Meiree Hawa -- lyrics, open for debates

Tum se agar kuch yahan kahun

tum se jo mei kahun yahan
zara sa bhee kuch huwa
zara sa bhe kuch huwa
kehna kei nahin huwa
kehna kei nahin huwa

huwa jo bhe huwa
urd janei do mitti mei hawa ko
voh dekho , jata hei kon kahan, vahan dekho!


yahan dekho!

aaj se pehlei kiya kubhee kuch huwa yahan
kaho ....kaho..............kaho.....kaho kaho

janei kon kuch keh dei
janei kub kuch chin jawei
voh dil mera hei

jo bandha para hei
jo bandha para hei

kholo na yahan
kholo na yahan, aur tum ho kahan kahan...

jahan bhe tum ho
jahan bhe tum ho

jahan bhe tum ho
jahan bhe tum ho, Hawa.....hawa.........meiree hawa........

Repost: SJC Blues.

Due to a minor error in the detective-dadaist working of my blog-machine, the post has in-itself disappeared and reconstructed to a Dadaist work. After revisionistic tensions with the surmise of the chance-encounter with my broken form, dadaist on SJC Blues, I have decided to draft it, and repost the original. - Ed, Fatims.

SJC - Karachi Blues

                        A few broken remnants on pages of nostalgia,


                        I used to cry myself to sleep here at SJC


                        the broken steps of my first of alls, and the never

                        at alls, and all for whats.



                        here I am again,


                        here I am again...



                        Hi.....Mrs...Wellows!!!! (its never 'at the canteen walas'


                        no - no - no - we were never Parsis


                        In fact, sworn Christans never are, never at Karachi Station


                        Pearl Harbor, Ann Arbor


                        Sea Port, Karachi



                        We were Christians,


                        oh so we were Christians


                        we got martyrdom cry-outs (not cheer-leaderhood try-outs)


                        and we got farewell blues


                        the day we said, "you are the best friend I ever had, no matter what"


                        and these days, we said instead, "no matter what"


                        and then we say, "you are the best"


                        and that's how it is.


                        Business Friends, Little well-known, I'm out of here, Town friends



                        Over at the Compound, Town House number 3, they said


                        those brothers left. Those awesome brandished souls


                        Never went out with KGS, only scorn the sun, till starch dry shirts


                        are all white as that, St. Xavier's School -


                        SJC & Bollywood, how we had our Hollywood


                        those new blue lines, in winter with Beverly & David



                        And Sister Julie said, "never out of school!" and so


                        I said, my new Victoria Holts, my G.H, my V.H, my SJC


                        clubs, my theatre know-hows, my "I'll do it - what's up?"


                        My friendship days, those days that they really said, "Fatima is here"



                        "Fatima is here" & now, lost, lost -- je suis egrare


                        Nadja left in grade 9 they say, I saw her house in Lahore,


                        Lums walei log, Indus school, Lahore Hangouts, Anarkali


                        & Zainab Market, right here in Karachi, near Sidco (ah, ooh & ouch)


                        & near S A R W A R S H A H E E D R O A D



                        My first play - I acted, well, I performed "What an actress"


                        or so Dagmar said, before she said, "No more." And then


                        we prayed at SJC, and went with Ms. Javari to afterschool church


                        oh how cool it was, wearing the sash, being Christian


                        Never once realizing, how true we are, how truly Christian


                        made for crosses -




                        "And I will bare my cross bravely" - School Anthem se hei,


                        hum jhoot nahin kehtei thei, hum saaree raat pardhtei thei


                        hum kaheen pur nahin jatei thei


                        school kee report cards, well, actually...its late you see, I have


                        to meet up with those guys at the other places, at the other


                        tangents, of  other mahols, skip & change



                        Ms. Soares' math exams - and who can forget the Halloween


                        oh the well sweet sixteen


                        who can forget the canteen jokes, and what am I doing in Lyceum?


                        It seems I made it there, after all, Fareshteh Gati-Aslam and the


                        first new mahol at fourth floor, The News, "just say you're a

                        journalist" - and justified right as we were, "never at the expense of your health."



                        My own Parsi advents - like when I first read Zarathustra,


                        and thus spoke, in 'college abroad, American' girls of karachi,


                        became that brand, and soon enough, I was out of my own town,


                        soon enough, so new, so foreign.




                        This is the story of Fatima Ijaz Mirza, writer at Chowk (4 articles,


                        anyway) who is well known in many minds, saluted, respected,


                        hooted and cooed at, ah shy cat (what sort of a cat was that?)


                        Here she is, thanking  everyone, for their many calls, and many


                        nights after, where we recognized



                        It wasn't the 'years' that mattered - but the aftermath, Kabir,


                        and recall, that SJC WAS next to St. Patricks, we know about


                        your  GREEN days, anyway, yeah.....Riiiight


                        And then in the day when Maria B. made it big, and had her


                        fashion line, we said, Tara and I, "yes we knew her, she was cool


                        and all that -- our senior." The SJC



                        Pride of the day, and second years when I met Tara  from second


                        years, and had worn her 'political suit' in a play over at school,


                        "nnnoooooo waaaayyyy!!!" so big, they say.



                        I'll catch you all, in a fire-fly, in a minute or two, I'll be back.



                        Count on it.

Mechanistic

I'd like to take life at a book's distance
let each one of you, sit somewhere else, high up
like looking at old mountains,
& eagles

I'd like to let fall the episode of fireflies
onto the night - and call it a holofram, a monogram
and the Godbox, we heard about along the way - designer?
of unknown Origin, so it states, the run of life on the
linguistic machine patterns of revolution, Evolution.

Easy come, easy go, the ride up the slope
the ride down the slope
and since Darwin, we have been Darwinistic
since Einstein, we will be Einsteinistic
since Newton, Newtonictic
but when Fatima will find time with herself
then she will be Fatimaistic, Vistic.

Imagine then, the Scientific Investigation of Arts
the mock windows, the British Examinations
Karachi and the Silouette Dust-Storm

"Aashiq banaya....aashiq banaya aap ne
Terei bin soonee soonee hein ra:tein"

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1.Last Refrain: Local song, bollywood, what it says doesn't matter - precisely -
2. Welcome to Sound Language: Language is continuity.
3. Slow Language is Evolution: the mechanistics of which, are missing on Science. (no kidding)
4. "watch it evolve, become a firefly..." (my own work, from some obscure channels)
4.1 Life in Evolutionistic meters, changing, becoming. (Becoming - my first book, that runs on Native Indian Symbolisms - Oneonta, N.Y -02)
4.2 A mini statue of liberty is situated in the gardens of Oneonta, that I have had the chance to visit.
4.3 Mini, is miniscule or mock - Quantum - What Else?
4.4 It is obvious, more than obvious, that Science is Art, evolving into mechanistic creation-tivity. T2
4.5 This is Futuristic, as much as it is paper. Paper Machines. flying aeroplanes; brilliant lines.
4.6 It is surrealistic as much as it is non-definitive. The blue cross-section on life.
4.7 It is Dadaist, cause it is true.
4.8 It is Symbolist, due to the construction by a Synesthete. Biological reasons; Salute.
4.9 It is Object.
5. Mechanistic is a concrete reality

Bike-Riders.

LATE NIGHT; WINTER CAFE

Ypsilanti Sheher

2 SCOOTERS PARKED

out West,

6 cigarette-ashtrays

smoking the smoke of things.

WE'RE HERE - Riding

Riding our BIKES.

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1. [ʃɛ.hɝ] is 'city' in Urd/Hindi is شہر
2. localizing the Environment. 3. familiarizing the tonalities of blue.
4. writer is from karachi, N.Y [enlisted at Hartwick, 00 - 03, jurisdiction: English - Faculty Scholar '03, EHS] 
5. this is a Dadaist construction.
5.1 surrealistic blues, Symbolist - synesthesia on blue
5.2 However, Dada is primary 
5.3 Secondary then is Surrealist if dream-like, Symbolist if color-worn.
5.4 'construction' is a paradox, to the primary connotation of Dada.
5.5 This is Dada: Deconstructionalist 
5.6 Deconstruction in the poem, is the surrealist act itself, implementing an augmentation of color-coding in a demonic on the cafe-life. 5.7 "Scooters" annihilate the cafe, if parked in-West. 
5.8 The cowboy salute is missing, thus it is negated Texas-Dry, If cold-war, then Russian white, blue
5.9 Faculty Scholars have lives too.
5.10 N.Y.P.D BLUE

Cancellation

Due to the long length of my thesis study on "Synesthesia," I regretfully have to inform you that I won't be featuring it on SomeExtracts. However, if you would like to have your very own copy of it, feel free to email me at Chameleonisfish@live.ca or fijaz@emich.edu. I would be happy to take requests.
I will come back to this area of study at a future date, for now, I am looking forward to literary critiques of "Bend, Sinister" by Nabokov. (Also a Synesthete, like myself...)
Stay tuned for more, at SomeExtracts....

Enjoy the afternoon with "Invokation for a Snake" - Posted, Dec 19' 2009

Upcoming work:
"Bike-Riders" composed at a cafe. Format: Poem. Theme: Friends/ Colleagues.

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Editor,
Fatima Ijax

Invocation for a Snake

Inkovation for a Snake

the low seething of a snake
its love-call for its partner,
its hissing for a sense of She,
its arousal - deep on the knees,
its collapse - on all floors -
its dance

Its beginning
"I'm coming again," it picks up the bone
of its ruination

and rises -
the hypnotic pull of her straight forms
falling on the floors

On all the floors
the dance of a snake -

have you seen better?

I know I haven't.

