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Friday, June 5, 2009

The American

W: Where is the American Consulate here?

American consulate?

W: Yes. I want to make a compliant.

A complaint??

W: Yes. The Indians are torturing me the American

The Indians are torturing the Americans or the Indians are torturing you??

W: The Indians are torturing me. I am an American.

You are an American???

W: Yes.

PAUSE

W: They have made me an Indian since my birth.

So you were born in India right?

W: Yes

Then how can you be an American? Because a person’s nationality depends on where the person is born.

W: I was born here. But I am American by blood.

PAUSE as they STARE at each other.

W: Where is the American council? I should have gone there while I was still in the other town.

You want to file a complaint. What complaint will you file?

W: I will tell them how Indians are treating me. They are conspiring. They are trying to put me in a corner, not let me mingle with society. Indians are cultureless people, the entire family is simply a set up. The wives in families are treated roughly. They are simply used. Marriages are so unnecessary. They should be done away with. What’s the point of them anyways?

Yes you are right. I totally agree with you.

W: Marriages are farcical. Mother-in-law, sister-in-law sister. The Indian culture is a sham. I will tell the Americans. But there are traitors amongst them too.

So what will you do? There are traitors within Americans, within Indians. We should go to the British.

W: The British. Why?

Because both the Americans and the Indians are bad

W: No but I am American. So I will go to them

So you are a Christian?

W: A Christian? Why?

Because most Americans are Christians, and you are an American

W: Not really. They sometimes make me into an Afghan, sometimes American….

Hmmm…so what are you really?

W: I…I don’t know…I am what they make me into

So what are we? What am I?

W: You are also American. Because you are a part of me.

And him? What about him?

W: He is an Indian. But he loves us.

Hmmm. What language are you speaking in? Do they speak this in America?

W: I was made into an Indian the moment I was born, so I know this and not my language. I don’t even know my real name.

Do I also have an American name?

W: Yes you do. Juliet.

So what’s yours? K right?

W: No, not really. I don’t know. They named me W.

STARE

W: You think all this is a story right? But these are facts. The Indian culture has become very meaningless. There is no practicality. They simply use you and then kick you.

But nobody is kicking you. I love you.

W: I am alone. They want me to be alone

How are you alone? I am there, we are all there.

W: you should find out for me, where the America council is. Ok?

Alright. I will do that. What will you do the whole day today?

W: Abuse the Indians. Bloody.

You should finish the work.

W: I will write about the culture, how it is useless.

Here take this pen and paper. Write.

STARTS TO WRITE

There are clothes in the bathroom you will take them right?

W: I will see. *mischievous wink

STARE & PAUSE

Ok I am late. Please take care of yourself. Take a bath, please.

W: I will think about it, let me see. *mischievous wink with gleams in the eyes

Hahaha alright. Bye.


To Be Continued...Again...

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