ANNTARAAL / EPISODE THREE-THE RAPPORT

ANNTARAAL / EPISODE THREE-THE RAPPORT


Poor Dwarkesh. Dhanush didn’t have to be so mean! What impression would Charulata now have of our troupe? She’s going to run away, I think. What’s wrong in being human? True. They are good friends, they’ll hatch it out. They’ll be back together, eating Vada-pavs. (music plays) (indistinct chatter) Dwarkesh! Dwarkesh, hear me out, please! (sad music plays) I’m sorry. You are not shoving anything away. It, it’s me! Mom called me today morning. What happenned to your mom? Is she alright? She’s in… She’s in love. Wow… That is so cool, I mean when, how, with whom? I don’t know. I… cut the call. Hmm… So? Sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said. And that… “blubber” thing, Yeah, you have it with words. But when you said that thing about my blubber fat, you crossed a line. Never mind, it happens sometimes. And… I’m not letting you off the hook so easily. I will get even someday. So now… let’s take vada-pavs for everyone? Come. Okay so tell me, in your mom’s wedding, you’ll be giving her hand in marriage to the groom? Dude, this isn’t a joke. Bloody rascal. No, I mean, seriously, your mom is in love? (indistinct conversations) (music plays) (door opens) Vada-pav everybody…! You guys started without the ace performers. Let’s eat first. I hope you’ve brought tea. Yes, of course. Chottu! (music plays) Hmmmmm…. Biryani rice, kebabs… Wow. This is your idea of a patch-up, sprinkling calories on my wound? Dude, this is not the first time
I’m treating you with a meal. By the way, where’s your landlady? Be glad she isn’t here. She’d eat away all the biryani. She is a food-lover like me. How do you handle “all this”? I’ve appointed a maid for the utensils, I do the laundry all by myself, I wouldn’t want anyone else to wash my dirty underwear…(interrupts) You know what I mean. (smacks lips) Humour. Look at the humour in the situation. My first, as in my biological father, still sends me money. Using that very money, I pay the rent, which goes to my mom’s second husband’s first wife. (giggles) Can it…(chokes) get funnier than this? Easy, easy, man, Dwarkesh. I am not equipped to handle this. You imbecile! You can at least give me a hug, like Cecilia. Relax, relax. (burps) It’s very complicated, dude. I was only five years old, when my parents got divorced. I didn’t even know how divorce was spelled. Within a year, I had a new father. And the most irritating part was when my mom used to say, “Look honey, your new dad. Your new dad.” I was so excited, I took it in good spirit, man. I thought, all kids must probbly be getting new dads. (stifled laugh) Like…like a new toy. But when I finally learned the spelling and meaning, of a divorce. That’s when I finally felt the pain of that childhood wound. But till then I had learned to
trivialize everything as a joke. Food became my best friend. I used to binge and binge and binge till I’d be full upto my throat, upto my freaking throat ! There would be no place for sadness then. My sense of humor was increasing, and so was God’s. Out of all the places, where in Mumbai
did I find PG accomodation? Here! (wheezes) But after seeing how lonely Seema aunty is, I realised how lonely my mom perhaps is? We all have needs, don’t we? It is so easy for us kids to selfishly blame our parents. They are just parents, after all. Not God. You love your mom a lot, right? And, if after so many years, your mom finally gets the love she was looking for… Is there anything else in this world that could make you happier than that? (music plays) (music continues playing) This was such a pleasant surprise. Surprise? This seemed more like a shock to me. Tell me, do you think Charu remembers the way back to her house? Kamila! I hope I am not coming across as a gatecrasher? No sweetheart. You are always welcome. Isn’t that that right Kamila? (condescending tone) Oh of course, why not? Consider this your own guest-house. I say, move in here with me and Cecilia. Rent and work, we’ll save on both. That is so nice of you. But I am already living at my aunt’s place. Tea, guys? Don’t make your herbal tea, please. I’ll prefer our conventional “desi” tea. God knows what she puts in her herbal tea! I was just going to say the opposite. . I love the tea you make.. Charulata will love it. Never mind then. Now that I’m out-voted 3 against one, make your herbal tea. (music plays) (music plays) (tea being prepared in background) So tell us something… about yourself? (music plays) What should I say? There isn’t anything much to say either. Uh…Tell me, what did you think about Aasman? First day, when I entered… and you all were singing, I felt something surreal… as if I knew all of you. The initial fear was soon left behind. I don’t remember the Kolkata show at all. But I felt, like some thread, some connection, binds us all together. I must be sounding strange, right? Yes, very strange. No. No, of course not. (music plays) (glasses clink)