Bulletin - Upcoming Work: Presentation on "Synesthesia" (for Art 508, on making Research Proposals/ great class for Dissertation structure analysis - An Early Beginning, M.A)

Perfect mince of matter, to PRESENT the situation by the blue-cliff, let us ascertain its FIRST functionality in 1) RHYTHM, and 2) ascertaining the phenomena of math, and perhaps

Its got to be vivid
Its got to be visual
Its got to be basic
Its got to be My research paper
Its got to be the blue of the cat and the black of persona
& then, most of all, most of all, its got to be the perhaps register
the total fana - ality, musicality of register &


BEFORE (and the semantics of Before - 
not pursued at all for the sake: "art for art's sake" & Oscar Wilde
well, Oscar Wilde

Lets Shut-Up and Continue
on the brief synopsis of Authoritarian High Cats
the color of which fades on my car-seat covers
the colors of which fade on wind-shields
the color of which fades &
period

Period. Push & control physics. We are Rigid,
Rule.
Oh Women, comon please please comon please comon - comon please

And then there was the canal, of water, Water
gushing forth, gangarene, schizophrene, gorgeous GORGE
(Geographical phenomena as in the SJC geography text-book of
class 7) Let us refer to the notes
& then let us put the proper quotes
and remember that the blue heights, were left for kites
we sold our souls for sola anaa
(its just that the poem justifies)

Justifies Right
Justifies right right right
and then there was the Fox, that I never saw
and the idea of the Fade Dry, on his skin, well bitter math
this and that -

To the clueless, I can say the following TWO things, (At least) plus jokes -

1) My Research Paper on Synesthesia is Complete - Its a MASTER-WORK
and it heralds a synopsis you all will LOVE to possess, and there it is, in a CONCRETE
reality, for I read the dozen books
& the literature
and lived the war and all, but none of that
leave that,
lets look at the following

2) It is ready to be published.

Push-Button Publishing -
Self Publishing. The Modern Poet.
Welcome Back to 2008. Wait,
Its 9
Its 9
Its 9
and its not even begun...

And then there was, here it comes, Sultan of Dawn
and Queen Mistress of Fame
and Utter duality of Cards that were marked, in
Red Pray-Harrold Lines, and Blue Alexandria Buildings,
Music Halls, that were Green (actually) Well, Schizophrene
turned, Synesthete.

Introductions, Salutations.

My answer to all sorts of horrid situations: Fuck that.
My answer to all sorts of mystic situations: Fuck that.
My answer to prepare my notes for my first class: Well, Fuck that.
My answer to my defeats: I wrote that.
My answer to my success: I wrote that.
The Institution: Well, Fuck that
The teacher that never gave a damn about you: Fuck. There's no one in the world, again.
The only place you felt at home: Lahore
It used to be: Karachi
I am making a Questionaire for No Purpose but to Excel at Physics at the Royale Institute of Technology - the same one that Kira Argenov attended in Russia/ and here is the tension:
Russian-American Writer?
oh so that's what it is 
Pakistani British Accent?
oh so that's what it is!
(And reject me in fancy Chowk, but in the heydey of physics recall
what my Existence meant, cause there's nothing but that)
Sorry - Refrain
Pakistan? I'm that Ambassador, and no, they are all not Pakistan, I am - Its actually
my very own country, I'm a queen in my own town
The only Pakistani around - welcome to E M U Campus Studies -
I still shine through (thank god for Pink Floyd)
Cause pretty soon it would be the 'shine on stars' - you see the word has changed already
polished words are like that
but
but
but
but ask the schizophrene what schizophrenia is,
and ask the synesthete, what it is,
the color on words

So hear we begin.

Next to be Published on Extracts (Your very own Internet Magazine):

Is:


SYNESTHESIA IN THE MODERN WORLD.

Repost: Karachi Blues

due to an error in the machine of this blog-post, I have re-modeled the paste of this 'timed' event - the dadaistic invent has thus been thwarted. Thaw Ice, and watch your hands for cuts. - Your Ed, Fatims

SJC - Karachi Blues

A few broken remnants on pages of nostalgia,
I used to cry myself to sleep here at SJC
the broken steps of my first of alls, and the never
at alls, and all for whats.

here I am again,
here I am again...


Hi.....Mrs...Wellows!!!! (its never 'at the canteen walas'
no - no - no - we were never Parsis
In fact, sworn Christans never are, never at Karachi Station


Pearl Harbor, Ann Arbor
Sea Port, Karachi

We were Christians,
oh so we were Christians

we got martyrdom cry-outs (not cheer-leaderhood try-outs)
and we got farewell blues
the day we said, "you are the best friend I ever had, no matter what"
and these days, we said instead, "no matter what"
and then we say, "you are the best"
and that's how it is.

Business Friends, Little well-known, I'm out of here, Town friends
Over at the Compound, Town House number 3, they said
those brothers left. Those awesome brandished souls

Never went out with KGS, only scorn the sun, till starch dry shirts
are all white as that, St. Xavier's School -
SJC & Bollywood, how we had our Hollywood

those new blue lines, in winter with Beverly & David
And Sister Julie said, "never out of school!" and so
I said, my new Victoria Holts, my G.H, my V.H, my SJC
clubs, my theatre know-hows, my "I'll do it - what's up?"
My friendship days, those days that they really said, "Fatima is here"

"Fatima is here" & now, lost, lost -- je suis egrare

Nadja left in grade 9 they say, I saw her house in Lahore,
Lums walei log, Indus school, Lahore Hangouts, Anarkali
& Zainab Market, right here in Karachi, near Sidco (ah, ooh & ouch)

& near S A R W A R S H A H E E D R O A D

My first play - I acted, well, I performed "What an actress"
or so Dagmar said, before she said, "No more." And then
we prayed at SJC, and went with Ms. Javari to afterschool church

oh how cool it was, wearing the sash, being Christian
Never once realizing, how true we are, how truly Christian
made for crosses -

"And I will bare my crosses bravely" - School Anthem se hei,
hum jhoot nahin kehtei thei, hum saaree raat pardhtei thei
hum kaheen pur nahin jatei thei

school kee report cards, well, actually...its late you see, I have
to meet up with those guys at the other places, at the other
tangents, of other mahols, skip & change

Ms. Soares' math exams - and who can forget the Halloween

oh the well sweet sixteen

who can forget the canteen jokes, and what am I doing in Lyceum?

It seems I made it there, after all, Fareshteh Gati-Aslam and the
first new mahol at fourth floor, The News, "just say you're a
journalist" - and justified right as we were, "never at the expense of your health."

My own Parsi advents - like when I first read Zarathustra,
and thus spoke, in 'college abroad, American' girls of karachi,
became that brand, and soon enough, I was out of my own town,
soon enough, so new, so foreign.

This is the story of Fatima Ijaz Mirza, writer at Chowk (4 articles,
anyway) who is well known in many minds, saluted, respected,
hooted and cooed at, ah shy cat (what sort of a cat was that?)

Here she is, thanking everyone, for their many calls, and many
nights after, where we recognized
It wasn't the 'years' that mattered - but the aftermath, Kabir,
and recall, that SJC WAS next to St. Patricks, we know about
your GREEN days, anyway, yeah.....Riiiight

And then in the day when Maria B. made it big, and had her
fashion line, we said, chandi and I, "yes we knew her, she was cool
and all that -- our senior." The SJC

Pride of the day, and second years when I met Chandi from second
years, and had worn her 'political suit' in a play over at school,
"nnnoooooo waaaayyyy!!!" so big, they say.

I'll catch you all, in a fire-fly, in a minute or two, I'll be back.

Count on it.


Fatima Ijax

Aunty Mahrukh & the Just-out-of-College Team.

Aunty Mahrukh & the Just-out-of-College Team.

There were sixteen kinds of problems with the sun that day - Naila's nailpolish stains were strewn everywhere like birthday graffiti, and something of the coffee was stinging Naima's eyes, altogether, Bansu, Sheepa, and Shabo, were fine, good to go. Aunty Mahrukh's team was headed North, for the finals of OCT. At this time, we must pause and assemble to remember exactly 'what' OCT is. Well, at the conception it is the very first faint beginning of October, Octopus, and human OCT glances (to do with the eyes, Seema Cheema, instantly reports on Mindless - their latest radio show over at the Punja Club. Arriving suddenly in this astir mahol of dupatta dyed cafe bronzes, (how the color changes for the Oncoming) - She arrives.

Little can be said, here on, for the Chamma Club, now had trouble, much the same way Kajee does, when Raniesque arrives, on sheets of college loves.

Everything was destroyed.

Wind-Swept Synesthesia, A late Sonnet.

Wind-Swept Synesthesia, A late Sonnet.

It was late autumn. The sky was just setting in mud-heaps of winter cafes. The onslaught of mercury was missing from science lives, the perspectives of which died on certain streets in september, october. November was in retreats of solitude, and the spells were certain and uncertain, certain and uncertain – till one day, finally she vanished on a street. It was cold December. The winter was over. It had arrived on the outside world. They had an idea – faintly, recalling her silken green tresses and saris and why wouldn’t the windchuck cry again and again till hoarse? Suddenly something is astir again, like a white horse.
This is Synesthesia.

This is the call-deep of astir musings, in Vincent cafes, of mud-heap dialogues we never acquired since Murree was disallowed many things, not since Wildflowers, when they made it ordinary, this coming and telling you all of what it meant, to be that way, to be a synesthetic dancer. Certain stealths are late coming laughter, like the golden azure of changing leaves, laughing in the dust-smoke of dying octobers. Cigerrette ashes strewn on the wind in alongside hypnosis of wind streets. My eyes have embers, cried every november. Thats all they say to The Synesthete, the dying of november has all elves of ends, ongoings. Silly of me, never to recall, what you meant to me.

Tricky lounges of over-burnt brown mugs, the coffee of which died to dialogue. Back in the day, before this awful winter came about, we used to read books in that special way, before we lost it to synesthesia, lack of sleep & suggestions. Sinister somethings of black appear brusquely on pages, that Kafka wrote, or Nabokov wept – just visited Lolita when she was 10, 9 or 8 – I haven’t read the major, final sequel yet. We survived that way, with little, with enough. With more than enough. Since I mention it, let me explain (laughter sings in sleet winters of Ypsi), yes Nabokov was an eidetic synesthete. Now what on earth may that mean?

What on Earth can it mean?


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Dialogue & Discussion: Re-inventing Synesthesia, is a Myth (Coded References= Kadinsky) Please, finish the onslaught. G

LOUNGES (Addition, 11:34 pm, Dec 2, 2009 = Act 4 now showing in Play Theatres) Dadaist Play – A play written in 5 Acts. By Fatima Ijaz Sarwar Mirza

Picture from the Web/G

This play is being featured and represented at SarwarExtracts, by the sole proprietress of these legends, Fatima Sarwar Mirza. This is the first viewing of this play, written at the auspicious occasion of EID (Islamic Culture & Traditions.)

At this point, 2 (NOW THREE, Now FOUR) of the 6 Acts, are being featured in the sensational new plot, brought on by FATIMA-EZA, the ESA, is called for, after scotch. This play is a special flavor for her new friends, the featured, and the feature-less. Peace be unto-all, and crosses are now raised.
Should old acquaintance be forgot...for the sake o...

