Script

Act 1 ( printing press)

1st scene

Abir- aaj kal logon me civil sense nam ki koi chiz hi nahin hai,kahin bhi
gadi laga dete hain ,are mukesh ye AC kyu nahin chalaya..

Raunak- kharab pada hai sir..

Abir- to repairmen ko phone mai karunga kya.

Raunak- kar rahaun kar rahun..

Saisha - sir agaye kya*3

Rounak- wo dikh nahin rahe kya,tum logon ko hamesha phone karte time
hi interept karna hota hai..

Saisha- achaa sorry.. sir..

Abir- ek minute(on call) aap advance dooge toh hi aapki printing hogi
varna nhi hogi

Arre appko mil jaengi books abhi print ho rahi hai

Saisha: sir

Abir:Arre kya hai

Saisha: voh appne books ka vada kiya tha

Abir: mukesh iss ladki ko kitaab ka vada kya kar diya yeh toh piche hi
pad gayi hai rozz rozz aa jati hai iske papa printing press mai kaam karte
the varna toh mai isko bhaga deta

ab kam kar apna

Han kya hai

Saisha: voh kitaab

Abir: vahan ek carton rakha hai jisme hum rough pages daal te hai usme
se joh bhi ek baar mai haat mai aaye voh lelo

Saisha:par voh toh fatte hue honge aur aur unmai toh alag alag kahaniya
hai

Abir: tumhe lena hai toh lo varna jao mere pass inn sab cheezon ka time
nhi hai

Saisha:par.....
Abir:mukesh isko carton dikha do

Ronak: ek baar mai jitta aaye lelo

Haan bas bas bahut hai

Vahan dedo

Saisha: isse bind kardo please

Riddi: par isme toh alag alag kahaniyan hai voh bhi alag alag writers ki

Saisha : ab mere pass aur koi kitaab hai nhi mai yahi pad lungi

Riddi: thik hai mai abhi bind karke deti hoon

Everyone: binding shuru ho rahi hai

Scene end

Act2 ( character walk)

Kavya: arre wah itte saare characters inhe padh ne mai toh majja aaega

Act3(Premchand)

Premchand scene-

Kavya- dhanpat ray, nawab ray, premchand, akhir inme se aap hai kon?

Garvit- ye teeno hi mere naam hai, wo angrezo ka zamana tha, lekhak

vyavastha jari rakhne ke liye, kabhi ye naam, toh kabhi dusra.

Rudra- ao bauji.

Rounak- aahhhh, haa baith. kya lagta hai, ladka hoga ya ladki?

Rudra- bauji, hona to ladka hi chahiye. Mai dekhke aya. Bauji, lagta hai
wo nahi rahi.

Rounak- nahi rahi? Arre yaar, pehle hi jeb fati padi hai, kafan ke paise
kaha se layenge?

Rudra- bauji, lagta hai rishtedar se udhari leni padegi.

Scene 2-

Kirtika - bhabhi, aapko pata hai bhaiya kaha ghumte hai savere savere?

riddhi:nhi nhi aisa toh nhi hai

arjun dekh shanta mai tere liye kya laya hoon nayi saari

riddhi: par aapke pas toh paise nhi the arre wah naukri lag gayi
arjun:nhi nhi tera mangal sutra bhech diya

riddhi: hain manal sutra bech diya dimag kharab hai tumhara

arjun: toh kya ho gaa aisi choti cheezon pe kya ro hrhi hai kya ho gaya
naya le aayenge

riddhi: meri toh kalayi bhi suni hai aur tumne magalsutra bhi bech diya

Kavya: aapne ek aur kafan mai yeh darshaya ki ek garbhvati mahila ki

peeda kya hoti hai aur doosri aur mangalsutra ye dikhaya ki ek choti si
vastu ka ek mahila ke liye kitna bada mol hota h par kya aisa sachme
hota tha?

Garvit: bilkul jo maine dekha vahi likha

scene 3

vidhi: kuaa

yhana: tum kon ho

vidhi: mai paani bharne aayi hoon

yana: par tum toh choti jati ki ho

vidhi: mera pati mar jaega mujhe thoda sa pani dedo

yahana: jaa yahan se ya toh mai lathet ko bulau

vidhi: nhi nhi bas jati hoon

Kavya: kya uss samay jaati vaad itna prachalan mai tha?

Garvit: haan, bhojan bhi jaati dekh kar aur paani bhi jaati dekh kar milta
tha

scene 4

amma amma mai dekho tumhare liye kya laya hoon

siddhi: kya hua mele mai cheez khayi

shashank: mai appke liye chimta laya hoon

siddhi:arre tu mera khayaal karta hai

Kavya: munshi premchand ki kahaniya ek aag ki tarah thi jinhone poore

samaj mai ek nayi roshni failayi
Garvit: kon hota h ek lekhak , mere hisab se ek lekhak voh hota jo kalam
utha kar samaj ke baare mai likhe ASLI. SACH.

