"Why do you need a play?", they said.
"Its such a waste of time.", they said.
"Either the play or the fund-raiser.", they said.
We smiled and proceeded.
"Why do you need a director?", they said.
"Hall? Why?", they said.
"Do it on campus.", they said.
We smiled and proceeded.
"No whores! No prostitutes!", they said.
"You're a bunch of stubborn donkeys.", they said.
"You and your blessed play.", they said.
We smiled and proceeded.
"We can't have it in the open.", they said.
"People will jump over the wall and create nuisance.", they said.
"Mosquitoes will bite.", they said.
We smiled and proceeded.
"It can't happen over four days!", they said.
"The lights are stuck.", they said.
"You have to arrange the room yourselves.", they said.
We smiled and proceeded.
"Congratulations!", they said.
"We extended our full support.", they said.
"We knew you'd do it well.", they said.
We smiled. For now, we didn't have to proceed.
BaBaOH prevailed.
:)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
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"Brilliant!" I say!
ReplyDelete"Brilliant!" I agree!
ReplyDeleteThats often how the world functions isnt it?
ReplyDeleteGood going though.
haha Patience pays
ReplyDeletewhat was the play about?
well i know this is a really really late reply. but the play was a compilation of six short stories written by south asian women.
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