The Theatre begins....PlAY

LOUNGES –A Dadaist Play - A play written in 5 Acts. By Fatima Ijaz Sarwar Mirza
ACT 1
THE HIJRAS
(T.K, Farnel, Geoffery, Snakeskins and Hasnain are sitting in their lounge, smoking pipe and harassing the heater. There is a slow, mournful sound of wind-storms on the outside window. It is Christmas time.)
T.K: It’s a boy.
Farnel: It’s a girl.
T.K: In any case it’s a boy.
Farnel: It’s a girl.
T.K: BOY
Farnel: Girl
Geoffery: so what are we discussing?
Farnel: If it’s a boy…
T.K: or a girl.
Hasnain: I think it’s a girl.
Farnel: I insist it’s a boy?
T.K: Ok, it’s a girl.
Farnel: It’s a boy. Right?
T.K: It’s a girl, girl, girl.
Geoffery: The princes wear blue ribbons, and tiffany’s princes wear green ribbons.
Farnel: so what I am saying is, it is a girl?
Geoffery: it’s a girl, girl, girl.
T.K: ok, even though it’s a boy?
Geoffery: Right, even though it’s a boy.
Hasnain: I think it’s a girl.
Geoffery: Right.
T.K: right – like the boy is a toy? And the girl is a doll
Hasnain: Right, it’s a girl.
Geoffery: wrong it’s a girl.
T.K: right and wrong it’s a girl.
Geoffery: it’s a boy, and snakesskins, I know you’re reading as well.
Snakeskins: whatever you write, I read. I’m addicted.
Hasnain: show me those papers.
(Hasnain reads Geoffery’s papers)
Hasnain: all you have written here…is….
Geoffery: all you’ve been saying.
Hasnain: you’re a scribe?
Geoffery: what does it have to do with it being a girl or a boy?
Geoffery: it’s a girl, obviously.
T.K: you mean the kind of one that’s a boy?
Snakeskins: yes, obviously, the girl-boy fantasy…
Geoffery: hey, you hear Musharraf has written a new M & B?
Snakeskins: It’s a girl?
Geoffery: No actually it’s about a boy – new perspective, boy’s point of view.
Snakeskins: I see. So it’s a girl?
Geoffery: yes Snakeskins, it’s a boy and a girl. It’s a girl?
T.K: yes Geofferiesonion, it’s a girl and a boy – it’s a girl?
Hasnain: Right T.K, dance troup organizer and crazy madman, it’s a girl and boy? It’s a girl?
Farnel: Right, it’s a girl’s boy, and a boy’s girl, it’s a G-B thing. Right Prof. Melancholy?
Geoffery: I love it when you call me that. In fact I am positively delighted. So it’s a girl?
Farnel: Right it’s a boy.
Geoffery: no it’s a girl-boy.
Farnel: Right so it’s a girl-girl-boy.
Hasnain: Right! A girl girl, boy boy, boy girl girl’s boy, boy’s girl.
Snakeskin: Right…right…right….?
Geoffery: okay.
Farnel: who else can say it WITH me?
T.K: I can’t
Snakeskins: I won’t.
Geoffery: I could, but I can’t so I won’t…
Hasnain: So it’s a girl? Is that what we have to say? Right?
Snakeskin: Bathos. He missed the entire joke. No fair.
Geoffery: No fair
T.K: No Fair.
Snakeskins: NOOOOO Fair.
T.K: I can’t
Geoffery: I could, but ….
Hasnain: so it’s a girl?
T.K: No it’s a boy – decided, confirmed, sold out, eastern princess – boy.
Hasnain: A girl is a boy?
Snakeskins: B.G
Hasnain: I see, one day…it will be…you, me, T.K AND B.G
Snakeskins: yes ofcourse, the girl-boy….boy-girl….Mine.
Hasnain: have you read Ayn Rand?
Geoffery: Of course. The one about boys, and girls.
T.K: No.
Geoffery: Right, its about trains and aeroplanes.
T.K: No.
Geoffery: Right.
Snakeskins: What is Ayn Rand, is she a boy or a girl?
T.K: Well…
Geoffery: Well…
Farnel: Well…
Hasnain: well its like…
Farnel: she IS a boy….
Hasnain: Why Farnel?
Farnel: well because the latter name in her gender specificity is that of a BOY, MAN.
Hasnain: I see, that’s the classification.
Geoffery: so, it’s a girl?
Farnel: No, it’s a boy.
T.K: as you explained.
Farnel: As you heard.
T.K: are you paying me to take you hostage for these statements?
Farnel: It’s a girl.
T.K: okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay – so it’s a GIRL?
Snakeskins: yes I got it – AYN is the name of a girl, and what he’s trying to say is that the SURNAME is the name of a boy, so mix and match, and there’s the math.
T.K: I see – so it’s a girl?
Snakeskin: Well it’s a boy’s girl.
Geoffery: Right it’s a boys and girls thing.
T.K: G
Hasnain: Right, ladies, ladies, ladies
T.K: we are all gentlemen here.
Hasnain: Right, men, men, men.
Snakeskins: NO FUN.
Geoffery: NO WAY
T.K: Girls and boys?
Snakeskin: We are BOTH?
Hasnain: Yes we all are, this is our community, we call ourselves “Hijras” – has everyone in the world forgotten who we truly were?
Snakeskins: Right.
T.K: that’s the thing.
Farnel: Oh Farnels.
T.K: how about our jokes
Snakeskins: here’s the latest one, here’s the latest one…we are SO NOT GAY
T.K: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA – that’s a laughter mania manic-depressive assault on summer, oh I must weep. Tissues?
Hasnain: Papers.
Snakeskins: SNIPERS AND VIPERS.
Geoffery: wipe her, wipe her tears.
Snakeskins: Her? Oh how you touch me, dear me, dupatta dear do.
Geoffery: So has any one read Satanic Verses?
(Pin Drop Silence)
Farnel: I have ofcourse.
T.K: You’re not from the military regiment, loosen up. Un-tie the collar, stand up straight, wear 16 rings on each toe nail.
Farnel: ok, wait I’ll be back, let me make a note of all of this! Oh – Farnels! Its knee-deep, and length-waist.
Geoffery: you are clueless. Always clueless. You know we have a community, and a run show.
Farnel: I so love your diction, but I need to find 16 shoe laces
T.K: to match your 16 toe-rings? I got it, goose-bumps, sister-queen-sister, yo yo you – Mafia moods.
Geoffery: Ok lets not talk of them, T.K – not now, not here, not ever! Tever! Tever!
Snakeskins: you’re very clever. But talk we must, we have to kill all of them. One by one.
T.K: Who? The Mafia moods – troupe? No we can’t.
Snakeskins: but they don’t believe believe in the Hijra jokes.
T.K: yes cause they’re not Hijra. If you’re not ‘it’ then you can’t know it. Its that way, its only me for you and you for me, bat-eye sisters do-it again?
Snakeskins: bat-eye sisters do it again.
Geoffery: Okay, I will be back in a little while
Snakeskins: yes we will soon be back, G and I have to go.
Farnel: shopping?
T.K: don’t worry Farnels, you for me, me for you, bat eye sisters, do-it again?
Farnel: shopping?
T.K: no worries, blues-skins, you’ll be fine with 16.
Farnel: shoes, but laces?

