End of Three is NOT the End of Life
A draft screenplay by: Saacha Dorji
Notes From The Playwright
This play has been written for, and with the aim of bringing out the changes in values and system in our society; its social issues and personal issues – that individuals deal with themselves and within a small range of their peers and relationship. Social stigma of old people and disable people result in the oppression and intimidation. Families that are large may also have financial issues due to the greater amount of money that is required for the caring of children. And it shows changes in the ways of believing, opinions and social conducts. It is also about the personal desire, which keeps our lives uphill and downhill. Right now, we are seeing a golden age of technology, using it all the time during our every day lives. We are allowing our minds to deteriorate by using them. This digital revolution and the advent of the internet has allowed for an unprecedented exchange of information; both good and bad. The play is also about ills of exam. The exam comes in the form of stress that make one feels threatened or upsets balance in some way. It results in depression, drinking and dropping the school. It’s about a layman’s survival with his small product with the immense Indian market competition.
Cast of Characters
1) Father: Father of 7 children. He likes to give advices to the young children and gets irritated when no one listens, humorous but ingenous man. He has to support seven children for their education. And the family faces lots of economic crises. He dies because of alcohol.
2) Wife: Mother of 7 children. She is a good mother. She loves everyone in her family. She gets irritated when her children don’t love each other and they are too much into technology. She has to support seven children for their education. And she has to bear the family problems and monetary crunch. Her children don’t know about it. Her children leave her, except Yongba. She suffers the pain of separation.
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Narrator: A short time ago in a place not so far away... in fact it was right near the Lhakhang, the place called Nimgang, there was a poor, poor, not so rich man living with his wife and 7 children(Kelden, Samzang, Yongba, Karphel, Tshomo, Choki, Kinga) They were having insufficient wealth to meet the necessities or comforts of life or to live in a manner considered acceptable in a society. But economic riches are not everything. (Setting: inside of Kelden’s home, a traditional house; inside, a father sits on the wooden chair - thinking).
Father: 52?!? Um... 7 children... and a wife?
(Enters his wife)
Wife: Where is that tablecloth? (looks at father) What is it, Honey?
Father: Um... Blah blah blah, blah blah blah, Nothing.
Wife: Gasp! What are we to do?!
Father: Have a cup of butter tea? And talk.
Wife: No! We have no money for butter tea now!
Father: No suja?! Gracious me! Money! (Sings) Money money money money....
Wife: Have you lost your mind?!
Father: Look Dear! Money! Lots of it! Or.. Enough.
Wife: Gracious me! I think God is trying to teach us something. You are 52 and still acts like a child.
Father: Money, we spend on our children education!
Mother: And buying their unnecessary gadgets???
Father: They need in this modern world.
Mother: And you need a cup of butter tea.
Mother: You give advice, but never follow in our own family???
(takes tablecloth and exits angrily)
Father: (Thinks a minute) Nah!
( enters Kelden, )
Kelden: Again sitted here! Father!
(The father (husband) likes to give advices to the young children. He gets sad and irritates when no one listens to him)
Father: Sit, Kelden here.
Kelden: Again your advice father. No. (He stands and fiddles his mobile, paying no attention to what his farher says)
Kelden: I need to update my mobile.
Father: Mobile or education???
Kelden: both (pays no attention)
Father: Sit Samzang
Samzang: Ok father, tell me.
Father: I have hope from my children. My seven children. I don’t understand why children go wrong these days.
Kelden: Again your advice father. Better play.
Samzang: Every child is its own way. They do not bother, that is why they get mislaid.
Father: (talks forlornly dejectedly) who listens to old advices and experiences, nowadays? Who listens to old people? There are not many.
Samzang: That’s an social issue.
Kelden: Who will listen to an alcoholic like you?
Samzang: Our father needs love and support, not his drinking problems Kelden.
Kelden: That’s why I drink. Because my father drinks.
Father: The fact that your parents drink is not a valid reason for you to drink.
Kelden: You are being unfair and mean
Samzang: (counsels) father, don’t let out your feelings. Yes, it’s true, wisdom grow by old age. These days, youth are proud, arrogant, self-important and over-confidant in what ever they do. They are married to social networks.
Father: (angrily) Yes, yes true. No time to sit and talk. I can’t…(samzang interrupts)
Samzang: Tittle-tattle our lives move on. Only at oldage, one-regrets.
Tshomo:( calls from the backstage) Dinner,dinner! Father and brother.
Father: Your sister is calling us for dinner. Let’s move and talk after dinner. (they exit)
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