Act 4( Robert Frost)

poem walla scene

Saisha: ek chidiya aati hai aur apne pairo se ek naach dikhati hai

nhi nhi….

ek plane bahut teezi se aata

nhi nhi nhi

aise atak atak ke likhne se accha kissi aur poet ki poem padh leni
chahiyee

yeh yeh robert frost!

yeh accha poet hai america ka janna manna, nature se related poems likh
te hai.

inki yeh walli poem ‘The Dust Of Snow’ yeh acchi lag rahi hai yeh padhne
ki try karti hoon.

the way a crow shook down on me

the dust of snow from a hemlock tree

has given my heart a change of mood

and saved some part of the day i rued

haan yeh poem ko padh ke aisa lag raha ki mai bhi kuch likh sakti hoon

try karti hoon

in a dusty attic lost and still

a clock and a plane with no will

a fallen leaf with colours gone

all thought their purpose had withdrawn

then came a breeze, harsh

a reason, a need to try

everything shifted without a word

the leaf had hope and the plane had heard

the leaf had hope and the plane had heard

Act 5(kabir das)

kabir das scene

bura joh dekhan mai chala bura na milya koi joh dil khoja aapna mujhse
bura na koi

kabira khada bazaar mai mange sabki khair na kissi se dosti na kissi se
bair

jati na puccho sadhu ki puch lijiyo gyaan mol karo talvaar ka pada
rahendo mayan

mukund(kabir das):moko kahan dhundhat bande mai toh tere pass mai na
tirat mai na mourat mai na akaant mai na mandir mai na masjid mai na
kabe kailash mai.

abir: mujhe app ek samasya ka samadhan denge?

mukund: bol putr

abir: mai aapke jaisa mahan kavi kaise banu

mukund: duniya daari sab jhuti hai moh maya ka jaal maan mai jhak kar
dekh le vahin mile kishan lal

sadho yeh murdon ka gao……

Act 6( franz Kafka)

Saisha: kafka

franz

franz kafka are you there

dhairya: yes come in

saisha: so how are you

dhairya: fine

saisha: i came into congratulate you for your engagement it isn’t common
to get engaged to the same girl twice.

dhairya: about that….. i broke it off……again

saisha: what, why?

dhairya: she was becoming a hindrance to my writings…..

sanvi: why are you doing this to me that too again after i trusted you for
a second time
saisha: you broke it off for the writings the writings you don’t dare
publish

dhairya: that is it i tried to publish them but i failed twice

saisha: look at these, The metamorphosis, The trial publish these finish
them and publish them.

dhairya: no way also burn my writings when i die and make sure my dad
doesn’t read them

saisha: what happens to your writings after you die is my business.

manasvi: born in prague, Franz Kafka was a German Writer. He wrote on

topics like isolation, existential anxiety, guilt and realism. The term
kafkaesque came into existence due to his writings

kavya: where is my breakfast i am getting late for my office

manasvi: the next day he turned into a….

siddhi:gregor you’re getting late for your office

manan: i must go and check on him

jeevika: i don’t have the courage to see him like this

manan: he was the only breadwinner of the house now i must look for
some work.

Manasvi: just like this cockroach franz considered himself to be a lonely

creature.

Act 7

faruqi

naman: teri zulfen jaise kali ghatayen

mukund: yeh samundar si gehri pyari aakhen

manan:chand ko tum kahun ya tumhe chand

jeevika: jab bhi tum chalti ho hawayen apna rukh badal leti hai

anamaya: tum ho toh hum hai bas tum ho toh hum hai

garvit: jab baaki shayar husn ke baare mai likh rahe the tab faruqi sahab
kissi aur dagar se guzar rahe the

iris: bol ke lab azaad h tere, bol ke zubaan ab tak teri h

sanvi: yeh line ek naare jaisi lag rahi hai urdu shayari ki riyawaat mai
baat ko ghumake ishaare se kaa jata hai
yahan: tera sutwan jism hai tera bol ke jaan ab tak teri hai

vidhi: jism ki baat karte ho par rooh ka zikr kahan hai

kashika: dekh ke ahangar ki dikaan pe tund hai sholey surkh hai ahaan

siddhi: shayaari mai ahsaas ko chupa ke dikhana bhi ek hunar hai

kirtika: bol ki thoda walt bahut hai jsmo zubaan maut se pehle

arjun: iss shayari toh acchi hai mai poetic ahsaas thoda fika hai

ojasvi: bol ke sach zinda h ab tak, bol, jo bhi kehna h keh hi de

dhairya: end ka climax toh accha hai par poetic ahsaas kahan hai??

abir: iss line mai lai toh thik hai par baiswada hai agar dusre shabdon ka
use kiya jaye toh aur accha ho sakta hai

garvit: tu dusron ki toh tankeed karta hai par khuki kari hai kabhi

abir: samshu phir

garvit: ammi sahi kehti thi rubayat kissi amm admi ka khel nhi hai par tu
toh amm aadmi hi hai faruqi sahab ne auron ke saath saath khud ki bhi
tankeeb ki unka janab 1935 mai hua tha aur unhone kuch aisi hi shayari
likhi.

Act8 (ending)

Saisha: kitaaben thi jaise ek dariya, jazbaaton ke samundar mai beh rahi.
ab uski jagah hai yeh phone jisme samundar toh hai par gehrayi nhi