ACT 2 –
MAFIA MOODS.
(Kobra, Futoroligist, Usman, Tanvir and Shabbo are sitting in their lounge, smoking hookahs and making hissing snakes sounds from time to time. It is Christmas Time.) Notes for Director: Lounge 2.
Kobra: We are so dictating the world from here on.
Futoroligist: dictating what?
Kobra: who’s who, what’s what, that’s that, when’s when, why’s why, why nots why nots, pour-quoi pas?
Usman: I say MAFIA MOODS
Tanvir: Well, I was considering the eighteenth surname that I could possibly get… considering that I have eighteen nationalities, and my parents (each) married several hundred times.
Usman: Are you GAY?
Tanvir: It’s a straight question.
Kobra: yes I think so too.
Futoroligist: how can a gay question be a straight question?
Kobra: are you a letter-writer, or a….
Usman: Futoroligist?
Kobra: no these are not the current and contemporary questions of the day anymore – sorry, no way.
Usman: I am anti-gay, you think? ME? Of all the people in six worlds – you must be joking.
Tanvir: I am not joking with you, I am straight. I mean gay.
Kobra: Gay Jokes?
Tanvir: Okay!
Kobra: okay there was once a gay man, then he was an anti-gay man, then he was an anti-war man, so in the beginning was he a gay man or a straight man?
Tanvir: Right.
Futorologist: So Tanvir, where’s the cream?
Tanvir: Which one, Futor?
Futorologist: the one that is from the DEAD SEA.
Tanvir: I have it – I do not intend to return it, at any point of the day – sorry, I just won’t, I just won’t. NO way, No way.
Usman: If I am gay, then I am gay?
Tanvir: Right. So Kobra…
Kobra: Yes T.Vz?
Tanvir: Okay…T.Vz….right right right…now, if I were to appear on the screen as gay, as you know I am an actor, what will it do for my profiles? Considering that I could be both anti-gay, or pro-gay, or so-gay, depending on my profiles, and face-book sisters, want another page, for those who are not ‘so gay’ but those who are ‘ambiguous,’ and most of all, I care for the boy he said he was gay, and died.
Kobra: he was shot dead?
Futorologist: for being GAY?
Tanvir: yes.
Kobra: You are kidding. This didn’t happen. This didn’t happen. This so didn’t happen – no way, no way, no way, no way. Oh my GOD!
Tanvir: Yes! He was Gay!
Kobra: I see
Tanvir: and he was Harassed, anti-social cast clad dyed, eyed, he was killed, oh oh oh, for being SO-GAY
Kobra: alright so he was ‘so-gay,’ let me tell the facebook sisters, besides if it had been a ‘not-gay’ or an ‘anti’gay’ no one would have shot him at all.
Kobra: A GAY MAN IS DEAD AND NO ONE CARES IN THE WORLD ANYMORE.
Futorologist: God is dead, and no one cares anymore.
Kobra: refrain, refrain – God is dead, God is dead – God is dead and no one cares anymore.
Tanvir: Refrain.
Kobra: Refrain
Usman: Refrain
Kobra: refrain, refrain – God is dead, God is dead – God is dead and no one cares anymore. Line?
Usman: yes from…Zarathustra…the book I believe is, “Thus spake Zarathustra”
Tanvir: This is a spell. This is an evil incantation. This is so not happening. I am so ‘not-gay.’
Usman: you are so gay.
Kobra: I am so so so so so gay.
Usman: you are so so so so so so not gay.
Tanvir: Hi Osmani
Usman: Hi Tanviri – but I’m not, I’m ambig.
Tanvir: get over it. You think this is funny? My whole life, my job, my social status, my position in the war, in the famile, in the family, everything was at stake, I was going to die, for the one thing that mattered to me, for the one thing that I was passionate about, for the one thing for which I could live and die, over and over again – refrain, refrain – for God is dead, and there is nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing that they can do about it anymore, that you can do about it anymore, that anyone can do about it anymore – it’s a social stunt that’s all it is, THIS is what they are saying today. Oh Gay days, Faggot city that weeps with open eyes, and endless tears, we were dying once, and we were caught and hanged…you think, you all think, that the WITCHES were a story – no there is no story…there is no story, there is no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no story, except he is anti-gay, or moral-gay, or ‘you-re a gay’ or ‘she’s a gay’ or ‘that’s so gay’ or ‘hosay’ or ‘hosay’ – its been that way for several years, till snakeskins people finally decided it was enough, and we have had enough and No way, no way, he’s not gay, he’s not gay? Did he say he’s not gay? Did he say he’s not gay – and then pretty soon everyone was gay, and now I’m so gay, and now I’m so gay, even my nails and my shoes, and my polish on my car is gay, there is gay-red, and gay-silver, and that’s so not gay, and that’s so gay, and oh my god that’s gay, and oh no that’s not gay, gay, gay, gay, excellent speeches of good solid businessmen looking, hot-dog selling gay men. We eat hot-dogs too. We crave hot-dogs too. But then it was dogs and gays not allowed, and hell and heaven and mercy’s twin showers, I WAS GAY.
Kobra: (Clapping)
Usman: (Stands up, keeps clapping)
Futorologist: (Keeps sitting, starts clapping)
Usman: Shabbo, you’re very quiet today.
Shabbo: I am overtaken by speeches.
Usman: you are so quiet today, Shabbo.
Shabbo: yes I am in silences.
Usman: Shabbo, you are quiet, quiet, quiet
Shabbo: yes I have been uncertain
Usman: Shabbo, you are my own maiden name
Shabbo: yes I think I’ve been quiet
Usman: shabbo are you gay, homo, pervestite, or single?
Shabbo: what?
Usman: Shabbo, you scare us for no reason, we over at the gay club, have to…
Tanvir: have to…
Kobra: have to…
Futoroligist: kill you.
Shabbo: what?
Futorologist: Shabbo, why don’t you tell us how it is to be a woman.
Shabbo: what?
Futorologist: go on, or I will kill you.
Shabbo: what?
Tanvir: just tell us how it is, and we will let you go
Shabbo: what?
Tanvir: Just tell us.
Shabbo: what?
Usman: leave her alone. He is okay.
Shabbo: What? You know that I am a man, still you call me a woman – that is so sensitive. Tissue papers!
Usman: what?
Tanvir: you are a man?
Usman: what?
Kobra: OKAY SHABBO LETS HEAR IT 1 2 3
Shabbo: KOBRA…..
KOBRA….
Kobra: Yes Shabbo
Shabbo: It was around twenty-five years ago, I was sitting alone, and then I realized that I was single and gay, and intuitionally sensitive to all gay people – all sorts of folks, it appearing any where, and then on single streets, I became a flaneur, collecting gay items, the reds that you know are gay, on the streets, on the scarfs, in the booths, the pennies that can’t face up anymore, the real sad stories about gays, that have been hijacked by the Hijras, Mafia Moods hasn’t been doing well, not been selling our drugs. We’ve not been selling our drugs.
Kobra:REAL DRUGS? YIKES, I’m OUT.
Shabbo: no silly, not real drugs. It is a metaphoric resonance into sepia souls. I mean HE IS GAY. That will be the glorious attribute of 2012.
Kobra: what are you talking about?
Tanvir: What are you talking about?
Futoroligist: What are you talking about? Are you insane? Refrain –
Tanvir: are you insane, refrain
Kobra: are you insane, are you insane, are you insane, are you insane
Shabo: refrain
Usman: Shabbo ‘it was around…..”
Shabbo: Yes Osman.
Usman: “Twenty-five years ago….”
Shabbo: yes Osman
Usman: Shabbo the name is “Usman,” and you are TWENTY years old. The story is false.
Kobra: I knew it.
Tanvir: you know what Kobra, you always know everything. Everything. Everything. You are my best friend.

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ACT 3.
The Poets.
(Dinare, Nero, Karim & Samina are hanging out in their lounge. There are alcohol bottles placed neatly at the table. The scene is lit in lamp lights. It is night. It is Christmas.)
Nero: And now more than ever seems it fit to die
Samina: more than rich to die
Nero: more than fit to die
Samina: more than rich to die
Karim: more than fit to die
Samina: more than rich to die
Nero: now more than ever seems it fit to die
Karim: while thou art pouring thy soul abroad in such an ecstasy
Nero: such an ecstasy
Samina: such an ecstasy
Dinare: such an ecstasy
Nero & Karim: while thou art pouring thy soul abroad in such an ecstasy
Dinare: such an ecstasy
Karim: when you're gonna realize...such an ecstacy
Dinare: such an ecstasy
Nero: while thou art pouring thy soul abroad, in such an ecstasy
Dinare: such an ecstasy - refrain, refrain
Nero: over at the club, then - such an ecstasy
Nero: Our drunk nights at the club Karim - such an ecstasy
Karim: such an ecstasy
Nero: Karim, such an ecstasy
Karim: Nero, such an ecstasy
Dinare: while thou art pouring thy soul abroad, in such an ecstasy
Nero: such an ecstasy
Karim: the faggots - they destroyed everything - the way we walked, our prose, our style
Dinare: ahaan our style, that which was ours in college days
Karim: our life
Dinare: such an ecstasy
Nero: Karim, such an ecstasy
Karim: ever tried that drug?
Nero: such an ecstasy ( i don't do drugs)
Karim: ah you mean its a METAPHOR - yes a poet's thing.
Nero: such an ecstasy
Samina: no one has ever seen me - never ever ever - never that
Nero: never that?
Karim: never that, never that, I see the beat to that
Nero: so should we tell everyone who we are, Karim?
Karim: no never that, never that
Nero: yes its difficult in the GAY REGIME - (LOUD, ASSAULTING LAUGHTER)
Karim: RIGHT, RIGHT.
Samina: YES, we'll say..."Excuze me, ladies and gentlemen, we are different, we are not gay...ummm"
Nero: TOMATOES! THROW HER OUT, THROW HER AWAY! (laughter)
Karim: VIPERS, SNIPERS, WIPE HER OFF FROM THE FACE OF THE WORLD
Nero: KILL WOMAN LIKE SHE DOESN"T EVEN EXIST
Samina: doesn't even exist
Nero: such an ecstasy
Dinare: such an ecstasy
Karim: so should we? should we tell everyone we are....
Dinare: no way, no way, we CAN"T, we can not, we can NOt, we can not, 1 2 3 ahaan ahaan beat, beat 2, 3 , 1 , 2
Karim: that we are...
Samina: you are astrologers?
Karim: No...
Dinare: Poets?
Karim: No...(blushes profusely) not really...not even that
Nero: wait a minute, we are musicians?
Karim: so should we tell them?
Samina: who?
Karim: the world...
Nero: we are musicians?
Karim: I think we should go for it - we should tell the world, we do have a few songs now...lets announce our band's name...and I was thinking...
Nero: wait a minute
Karim: yes Nero?
Samina: yes Neroms?
Dinare: Nero?
Nero: I mean all that we do here...the way we live and all, our booze...our hang out sessions, our all night talks with the guitar...and stuff...
Samina: "THe guitar" and stuff, yes...?
Karim: yes?
Nero: I mean I never really figured it out, that we were that way, I mean...that we were into big things the big way....that we could count the seconds, wasn't that just about star-gazing? I can't believe it, this is existence deep and real and chaotic, and I cannot understand...how I never realized. I suppose sometimes you just don't see, and its right there in front of you - I just thought these were sessions, informal, you know, our style, when we hang out and get to know each other and come to terms with the facticity of it - that we are friends, friends for life, and all that, sworn to a cult that really doesn't exist, its just that I'll be there
for you no matter what, that there's no dating amongst us, that we're straight, I didn't know it was that real, that deep, that intense, that we....we stood out as something, to the rest of the world, and today when you said it, only today...I partially realized but suddenly I missed it again, because if being this way...and recording our songs on our computers, our digi-equipment, our software...I just never knew it was serious you know? You know? how it is when you just feel
that this is the edge-quarter of life, and you never really put two and two together, well right now, I suppose two and five together...and
Karim: Right...Nero....
Samina: I so understand what you are saying Nero, you know it IS real, it IS Big, we ARE musicians, and its true, there's no realization till THE realization.
Karim: but Samina, I thought you would see my point of view also
Samina: how is it that different from Nero's point of view Karim?
Dinare: Karim just fancies that this IS life, that we don't have to say we are SERIOUS about it, just we ARE, that IS our statement. I hear ya Karims.
Karim: Thanks Dinare, it just gets opposite and difficult with Nero
Nero: Karim, I feel...we are different, but we can work it out together, there are things about social worlds you don't understand yet, you just want to hang out here
Karim: I see I see...right right I just hang out here
Dinare: Its just that Nero, you never realize, that THE REAL is here, just in this hanging out, not making it 'big' in some so-called pseudo world
Samina: I must add though Dinare, we've all been best friends for years...
Karim: its the usual, yeah thats what she'll say next
Samina: though it IS the usual Karim, Nero wants it BIG and I'm supporting it, and you're all in, too,
Karim: I feel happy suddenly
Nero: he always comes round to it...but I know I'm the one who is compromizing on the FIRST ideal, the REAL is the hang out space
Karim: Nero?
Nero: Karim
Samina: HUGS!
Dinare: There's a lot of work to do ahead, and where did everyone put the Christmas presents?
Dinare, Samina, Nero & Karim: MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE!
Nero: Merry Christmas
Dinare: Merry Christmas!
Samina: High Fives!


