the others are???
I cannot ensure discipline in the school this way
Jameela : Hello Mr. Palani, mind your words. Two went to the
washroom, two went to the clinic, the others are saying they
didn’t dance. If you have a problem with that, go find them
yourself… don’t use your seniority on me. Murmurs Education
wise I have more qualification than you…
Palani : … what are you murmuring? ..if you want to say
anything to me…
Mr. Pankaj : teachers teachers… what is this…
Jameela and Palani and Nichole argue together - all voices
heard together
Jameela : Murmur, why should I murmur? You think I’m scared of
you,,…I don’t see any reason why I should murmur and bow my
head to your highness… to speak with a useless teacher like
you my Hindi is good enough… and don’t you talk about your
educational qualification… you can’t even stand in the sun for
five minutes…
Palani : you go and look at yourself in the mirror and call
useless, bachelor’s degree in economics, cricket player in
India and teaching football in Dubai. I passed out of Sports
college with a degree in physical training and I’m teaching
here only because I broke my knee and I don’t have to…
Nichole : (sarcastically) 1: Jameela Miss give him one on his
face… Palani sir what are you waiting for? Take this water
bottle and throw the water on his face… come on let’s show
these kids what we are made of
SUPERVISOR HANDS OVER THE IDLIS TO MS. MURRAY WHO DULY DROPS
IT INTO THE BIN… HE RESTS HIS HEAD ON TO THE TABLE IN DESPAIR…
AND THE ARGUING VOICES FADE OUT ALONG WITH THE LIGHTING ON
THIS SET
SCENE 5 : ELECTROSTATIC ENERGY
Go with it
Go with it
Jam
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to
Jam
It ain't
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't
Don't you
It ain't too much for me to
2.50 – 3.57
Interlude +rap + Chorus
[Rap performed by Heavy D:]
Jam jam
Here comes the man
Hot damn
The big boy stands
Movin' up a hand
Makin' funky tracks
With my man
Michael Jackson
Smooth criminal
That's the man
Mike's so relaxed
Mingle mingle jingle
In the jungle
Bum rushed the door
3 and 4's in a bundle
Execute the plan
First I cooled like a fan
Got with Janet
Then with guy
Now with Michael
Cause it ain't hard to
[Michael]
Jam
It ain't
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't too much
It ain't too much for me to
Jam
Get on it
It ain't too much stuff
It ain't
Don't stop
It ain't too much for me to
Jam
Becca scores and Asjad loses.Jamie sitting in the corner with
Shabeeb, is ecstatic and runs into the center of the stage.
Hooting
Jamie :
And he calls himself a hero, a hero with a plan
Till the girls beat him to a zero, Asjad’s no more a man
What a sorry day for a weirdo fat biceps on each hand
Once the girls they nuke his ego, his face digs into sand.
Haaa!
Jamie goes too far with his face sticking onto Asjad’s
face.. Asjad punches him!!!
Jamie : get lost man… I’ve got you this time… you’re
getting suspended… you wait and see. he runs off to
complain
Shabeeb : walks over to Asjad, and puts his arms around him
: look bro, don’t worry… I will make sure he doesn’t
complain
Asjad : Shabeeb (taking his arms off his back) I’m not your
bro, neither are you mine. Your brother was my friend and I
know how low you can get… and I know you are the one
playing Jamie. You better stop it and crawl back into the
hole you crept up from… or I’ll make sure you end up like
your brother, dismissed from this school.
Shabeeb : see, you did it… Jamie you did it… because of me,
right?
Jamie : what?
Jamie : what ?
Shabeeb : careful
Becca : or what?
Jamie : Shab… I’ve got this… So Becca... are you saying our
date is cancelled?
Becca : I said I would get back to you… and that was two
weeks ago… and did I? Can’t you take a hint
Jamie : You?
Jamie: yeah
Jamie: yeah
BAD
Ah, I'm givin' you on count to three, ah
Just show your stuff or let it be, ah
I'm tellin' you, just watch your mouth, ah
I know your game, what you're about
At the last line of the song… gang members rush out… and
the boys act as if everything is normal and we realise now
thats because the manager, and the school staff appear in
the school courtyard deep in discussion.
Becca : Uncle… wait don’t go… can you fix the basket for
us please?
Becca : Fail
Everyone laughs
Becca : lame
Coach Sindhu : Is this what I sent you all down here for?
The girls break up and gather around and start the warm up.
I run from wall to wall getting permissions for you to
practice, and this is what you do when I’m not there??!!!
Out of 45 minutes, 15 is gone already and nothing has
happened. Where is the basket? Where is Sajan?
Sajan : sorry sorry Miss… I’m doing now… only two minutes…
very urgent matter I’m going.. don’t call Sir… he will
cancel my leave… please Miss
Becca : (yells back) yeah ok… I’ll get out… I don’t want to
play anymore
Becca : yes I’m getting out… I’m tired of this… exams here…
exams there… classes, extra classes, tuitions, people… you,
my parents, every other teacher… you are all the same… only
expectations! I’m human too… and there are some judging the
way I dress, the way I talk, the people I talk to… I’m sick
and tired of this… and the worst part is… I thought you
were different… But EVEN YOU ARE LIKE THEM
Becca : High marks?? For whom? For you? For my parents? For
this school? Or for my future husband??
Interlude
THE END