George Anca

GANDHI

CANON

The play turns to Gandhianism

personae

Atma
Usha
Nansi
Nilima
Horace
Regista
Witty
Vidusha
Som
Gupta

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I

Regista, Witty

Regista: You’re instinct liberator with self-breaking taboos.

Witty: I guessed he did it to you. And he boasted me, Bravo mister, you came with her to tell me you fucked my babe.
Regista: I also think you did not know him.

Witty: Pretty soon to forget the Romanians. What can I not self believe anymore, that you raped me?
Regista: As well as you have been implanted on to me? The author points out a variation of the subject between the couples caught and detached from the game.
Witty: Not once the blow-out is even. Another distribution is stamped, unavailable holders. Hear is about how to never play the play, pushing actors, scene after scene, preferably in the carcass or tomb, if it is also incinerated as usual in the delicacy of our destination.
Regista: We count on directing and spectators-show.

II
Atma, Horace

Atma: Do you know about Shivaramaya’s assassination?
Horace: I’ve heard. Friend with the former deputy chancellor and me. I also received a threat of death from Iran if not from Romanian security together with them. And Shiv explained the legal ways of my attack, if I had been defending myself in India. The confused accusation of anticommunist Cassanovism had not held him back. Not even the Rushdie article. Until today, nothing. I had also forgotten in India of the incident. Was he not assassinated for me?
Atma: The death threat is mathematically fatal.
Horace: The right to murder that kills one another’s curse.
Atma: Crack of Shivji and NN, murder and cancer. The message I’m going to send is not known to me.
Horace: On Barakamba Intercontinental floor 14, I do not need my person anymore.
Atma: Ashok went to Avignon, invited by Brook. Here’s Vanesa Redgrave.
Horace: Invite, Sir, visiting professors.
Atma: They only gave dictionaries or Indological India. Come with Hindi, more like English.

Horace: Sir, but the money gave you were to pay me, not to wear them.

III
Horace, Som

(Horace, introduced to Som. Refreshments, white lemon).
Horace: Sinha has great ideas.
Som: He can not maintain his own buildings. Do you know how much a new one costs? 400 crores.
Horace: He was thinking of a Eliade Bhavan in Shantiniketan.
Som: I got your point, pragmatism. There are rich people in Chicago. His budget was cut. Shantiniketan lives more on ICCR. They do not keep their courses well enough, foreigners complain.
Horace: I was glad to hold a conference.
Som: Look, 30,000 rupees are here a lot. I give somebody to catalog the Romanian books from the Indian National Library. He can sit at either them or Ramakrishna Mission. You write my proposals in a letter, you show it to the ambassador and you send it to me. I’ll answer you.
Horace: Just one of my librarians stayed at Ramakrishna Mission.
Som: I give you as gift a tie with ICCR sign.
Horace: I also received one from President Dayal Sharma.
Som: I have to make 17 cultural centers and two chairs. But a construction costs 4-5 crores of rupees. Conferences, student exchange annually.
Horace: A Bessarabian was abhorred by Romanian books received in Chisinau.

Som: India is not Bessarabia.
Horace: Oh, my God, what shaving blade of Romania. Somji, you platen me to pragmatism, but offering more than I would have allowed to ask – scholarships, stipends, understanding. That’s what I’m saying, what’s going on out to Minister Murli, which theater swollen-deflated.

IV
Horace, Gupta

Horace: Noon-janoon.
Gupta: You have nothing to tell.
Horace: Where you come from, where you are gone.
Gupta: You would not ask me.
Horace: I would not ask you.
Gupta: Former adulterous, neither at reconciliation it bring their mind.
Horace: The world says I look good for this age.
Gupta: Well, nothing changed.
Horace: Maybe we do not lose all the breath for so many years.
Gupta: Bhai riksha, come on. It’s my country. I was not anywhere, not in England.
Horace: Leave the Tamil alone.
Gupta: Bum bum, Subramanian Bharati.
Horace: Why did not you come to anthropology? We have Armenians from Calcutta, African tribes.
Gupta: In India, Calcutta, Bombay, Madras do not have so many cars.

Horace: Poetry, why not drama.
Gupta: You are a very dramatic person.
Horace: Re-ho-bo’am was one and forty zears. Old when he started to reign. And he reigned seventeen years in Jerusalem, the city which the LORD had chosen all the tribes of Israel to put his name there.
Horace: So Victoria, Queen to her island, Empress, like Shah Jahan.
Gupta: The gate of India in Bombay is taken after Fartherpour Sikri and after the Roman triumphal arches.
Horace: Read the Taj, read the Koran.
Gupta: What did I say to you, Mr. Gupta, when you wanted to convert me, I had translated Kent’s recipe from French to English.
Horace: Get the fish bone in my throat at Shantiniketan, and I’m in the throat of the fish in Bombay.
Gupta: The women remember the dead who beat them, the good ones they forget them.

V

Nansi, Nilima

Nansi: You have no inspiration.
Nilima: No life.
Nansi: Right in Shalimar Bagh.
Nilima: Marza fucked Mary and passed her to Omer to whom she fell în love. Having sex with someone, she falls in love instantly.
Nansi: After the last, she met a seventy.
Nansi: That’s why you smiled, pop.
Nilima: A Punjabi, eight-year-old widow, has rites, walks around, walks over. He’s not getting very accommodated.
Nansi: Who else to rape virgins over 50?
Nilima: He does not laugh, I do not meet anyone. Pansy or not, vegetarian, he fried my chicken tandoori and died my stomach.
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