ACT 4 - DADA

Dinare & Snakeskins.

(Snakeskins has come to visit Dinare at her personal house. Scene takes place at Dinare’s Lounge. It is Christmas Time.)

Dinare: Hi Snakes

Snakeskins: hi hi hi

Dinare: Hi snakeskins

Snakeskins: hi hi hi

Dinare: Hi Snakes

Snakeskins: Hi hi Hi

Dinare: Hi Snakes

Snakeskins: Hi hi hi

Dinare: Hi Snakeskins

Snakeskins: Hi hi hi

Dinare: show me your hides

Snakeskins: hi hi hi

Dinare: how much for that?

Snakeskins: hi hi hi - 4 dollars each.

Dinare: I like the pink and blue

Snakeskins: hi hi hi

Dinare: Snakeskins, you are slow

Snakeskins: Dinare - you are fast - hi hi hi

Dinare: hi hi hi

Snakeskins: Hi Dinare

Dinare: Hi Snakeskins

Snakeskins: Hi hi hi

Dinare: hi

Snakeskins: hi hi hi

Dinare: Hi

Snakeskins: hi hi HI

Dinare: so Snakeskins, why are you so slow?
Snakeskins: Honey’s on the dance floor

Dinare: Snakeskins, why are you so slow?

Snakeskins: snakeskins, why are you so slow

Dinare: snakeskins, slow, slow, slow

Snakeskins: why are you so slow

Dinare: snakeskins, slow, go slow

Snakeskins: oh my so slow

Dinare: snakeskins, you are gay right?

Snakeskins: haan, right, yeah - whatever

Dinare: Snakeskins, you are so slow

Snakeskins: haan, right, yeah - whatever

Dinare: Snakeskins, how old is your mother?

Snakeskins: haan right, yeah, whatever - go slow

Dinare: snakeskins, there is no such thing as slow

Snakeskins: yes there is, Dinare - you are so slow

Dinare: Snakeskins, you are slow, slow, slow

Snakeskins: I know, know, know

Dinare: you are so slow

Snakeskins: I know

Dinare: you are so slow

Snakeskins: I know

Dinare: so slow, you are

Snakeskins: hiss hiss spite and piss

Dinare: go slow, snakeskins, slow, slow, slow

Snakeskins: Hi Dinare

Dinare: go slow

Snakeskins: you are going to marry me (hisssss and hissssss)

Dinare: slow please
Snakeskins: you will marry me (I hypnotize you)

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: Dinare, please

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: Dinare, please

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: Dinare, please

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: you are Dante, or Dinare?

Dinare: Snakeskins, no go, slow, slow, slow - Snakeskins, please?

Snakeskins: What?

Dinare: Snakeskins, will you please marry me?

Snakeskins: No, no, no - go slow

Dinare: snakeskins, marry me, right now, wherever.

Snakeskins: ok - what then?

Dinare: snakeskins, marry me please

Snakeskins: Ok, so?

Dinare: Snakeskins, please, I Beg You on My Knees, Snakeskins

Snakeskins: Dinare, please!

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: Dinare, are you drunk?

Dinare: snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: Dinare, please

Dinare: Snakeskins, please marry me - you’re wasting my time now

Snakeskins: I Won’t waste your time anymore - there is the church

Dinare: Snakeskins, I am christian

Snakeskins: Dinare, you are christian

Dinare: Snakeskins, you are christian?
Snakeskins: Dinare, you are so gold

Dinare: What happened to your accent?

Snakeskins: It changed

Dinare: Snakeskins, we are through, you, you & you

Snakeskins: Dinare, go slow

Dinare: I am through with you

Snakeskins: Dinare, go slow

Dinare: Hands up

Snakeskins: Dinare, yo

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: Dinare, yo

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: Dinare, please, shut up

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: yeah I Know

Dinare: I know you inside out

Snakeskins: you are in doubt

Dinare: snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: Dinare, you know you’re the one I want

Dinare: Snakeskins, you know you’re the one I want

Snakeskins: Dinare, please

Dinare: Snakeskins, you know

Snakeskins: Dinare, we go back a long way

Dinare: ahaan

Snakeskins: Dinare, we know you know that we know you know, you know? You know?

Dinare: ahaan

Snakeskins: Dinare, please

Dinare: ahaan, snaaaaakes
Snakeskins: Dinare, please

Dinare: Snakeskins, you know you have to when you want to, so?

Snakeskins: Dinare, please, let go

Dinare: I’m holding you tight?

Snakeskins: yeah right

Dinare: Dinare please

Snakeskins: Snakeskins please?

Dinare: Snakeskins

Snakeskins: Dinare

Dinare: snakeskins, I rode on motorbikes in Karachi, when it was illegal.

Snakeskins: Dinare, please, shut up

Dinare: I did

Snakeskins: I don’t care, nor believe it. Karachi?

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: Dinare, please, lipstick shades?

Dinare: Snakeskins, please

Snakeskins: dinare, please, one more time, red or black?

Dinare: blue

Snakeskins: Dinare, please, be true

Dinare: blue blue

Snakeskins: blue, Dinare, blue, blue, blue?

Dinare: oh snakeskins, I am so blue, hypnotic blue

Snakeskins: Dinare

Dinare: Snakeskins, we are through

Snakeskins: Dinare I owe you an explanation or two

Dinare: you are so interesting, do go on.

Snakeskins: I stole your best friend

Dinare: She was yours
Snakeskins: Let me tell you again

Dinare: tell me, again and again

Snakeskins: I stole your best friends

Dinare: I Just had one

Snakeskins: I stole your best friends

Dinare: I just had one

Snakeskins: I stole your best friend

Dinare: I Just had one

Snakeskins: I stole your best friend

Dinare: I Just had one

Snakeskins: you had one?

Dinare: well then, I met the next one

Snakeskins: next best friend - so we’re through?

Dinare: haan? What’s that?

Snakeskins: Dinare, we’re through?

Dinare: haan? What’s that?

Snakeskins: Dinare, we’re through? (Is the poison working on her? Let me check)

Dinare: haan? What’s that?

Snakeskins: dinare, we’re through

Dinare: I KNOW THAT

Snakeskins: Snakeskins, we’re through?

Dinare: I know that

Snakeskins: Dinare, we’re through

Dinare: I know that

Snakeskins: Dinare, we’re through

Dinare: I know that

Snakeskins: allright, say it again

Dinare: I am through
Snakeskins: I wanna hear it again

Dinare: I am through

Snakeskins: Dinare is through?

Dinare: Dinare is through

Snakeskins: Dinare is through?

Dinare: Dinare is through

Snakeskins: Dinare is through?

Dinare: Dinare is through

Snakeskins: Dinare is through?

Dinare: Snakeskins is through

Snakeskins: Dinare, is the hypnosis wearing off? New booze?

Dinare: Snakeskins, is the skin wearing off, New skies?

Snakeskins: Dinare we’re through

Dinare: Inspector

Snakeskins: Dinare we’re through

Dinare: Inspector

Snakeskins: Dinare we’re through

Dinare: Snakeskins, we’re through

Snakeskins: OK

Dinare: S.S OK?

Snakeskins: ok ok ok ok ok ok

Dinare: snakeskins, we are through

Snakeskins: ok ok ok ok ok

Dinare: OK, We are through.



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ACT 5. KABIR’S LOUNGE OR ‘DAY.’


(Kabir and Tanvir are sitting and smoking. Its over at Kabir’s lounge. There is a lamp situated next to the sofa they occupy. The tonalities of the room are red.)

Kabir: Tanvir, I just don’t see the point anymore, you know? I don’t understand what HYPNOSIS had to do with it. I was just explaining my point of view. She is ECSTATIC about those topics…but she JUST DOES NOT WANT TO SEE another person’s point of view – and that’s all there is to it. NO MEETING POINT FOR MADAME DINARE.

Tanvir: Don’t be silly, Kabir. You’re over-exaggerating? Ok….listen, I’ll think about it, after the next joint.

Kabir: JOINT? Do you think THESE, these are DRUGS?

Tanvir: just in talk, speech ….conversationalally – Jesus.

Kabir: that’s just the thing…with you and your….CROWD…

Tanvir: Dinare is not part of my crowd. I know Lounge 3, but vaguely, even dis-interestedly….mostly…it is a casual sort of thing….you know it never occurred, occurred, I mean come to think of it, we’re all part of this nasty situation called LOUNGES, but no one really KNOWS, knows – how it works and stuff. I mean hardly anyone ever communicates with people NEXT DOOR – literally, if you speak out of the box, but there is this metaphysical box kind of a situation, then there is this box, I want to turn over and over in my mind, like you know that puzzle box – that box – now here is the thing, how many times have you seen such a box? It is a faceted box – it has many angles, conditions – TANGENTS, I mean so you could call them TANGENTS…

Kabir: Tanvir

Tanvir: Yes Kabir, I understand what you are saying, but if I say JOINT, it is because I understand the ESSENCE of the joint, it is not like I have not seen those people smoke and stuff, I know how it is, it is just totally out of place to do so, specially with the law and everything – I hate to have the police involved in this, I don’t understand your ROLE, so if you could EXPLAIN I’m sure I could understand…I mean there is NOTHING, totally NOTHING in the books, that can’t make me understand and understand what you really mean when you say, that you’re MAD at DINARE. Now, how am I supposed to have a clue about that? To me its just this Lounge situation – I mean they have their lounges, and I have my own, there with my mafia people, now how ON EARTH am I supposed to know that you take it seriously and LABEL it? That was your problem ever since college Kabir – and let me tell you one thing, MAFIA the word itself, came out of the initials of all of our girlfriends. So there, now they’ll kill me, because it hurts our PUBLIC profile, who on earth ever devised of such a thing, except facebook sisters ALSO want to LABEL us as MAFIA moods, just the good old five of us – Kobra, Futorologist, me, Usman and Shabbo – who in fact IS a girl, so it was her boyfriend’s name…man, this is killing, can’t I go and hang out with them? I’m missing them like nothing else, and like NO ONE else, I mean NO ONE else. So Kabir, it was nice meeting you. It was VERY nice chatting with you and everything is a part of life Kabir, just always remember that, you me everything, but the fi ve of us? Well, we’ve been like ‘THIS’ I mean, this close, since college and everything, and sure the locators have it correct we all went to the same college. OKAY? You have the LOUNGES now. But remember that we were ALWAYS enemies, even before the Hijras…..(now that’s a HOOT...) (LAUGHTER) that’s a classy pick for a name, all Karachi codes?

