Saturday, October 29, 2011

The Sisyphus, Segismund dilemma of an unscripted write-

A character is never the author who created him.
It is quite likely, however, that an author may be all his characters simultaneously.
-Albert Camus

Imrul wants to make films that leave you shocked
He is Bergman's 'Aus dem Leben der Marionetten' and more
He knows Jonaki loves him but as in his movie
There is always a BUT that spoils everything
As for Jonaki she has Vronsky and Darcy in Imrul
She has read Imrul's sonnets while copying his notes
She finds his talks fascinating
She is about to call him again.
Diganto does not believe in love he finds it absurd
He has Kafka and Kierkegaard and Existentialism filled in himself
He shall write a story that has no script, no central charecter just life
as it is.
Poushali is confused
she thinks she is an intellectual and reads 'The Myth of Sisyphus'
She knows not much, she knows a lot
That 'the absurd is the essential concept and the first truth.'

Diganto is yet to pen a poem but he dreams of being a writer one day
Meanwhile he is looking for inspiration in Poushali's eyes.
Imrul does not want to work in Calcutta he is leaving for Bombay tonight.
Jonaki cannot bear the idea of letting him go.
She has not read a page of her Albert Camus in the last three days.

Imrul wishes Poushali knew how much he desired her.
Imrul has written fourteen sonnets in the last twenty pages
of his Political Sciences notes copy.
Poushali ray finds this city stifling
Her creativity is at stake here.
She wants to be lost in the swelling crowds of BowBajar
She wants to live and breathe and feel alive and be absurd
Jonaki is all love

Diganto smokes his Marlboro and thinks of an idea
that he could create about the idea of life.
Poushali walks by College Street wanting to run away to meaninglessness
Imrul is going to a whore house trying to live his film
Jonaki is contemplating suicide
'Il n'y a qu'un problème philosophique vraiment sérieux: c'est le suicide.'

In Five Years-
Diganto shall be working in Telegraph, Calcutta
covering local news, married to a girl from Garia
still waiting for that one novel he'll pen

Poushali shall be the second wife of Mr. Salil Kanti Mukherjee
and live in West Virginia trying to decipher her life, still

Imrul will become an intense alcoholic
working as an assistant in Bengali main stream cinema
and still desire Poushali

Jonaki will be long gone

and life shall remain as inconclusive and absurd and unscripted as it always was

...While I
I shall know
that Diganto,Poushali,Imrul and Jonaki
none exist
that it is me who creates and dissolves them
that sometimes I pen things just to please me
that they are a state of my own recollections
of a sub-conscious life
that I shall take solace in the ideas of
Camus, Kafka and Brothers Karamazov.

That perhaps even I am a dream of an old man
waiting to wake up
that it is a dream, in a dream, in a dream
that existential dilemma is and shall be
that dreams may have no meanings and scripts
nor would life
neither my stories...

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