(uncomfortable murmurs) So did you like, had or have someone, like a boyfriend? Yes. My father told me that there was this boy, Shudantu, who I was about to get engaged to. Umm, childhood friends. (laughs) Isn’t that good news? No! He just got engaged to someone else. After knowing about you? Yes! Bloody “kamina”. (scoundrel) It would have been tough right? Actually not. Because I don’t even remember that “kamina”. (scoundrel) (everyone bursts out laughing) (music plays) (glasses clink) (indistinct laughter)
(song) New experiences… (indsctinct conversations)
(song) New beginnings… (song)
New experiences… (song)
New beginnings… (song)
What are you even thinking? (song)
Hold on to this moment forever. (song continues)
What are you even thinking? (song)
Hold on to this moment forever. I hope we are doing the right thing. Charu. Charulata. I am sure we are. Aarif sir. You can never possibly make a mistake. It’s not necessary that we may succeed but at least we are trying, like Wilbur did. I truly want that, this really works for Charulata. Mr. and Mrs. Banerjee are very hopeful. We all are. I’ll tell you something about the orphanage’s old cook, the one who would narrate stories to us kids… Her stories did not always end on a happy note. Yet, I would connect every story to the reality of my own life. My mom always told me fairy tales with dark endings and the ones which didn’t have dark endings, she would make them dark. In one of the story books she actually changed ‘happily ever after’ to ‘never after.’ (stifled laugh) In fact, the “real” Sleeping Beauty story, I came to know last year! Till then I believed the version my mom told me… In which, when the guy kisses the girl, Beauty actually gets up, slaps him, and asks him, “How dare you kiss me without consent?” (laughs) What happened? These talks reminded me of my mummy. Which one? (clicks tongue) Don’t joke, you scoundrel. This is an emotional moment for me. Humour. Remember? Yes… But you can’t eat while sitting on a commode. (stifled) What? Dhanush, let him speak. Go ahead Dwarkesh. Speak. Speak from your stomach. (stifles spontaneous laugh) Sorry…I mean, speak from your heart. You too, seriously?
(continues laughing) Our parents are elder to us, right? And supposedly more understanding as well. Then, why do they faulter so many times? (music plays)
(sighs deeply) So that we can learn from those mistakes. But… Don’t we eventually make some of the same mistakes? Yes. Because… The hurt that we experience because of the
wound they left on us… We never care to heal it. We carry it around like an open wound all our life until you find someone, who heals that wound. What if they fiddle with it? What if they deepen the wound? (music intensifies) (music continues) (Aarif breathes deeply) Wasn’t that a very intense conversation? Weren’t we supposed to… “chill”? I have noticed this often, sitting in front of the setting sun, even the most jovial person grows intense. No kidding, once I was (dialogues becomes indistinct) munching on some snacks,
(music plays) (indistinct dialogue) and all of a sudden… (song)
New experiences… (song)
New beginnings… (song)
New experiences… (song)
New beginnings… (song)
What are you even thinking? (song)
Hold on to this moment forever. (song)
What are you even thinking? (song)
Hold on to this moment forever. (song)
The past you have lived, (song)
has already passed by. (song)
The future you will live, (song)
no one knows about. (song)
Live this moment, (song)
live in this moment. (song)
Live this moment, (song)
live in this moment. (song)
Live this moment, (song)
live in this moment. (song)
What are you even thinking? (song)
Hold on to this moment forever. (song)
What are you even thinking? (song)
Hold on to this moment forever. (song)
New experiences… (song)
New beginnings… (song)
New experiences… (song)
New beginnings… (song)
Set new boundaries, (song)
choose new relationships. (song)
Set new boundaries, (song)
choose new relationships. (song)
So what if the instrument is different? (song)
Choose new lyrics for a new tune, (song)
So what if the instrument is different? (song)
Choose new lyrics for a new tune, (song)
What are you even thinking? (song)
Trap this moment in your eyes forever. (song)
What are you even thinking? (song)
Trap this moment in your eyes forever.

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