Kabir: Tanvir, I have a VERY bad habit of NEVER forgetting my main point of view, and all throughout this mini speech of yours I wasn’t really with you. I was with Dinare. How on earth did she say that…how on earth did she say that…

Tanvir: Kabir, Kabir – now you sound like a follower…..believer….I mean even one of those people who quote people often, who CARE about them Kabir, we always thought, ALL of us I mean over at Mafia…

Kabir: You are using “Mafia?” (grinning)

Tanvir: I am using Mafia

Kabir: You are using Mafia?

Tanvir: I am using Mafia

Kabir: You are using Mafia?

Tanvir: I am using Mafia

Kabir: Then should we just call her here?

Tanvir: Who? Dinare?

Kabir: listen Tanvir, why did she say that…its breaking politically civil codes, and I was just suggesting names for the THREE LOUNGES, and those consist of AT LEAST FIVE members each – just like in our college student organizations – what does she think of herself?

Tanvir: Latest with Dinare? You’re asking me? Shouldn’t you ask Karim the Cream? (dryly)

Kabir: No I am asking YOU Tanvir. I am sitting here like a fool, in my lounge.

Tanvir: Kabir, don’t fall into her traps – as you know and I know and well – the whole universe knows, I mean if the universe ever knew anything to begin with, but as the whole universe knows, there is NO TWO WAYS WITH DINARE – none, none, none. On second thoughts…look don’t look like that…like a puppy in the woods, she’s just got some style and registers, that we don’t know anything about, and of course who in the modern world has time to read anything? I haven’t a clue what you’re talking about, Ms. Dinare, and then I ALSO got five books I had to read on the Registers. And there is no doubt in my mind that I BELIEVE in the registers and all that, fancy all that Kabir. I fancy all that – its just that – IF Dinare would explain it I would see…

Kabir: How many years has it been since you’ve been saying all this? Tanvir – Can you shut up?

Tanvir: Kabir…don’t say that…look, don’t say that….its just that….you people never understood that I had this thing with the Registers, and I’m sure in her PSYCHOLOGY department she overtook me for a ride.

Kabir: Took you for a ride, T.V

Tanvir: Well okay then, TOOK me for a ride, but I went there, allright, and there was no SPACE PHYSICS there, just these three registers, and what’s the whole deal about LACANIC registers, I mean it could be any sorts of registers, all sorts of registers, even the ordinary ones. They too are registers. (sniff)

Kabir: Tanvir do you dig that?

Tanvir: Kabir, do you dig that?

Kabir: Tanvir, Tanvir, Tanvir…do you dig that…

Tanvir: Kabir, Kabir, Kabir….I do dig that…

Kabir: Tanvir, then listen…I understand you never got the registers – you just have to read the books. Its all there. BUT what Dinare did over the other day, look, when I came back AFTER soooooo many years T.V, she was not happy to see me?

Tanvir: but Kabir, you had your political agendas, and I can COMPLETELY understand D’s point of view. Now see and listen, if it was simply between me and you, I’d say we’re through and through…but damn this college connectivity is a bitch – and you’re right, WE are LOUNGES, but to bring us all together? WHOOOOSH. Its impossible Kabir. I’m telling you. No way. Its just not occurred. Its just not physically possible, nor earthly manifestable…its just not going to happen. I mean if it could occur, it would have occurred on DAY ONE, but remember all the fights MAFIA had with LOUNGE 3? I mean comon KBs.

Kabir: You didn’t like THE POETS, also?

Tanvir: Kabir, aren’t I using MAFIA – THE codes you suggested, for amicable resolutions, isn’t that what your pamphlet read? Quite a Jerry Mcguire, if you- ask – me.

Kabir: but T.V, what’s wrong with THE POETS? Isn’t it well concieved …they always hated being called singers….and this way they are AUTHENTIC and justified, I’ve surveyed many colleges, I was abroad, I see what it all means, I was happy to be back….

Tanvir: Till?

Kabir: Well till DINARE, T.V….which reminds me where’s the T.V?

Tanvir: don’t you mean REMOTE, KB? REMOTE, REMOTE.

Kabir: Look, T.V – those issues with you and the LACANIC registers – well its been some fifty years T.V, LET IT GO, ok so where IS the T.V?

Tanvir: Kabir I just can’t let it go ….I just can’t let it go.

Kabir: that’s the thing I never did – truly – understand about you.

Tanvir: neither did the HIJRAS – (LAUGHING - ) THAT’S A HOOT. At least we made it to mafia…

Kabir: your own. Now listen, how do we get Dinare in?

Tanvir: In? or OUT

Kabir: Come on Tanvir, tell me you’re in…with me…on this.

Tanvir: I can’t be. There’s no time for it. Besides, its like saying ‘lets change the world,” – and I’m definitely not in for all that BIG TALK. Look Kb, you were ALWAYS into party politics over at the University, and I’m just getting tired and tired, and my mind is spinning with her last attacks.

Kabir: whose?

Tanvir: Forget it. Let it go. Its just that Dinare is, was and will be my friend. Don’t bad mouth her. She got me out of a lot of trouble at my place, cause she actually READ those books. It’s a long story….

Kabir: Comon T.B

Tanvir: you’re calling me T.B?

Kabir: YES

Tanvir: well….

Kabir: Yes?

Tanvir: um…..

Kabir: Ahaan? Listening.

Tanvir: Well, OKAY.


ACT 6

Dinare and Snakeskins – Round 2.


(Snakeskins and Dinare are at Kabir’s lounge. The room is lit in red tonalities. There is a lamp situated oddly, where it points at a few papers placed pointedly at a table.)

Snakeskins: Now, hell-o, my why, fie and fie queen herself, what on EA-r-th are you doing here, bitchskins?

Dinare: Nothing that I know of. Lets just wait for Kabir to come and we’ll find out.

Snakeskins: He ain’t comin’

Dinare: What do you mean?

Snakeskins: Well, he AIN’T Comin’

Dinare: I don’t seem to understand anything you’re saying anymore Snakes.

Snakeskins: SNAKE SKINS for you, Missy & Maam, this and that, all composed. A-hum.

Dinare: Fee, Fi, Fo FUM

Snakeskins: I caught a dagger in my thumb

Dinare: And then it came to me, that at last I came to see

Snakeskins: that you weren’t the one, that you weren’t the one

Dinare: Snakes, lets just quit it – I’d NEVER work with you, nor sing-talk with you.

Snakeskins: Sing-talk, Eh? That’s what you call it over at YOUR CLUBS. We call it…

Dinare: I don’t CARE what you call it. You’re not civil about it either, and besides you don’t care two hoots whether Dinare says yes or no – so it doesn’t matter, yes?

Snakeskins: Well, actually Dinare, Snakeskins cares and cares and cares and cares and cares and cares and cares and cares and cares and cares and cares and cares and cares and cares –

DInare: What is that…snake-talk?

Snakeskins: It’s a Dadaist.

Dinare: I see….can I make a phone-call?

SNakeskins: Sure, D. Spelling mistake, I see.

Dinare: no its okay , you can call me D, as long as we are at Kabir’s Lounge, and he’s not into the Lounges, so it really doesn’t matter and all that.

Snakeskins: Kabir doesn’t matter?

Dinare: Of course he matters.

Snakeskins: I thought you just said HE DOES NOT MATTER

Dinare: Well ofcourse as I told you, he matters.

Snakeskins: No Dinare – I think you said he doesn’t matter.

Dinare: Snakeskins, I thought I heard perfectly clear as well – He matters, sure, why wouldn’t he matter? Stop acting that way.

Snakeskins: Stop acting that way (mimicking)

Dinare: yes – stop acting that way. Ok, shut up and lets hear another of your ‘dadaist’ pieces.

Snakeskins: No way-ums.

Dinare: common, Snakes.

Snakeskins: No, no, no.

Dinare: please?

Snakeskins: Pretty please?

Dinare: please?

Snakeskins: pretty please I beg you on my knees

Dinare: Snakes, how old are we?

SNakeskins: pretty please I beg you on my knees if you say yes I’ll tease if you say no I’ll go away for years. Pretty please?

DInare: You’re right. Shucks. Kbs has gone for years and years. I mean the last time I saw him…

Snakeskins: WHAT does that have to do with my BRILLIANT rhyme? Dinaes, common. Tell me no more.

Dinare: Aha, its good. It’s a nice one. But its also over-used and ‘purani’ like an old car.

Snakeskins: No way-ums.

Dinare: Snakeskins, PLEASE…okay, okay, okay…pretty please I beg you on my knees if you say yes I’ll tease if you say no I’ll go away for years. Pretty please?

Snakeskins: Dinos, oh nos, how could you learn all that rhyme in just a little time with the line…..noooooooooo… NO fair. No no no. Okay, lets hear one of yours, and keep it short – or keep it tall, but remember that I like the ones that go on and on, after all I’m SNAKES, and I am the HYPNOSIS one.

Dinare: You’re saying SNAKES? Just cause I did, or is that a brutal faux pas?

Snakeskins: brutal. Here on my heart. BRUUUUUtal. Like a brute. To- tal.

Dinare: Ok Snakes, I mean its only fair that…

Snakeskins: yes, yes, yes, yes ,yes

Dinare: yes it is, it is only fair that now since you gave me one of your lines, that I should give you one of mine, but Snakes, here’s the question…

Snakeskins: the question?

DInare: do you want it composed BEFORE or AFTER this visit, right here?

Snakeskins: Are those your things at LOUNGE 3. Oh the hurt- heart acccche of it all. How I Wish…

Dinare: (laughing)

Snakeskins: Dinos, ok – how about a fresh composition, but remember let it be assaulting. (closes his eyes) And remember I’m listening and praying, listening and praying, as you’re talking.

Dinare: Snakes,

Snakeskins: Yes, Dinare?

Dinare: Snakes

Snakeskins: Yes, Dinare?

DInare: Snakes

Snakeskins: yes, Dinare?

Dinare: Snakes

Snakeskins: Yes, Dinare?

Dinare: Snakes?

Snakeskins: yes DInare?

Dinare: Snakes?

Snakeskins: Yes, DInare?

