a play

The story and the characters in this play are fictional
and are not related to any dead or alive person in this world.
In case if you find any similarity it is just a co-incidence;
since we all belong to one small world

Actors: (In Order of Appearance)

Young Kid
Grown Up Kid
Big Boss
Poor Worker
Caretaker

Scene 1:

A morning at an office cafeteria. The TV Screen is on and a Cricket match is going; projected from the overhead LCD projector.Lot of crowd around having coffee. One among them is the Young Kid watching the match. He is excited; clapping for each boundary scored.

Scene 2:

Grown Up Kid comes for a coffee with other grown up kids; sees the Young Kid. He then chats with his colleagues; discuss the sensex fall and goes back.

Scene 3:

Young Kid still watching match on the big screen TV. (Camera panned from behind).

Scene 4:

Grown Up Kid comes again for a coffee with other grown up kids; sees the Young Kid. He then chats with his colleagues; discuss the Pakistan Emergency and goes back.

Scene 5:

Young Kid still watching match on the big screen TV. (Camera panned from left side showing his tense face).

Scene 6:

Grown Up Kid comes for lunch with other grown up kids; sees Young Kid. He then chats with his colleagues; discuss the Nuke Deal and goes back.

Scene 7:

Young Kid still watching match on the big screen TV. (Camera panned from front showing the excitement in his face).

Scene 8:

Grown Up Kid comes for an evening coffee with other grown up kids; sees Young Kid. He then chats
with his colleagues; discuss the Political turmoil in Bengal and goes back.

Scene 9:

Grown Up Kid complains to the Big Boss about Young Kid's TV watching tendencies.

Scene 10

Another day, another Cricket Match. Poor Worker;working late at night; knowing his idol playing in his vintage form decides to watch the match for having a break and feel the vintage idol at his heart. The cafeteria is deserted and the TV is not on.

Poor Worker to Caretaker: "Aap zara TV on karega?"
Caretaker: "Order Hai Sir, TV sirf Ek Ghante hi Dikhane hai; din me."

Poor Worker walks back to his cubicle to fight with the complexities of binary inconsistencies (what the heck; whatever it is) and opens the browser to "read" the shots his idol plays.

THE END