DInare: Snakes Snakes snakes snakes snakes snakes snakes

Snakeskins: Yes DInare? (IS this how it is, at LOUNGE THREE? The codes…and stuff…)

Dinare: Snakes

Snakeskins: Yes Dino

Dinare: Okay here it is

Snakeskins: Shoot.

Dinare: How about…

Snakeskins: How about

Dinare: How about

Snakeskins: how about

Dinare: How about some whisky and fried rice, over there at a high price, but remember that I can’t fly kites - unless

Snakeskins: unless?

Dinare: Unless the kites that I fly are ice, ice, ice.

Snakeskins: Is that all?

DInare: yes.

Snakeskins: and the rebuttle?

Dinare: okay, you are ready?

Snakeskins: Yes, DInare.

DInare: The rebuttle is…

Snakeskins: yes, Dinare?

DInare: The rebuttle is…

Snakeskins: Yes, Dinare…

DInare: There is no doubt in my mind that you are Out…but there IS no DOUBT, that you are OUT, in the sense that without an uncouth gentlemen in our midst we’d never find our way…

Snakeskins: That’s perrrrrrrrrfect Dinare.

Dinare: Thanks Snakes.

Snakeskins: so what are we doing here, at KAbir’s palace and café?

Dinare: I suppose ….waiting for him

Snakeskins: Without doubt, you have a point, you are not out – ha!

Dinare: Yes you GOT it.

Snakeskins: Snakes?

Dinare: Yes Snakeskins.

Snakeskins: Oh my, what is this? This paper right here

Dinare: Yes, it does point to it

Snakeskin: What, Dinare?

DInare: The Lamp, Snakeskins

Snakeskins: YES, DInare – well, oh my, it DOES TOO

DInare: Thanks Mr. Rogers

Snakeskins: Wait, sugartonics, there is something else to it. Its red-marked. Singled out. Passages, in Kabir’s own handwriting.

Dinare: Well, why on earth call the both of us to his apartment, and then disappear?

Snakeskins: I don’t know. It makes no sense. It seems to have no purpose. EXCEPT – EXCEPT this paper right here, Rogerkins.

Dinare: Yes Snakeskins.

Snakeskins: So Dinare,

Dinare: Yes, Snakeskins

Snakeskins: So DInare, do you think it’s a special message for the two of us then? Like a fatalistic one from Kabir?

Dinare: Yes, Snakeskins.

Snakeskins: It means he wants us to read this, IN HIS ABSENCE, and he wants the both of us to read TOGETHER, but of course me FIRST and then you.

Dinare: OF course, Snakeskins.

Snakeskins: It reads

Dinare: You can read it, then I’ll take a look. Go ahead. No worries.

Snakeskins: OK. That was THE PLAN ON KABIR’S MIND AS WELL

Dinare: Yes, ofcourse, Snakeskins. (looks at her watch)

Snakeskins: Dinare

Dinare: Yes?

Snakeskins: Ok I am reading - NO INTERRUPTIONS!

Dinare: I won’t interrupt – but read it, so I can also read what Kabir has to say now, and then leave, I have to run some errands.

Snakeskins: Dinare – there is no such thing as an errand, only real work. Tell me what you are up to, tell me everything.

Dinare: You can come over if you want – you and your people have threatened it several times now.

Snakeskins: Oh come on Dinare – just a little scare never did any Tom or Mary any harm.

Dinare: yes ofcourse Snakeskins.

Snakeskins: Ok – so should Sugar Daddy read it out aloud for you Dinos?

Dinare: yes ofcourse, Snakeskins

Snakeskins: Well it goes like this

DInare: Yes Snakeskins

Snakeskins: wait let me finish

Dinare: Ok Snakeskins

SNakeskins: Ok you can also read, IF you come here…

Dinare: Okay Snakeskins

Snakeskins: NO – No need. Stay where you are. I’m going to read first.

Dinare: Ok Snakeskins

Snakeskins: There is no such thing as okay. So NO SNAKESKINS - like you used to back in your day.

Dinare: NO SNAKESKINS

SNakeskins: Comon Dinare, do it, for old times sake

Dinare: NO SNAKESKINS

SNakeskins: Comon Dinare, do it for old times sakes, three times more, and then take a turn.

Dinare: NO SNAKESKINS

NO SNAKESKINS

NO SNAKESKINS (Takes a turn)

Snakeskins: Okay, well reading it, allow me to finish, and then you you you don’t have to take a turn, we’ll just tell him we both have read it.

Dinare: But Snakeskins, I would have to know what it is, before he comes in to this scenario.

Snakeskins: Scenario – where’d you pick that up from?

Dinare: Jesus, Snakeskins

Snakeskins: don’t invoke Jesus, now.

Dinare: It was lingual, it means no franca

Snakeskins: CUT THE CRAP DINARE

Dinare: OK SNAKESKINS

Snakeskins: CUT THE CRAP DINARE

DInare: OK SNAKESKINS

Snakeskins: Ok, that will be all. Allow me to finish, I AM reading as we are continuing this debate.

Dinare: OK SNAKESKINS

Snakeskins: Ok well, then I’ll just do a synopsis reading of it, I mean….What I mean is…I’ll just read out the main points to you

Dinare: But I would have liked to know what he had in mind, and perhaps I can take a look?

Snakeskins: No way, DInare. Totally out of the question.

Dinare: Snakeskins, be reasonable

Snakeskins: Reason? There is no such thing.

Dinare: Is that how it is, over at your club?

Snakeskins: Club? Civil of you to call it CLUB. We call ourselves Hijras…

Dinare: That’s derogatory

Snakeskins: the thing is, the true thing is Dinare, that you’ll never understand at YOUR CLUB what it means like to be at OUR CLUB. Another one of our codes is HONA LULU, now decipher that.

Dinare: Snakeskins, you do things derogatory on PURPOSE?

Snakeskins: You just don’t know how it is to be me, Dinare, you’re too caught up in your own channels.

Dinare: But SNakeskins, why curse yourself?

SNakeskins: you’ll never understand. Ha! You just don’t see. I do. Only we do.

Dinare: Oh come on Snakes.

Snakeskins: Ok let me finish I’ll tell you what it is, then I have to hash out of here, BUT after you – so I’m sure you don’t read his fancy hand-writing.

Dinare: Ok Snakums.

Snakeskins: Catcus Backtus look whose Jacked us

Dinare: (Laughing)

Snakeskins: Ok Dinos, he says the following:

“Please DInare and Snakeskins, call it and cash it a truce

Because you know that its all no use

The way its out of shoes

When we got no clues

On how it used to be

When it rained

Now it pours

But over and over again

I’m on all fours – I AM THE CAT OKAY?

That’s that – okay

Don’t let a FACTS ARE US, GET US

Cause we’re beyond that CACTUS,

We have seen THE DESERT

AND NOW WE ARE THROUGH

So lets call it truce,

Cause its no USE

ITS JUST NO USE.”

And after that Miss Dinare, there is a fancy hand signature, which is NOT yours….and which is NOT mine…well fancy that…its TANVIR’S!

Running off now, I have too much work to do, errands I have to run – I’ll catch you later Princess D.

Dinare: Sure, strange encrypted writing, can’t I take a look – please?

Snakeskins: No Dinare, absolutely not.

Dinare: Please Snakeskins? Well okay….I’m leaving, shut off that lamp before you leave, BYE.

Snakeskins: Waiting, till you leave.



ACT 7 – FINAL ACT. “AT KABIR’S LOUNGE.”

(Kabir, Dinare, Snakeskins,Farnel, Tanvir, Osman, Futorologist are all in Kabir’s Lounge. There is a party. Expected guests are: Karim, Shabbo, Samina, Nero)

Kabir: Its only at the final moments that it all ever made any sense….and as difficult as it is to explain I’m going to try to explain, notice that the SYMBOLISTS, look back to see who they are, who they become and they were a BIG movement of the 1920s or so…

Tanvir: Well, now that IS interesting Kabir, so were the Prometheans in the 1910s….

Kabir: yes, so are all movements, and what we want to suggest is….Tanvir and I….

Dinare: do go on

Kabir: Well that, Dinare….no matter what you say, you guys just don’t take yourselves seriously enough, it does not suffice with POETS, you are LYRICISTS

Dinare: you know back in college they used to say it the other way round

Kabir: I understand that Dinare

Dinare: I see. So you are saying we have a movement…and…

Snakeskins: AH…I get it all hashskins, you’re saying we have a movement and its called LOUNGES, right?

Kabir: You read my mind

Snakeskins: Well actually I do

Farnel: Well actually, he does.

Dinare: No wonder…it all suddenly makes ringing sense – he’s a HYPNOTIST?

Futorologist: Shucks, DInare, you never knew?

Dinare: Actually NO – Futurologist I never knew.

Farnel: Too bad, tushkins.

Dinare: (laughing)

Kabir: Yes, my suggestion was – that we have the same university, and I know some of us called it college back in the day, but the university went through transitions and we should support THE NEW.

Osman: Of course, Of course, we should. Mukarrar.

Kabir: its just those things we were discussing – and most of all, I was out of my RAW MIND, when I even suggested it. LETS JUST CALL IT OFF.

Dinare: Jesus Kabir, what happened?

Snakeskins: yes actually we don’t understand at all, what on earth happened? GOSH

Farnel: What happened Kabir?

Tanvir: What on earth happened hotchskotch?

Kabir: No it was NOTHING.

Dinare: What is it Kb

Kabir: you didn’t even READ it, Dinare?

Dinare: Snakeskins didn’t allow me to

Kabir: I see

Dinare: Its true

Kabir: you couldn’t ask him to let you? Or snatch the papers?

Dinare: No I couldn’t. You don’t understand Kabir, how it is here. You’ve been away too long.

Kabir: so how it is here, no one can read something I give them, if Snakeskins doesn’t allow it? And you all accepted ‘the code’ of it, or something? You guys are still at university, wait let me ask him…

Farnel: It’s not like that Kabir. It’s not that simple.

Kabir: What do you mean Far- nel?

Farnel: Well simply that – Snakeskins rules the world. Its how he says it is. That’s all there is to is. Dinare can’t insist, also.

Kabir: Farnel, I’m imagining all this? Is this staged? This is a joke right? What are you people talking about?

Osman: he has brotherhoods, the keys, he can get us all killed, or our best friends kicked off of the face of the universe, if he so wants.

Kabir: And you guys are telling me now…no wait….I protest …you are lying….this is not true. (laughs) ok ok…so I had a crazy idea…and you’re telling me how crazy it was…right?

Osman: right…by making you feel that ‘here’s a crazy idea’ – that Snakeskins rules the planet, everything in it, right Kabir – so you have no idea?

Snakeskins: Osman, you ARE interfering, I don’t intrude on your LOUNGE. Do I?

Osman: Yes our home – sure you don’t.

Snakeskins: I have never – not uninvited. Say “never un-invited.”

Osman: Never un-invited.

Kabir: I just didn’t hear that? Snakes? Whats up with all this, you guys are having some fights that I haven’t heard of ?

Snakeskins: Look Kabirs, just tell me your grand idea and its finale, and then I’ll clue you in on all you are missing out on.

Kabir: my big idea….oh you mean….about the Lounges?

Snakeskins: yes? I’m listening? I’m keen on all your interests Kabir…don’t let them hoodwink you about me, I’ll tell you and you’ll understand, you’ll understand everything Kbs. EVERY THING.

Kabir: Right Snakes, so the other day, Dinare WAS not in good shape, I just thought she had no time to meet an old friend any more?

Snakeskins: Yes – she calls them her ‘energy fuck-ups’ – don’t worry two hoots about it, I’ll clue you in, everything – now, Lounges?

Kabir: Snakeskins

Snakeskins: Yes Kabir?

Kabir: No I mean, the idea was….that since all of us belong to different factions of the university…

Snakeskins: St. Collins, yes?

Kabir: Right…

Snakeskins: so what should we do?

Kabir: Well, I was thinking, that since we belong to different DEPARTMENTS only, and its been what TEN years since we all parted with University grounds, and we go back so long…so my suggestion was…

Snakeskins: YES KABIR? I’m ALL EARS

Kabir: well, I thought

Snakeskins: YES KABIR?

Kabir: that…well…we could all just call it quits….and start to call ALL OF US…LOUNGES….and it would be cool, I can introduce you all back at where I am…

Snakeskins: Ireland?

Osman: Kabir – Ireland is the only country that hasn’t given in, yet. It will crash. It is near.

Kabir: What Osman?

Snakeskins: Osman, lets you and me, talk a little okay? Please step this way

(Snakeskins and Osman exit the stage, and only their voices are heard)

Snakeskins: what did you just tell him?

Osman: I’m sorry – I shouldn’t have.

SNakeskins: THAT”S RIGHT – YOU SHOULDN”T HAVE!

Osman: Snakeskins, listen…the only thing is…that he seems to….

Snakeskins: seems to?

Osman: well, he seems to have NO IDEA on what we are talking about….I just blurted it out – my bad. I won’t do it next time – sorry, Dada it.

Snakeskins: allright Osman, I’ll Dada it – but WHO DOES DADA BELONG TO?

Osman: to you, Snakeskins, I would never doubt it. Just Dada it.

Snakeskins: ok Osman – then I will.

(Snakeskins and Osman, enter the stage again.)

Snakeskins: Okay Kabir, we are all good friends now again.

Kabir: I see?

Snakeskins: and remember Kabir, that after I’ve heard this LOUNGES tale, I MIGHT take it seriously also.

Kabir: but snakeskins, it’s a plan for ALL of us, and I never thought it would be just for one of us – that would be – breaking the code, right?

Snakeskins: So Kabir, tell us all, how it is, in Ireland and all.

Kabir: nothing like here. I feel homesick every weekend. I get drunk. Miss you all. Miss college. I still call it college, when I’m drunk – even though its world over that COLLINS is University, and all that, isn’t that funny…

Tanvir: It is Kabir, It is funny.

Snakeskins: yes of course.

Dinare: yes Kabir, it is funny.

Farnels: It is funny, Kabir.

Kabir: It is funny, Kabir.

(There is a silence on the stage. It lasts for about 50 seconds. Music plays.)

Snakeskins: I don’t get it, what’s so funny?

Kabir: Nothing – that you just didn’t get it.

Snakeskins: I GOT it.

Kabir: no Snakums

DInare: no Snakums

Snakeskins: Ok you two, cut out the crap. Tell me about Lounges – I just might like it.

Kabir: (in a monotone, robotic tone) Well the idea is….

Snakeskins: yes Kabir?

Kabir: (In a monotone, robotic tone) …that though we all segregated…our life paths, and before that all the years of college rivalry, that now ten years plus in our thirties, we’d hit truce, and start a new culture for our peers, and our juniors over at Collins. Cut a new look, start a new thing.

Snakeskins: Well, I’ve heard it – and it’s out of the question.

Kabir: But Snakeskins, think about it…

Snakeskins: ok thinking. (gestures to his head)

Kabir: ok waiting.

Snakeskins: but if this LOUNGES were to happen…..

Kabir: yes Snakeskins?

Snakeskins: then we all are to be friends, us all, sworn enemies, the separations – now where’s the fun in that? Don’t be goody two shoes, Kabir. Grow up.

Kabir: Right, its not grown up of me, to suggest that we break apart all this confusion, that’s lasted and lasted?

Snakeskins: that’s right – its immature.

Kabir: What’s mature, Snakeskins?

Snakeskins: well, DInare is mature

Kabir: And if not that?

SNakeskins: Kabir. Kabir. Kabir. COMPLEXITY is mature.

Farnel: its not that simple Kabir

Kabir: and you have a pimple, Farnel

Snakeskins: (LAUGHTER – That’s a hoot)

Tanvir: (how on earth did he hear that also – oh god, they were listening….)

Tanvir: Kabir…

Snakeskins: Its okay, T.V

Tanvir: yes well now you can also call me T.V

Dinare: T.V! (makes a peace sign)

Karim: T.Vums!

Snakeskins: Cut the crap everyone. Kabir, look – its not possible. I’m sorry.

Kabir: wait….whaa…..? what was all that?

Snakeskins: I spied, that’s all.

Kabir: S P I E D ?

Farnel: It’s the way the brotherhood is run.

Kabir: Brotherhood?

Farnel: yes. Brotherhood. And this way, Kabir?

Snakeskins: wait.

Farnel: yes?

Snakeskins: Let him take off his coat. Should have never left Ireland.

Dinare: It will be okay Kabir, when you’re out – we’ll all be there.

KAbir: yes I too want to go along with this – to see what’s going on. I’ll live?

DInare: yes we all live – no one dies. Don’t worry – I’ve been, it’s tough, but we’ll meet up then, K?

Snakeskins: cut off the love-talk, the boy is mine. This way, please KAbir.

(Men in Black Coats enter, and take off Kabir’s coat, he is wearing a white shirt underneath that clashes with all that black. He follows them, and exits Left.)

Introducing: Sounding: "MY BLACK LANGUAGE" -------"Its a black thing"

meaningless coherence in hypnotic hynsynconia-coniacical
doomsday dialogues, J & Q.

R-J-M

Dada-Ist Poem....introducing Sounding...

sare kor estar inchal mekor allal senol ajekon. Aap se son, antal rekar ge goya feron feral, mokar, senal istal senal coran, kenor. Riyadel

Jenasel abonal mesa-R, tekor, reshaal, hastol meikon RAosaan, reesha, kebor Jedol menor kamast konar, keekor, kaalkaar, hejarestokar. Jedolah.

Rejal, jenjor, jiskor, jimpor, jeeno leko fara, meko sera, kenokaar, haske ro, seenal meba, maba maba achor, rekor, rekor, rekorl. Anei ka sefor. Mekor. Mekor. Heentar, alagona JuneJrelal. Mecostar. Insha, Ensha.

R-J-M

MEIRAJ
R - J - M

BLACK'S MANIFESTO Its my brotherhood, its a black thing refrain, refrain.

NOTE: DADA-IST POEM WRITTEN IN MY OWN CREATED LANGUAGE. I CALL THIS LANGUAGE: "SOUNDING" - IT IS A FIRST DRAFT NAME, SO THAT THE MEANINGS CAN BE RECALLED.

MY LANGUAGE'S NAME IS SARWAREZA.
IT IS SARWAREZM.
IT IS DADA.
MANIFESTOR: THIS LANGUAGE IS MY HEART-BEAT, INTUITION, MY NAME, MY PERSISTENCE & MY SNAKES. IT IS MY POISON. IT IS DEFEAT. IT IS MY WILDFLOWERS. IT IS MEIRAJES. IT IS MY WORK.
IT IS A LINGUIST'S ANALYSIS OF SOUND.
MANIFESTOR RECONSTREKAR: IT IS RECONSTRUCTED JOYCE, IT IS AFTER THE DECON. I LIKE TO SAY I AM GOD. IT IS A BEGGAR. I LIKE TO SLEEP. IT IS A SLEEP.
I LIKE TO SAY I EXIST. IT IS EXISTENTIALIST.
IT IS ANYTHING I WANT IT TO BE. IT SERVES ME. IT IS MOUNTBATEN & MOUNTOLIVE, IT IS MOUNT OF OYARON. IT IS MY LANGUAGE.
IT IS MY STATUS AS A MEDICINE WOMAN, Oyaron Hill. IT IS A SCENE OF A WEDDING, IT IS A SCENE OF A DIVORCE.
IT IS SHIKAST. IT IS WOUNDS ON A WEDDING. IT IS SO DEEP.

So Deep.

Like Infinite Chaos, has anyone been this close to you, Mother?

It is BLACK. AS IS MY BROTHERHOOD, AND MY FATHERHOOD, AND MY PRIESTHOOD. IT IS MY LANGUAGE ON MY LINES. I DEVELOPED IT ON THE TFS.
IN FILMERANAL, IN TRANCE.

IT IS THE RUSSIA OF RAND. IT IS THE R of BRAND, IT IS BAND, hanging out with the brothers. It is lucky ali's latest album WHICH I HAVE NOT HEARD.

I AM A REBEL. IT IS MINE. IT IS SATRIAN. IT IS POETIC. IT IS CALM. IT IS TRANQUIL. IT IS LEAP YEARS CHILD. IT IS NOT 6th APRIL, IT IS SATAN, SATANIC VERSES.

IT IS FATHERED AND SIRED BY SATANIC VERSES - WHICH IS A BOOK. (WHICH I HAVEN'T READ)

Reasons are accrued of QAYENAAT-
And there is the loss of left left left, RIGHT.

Central is the position of the SUN, GALILEO. GALACTIC - DADA.