“What we seek is some kind of compensation for what we put up with.”
Tune into this calm instrumental and hope you enjoy the narrative that follows:
“So, Mr… tell me what’s wrong?”
“What do you mean? There’s nothing wrong. I…”
“Then why are you here?”
“Well… because I have nowhere else to go.”
“Umm, that comes under my definition of something being wrong.”
“I guess you’re right then.”
“So we are at the beginning again. You are here at… 6 o’clock in the morning, at a mental hospital, correct?”
“Wow! It’s six already? Jeez!”
“YES. And you have nowhere else to go, right?”
“That’s what I said. No? Umm… Yes yes!”
“Ok! And so you decided to come here, why exactly?”
“Yeah well, you see… people think I belong here… and I’ve spent so many years fighting them. Telling them that they are the crazy ones… but I’m done fighting. I want to rest now.”
“Okay, that’s really good. I’m glad you’ve came to us. We’ll help you out just fine. But first, I need to ask you a couple of questions…”
“Alright, shoot! If we can speed it up that’d be great. I’ve been travelling all night and I’m tired.”
“No problem, we’ll make you all cozy in a room with a bath tub. And we just need to pull up your records so that we can make your interview quick and easy, alright? What’s your name again?”
But… if I lie then he can’t get my correct records and then I won’t be able to sleep.
Tell him you are Remi D’souza from Calicut.
No! I’m done listening to you. I’ve come to this place already against my own will and I’m not going to cave now.
You can try to fight me all you can, but you know you’ll come back crying. To me.
“My name is Rehan Mascarenhas.”
“Alright Mr. Mascarenhas… sit here and wait for me. I’ll be right back.”
Now, what have you done!
What? I did nothing.
Are you kidding? Now he has your records. He’s going to know everything!
I know. I’m turning myself in. I heard the asylum is better than jail. I’ve already pleaded insane once before… this is no different.
No different? You were twelve the last time something happened. And when you said you were crazy, they just turned their heads and patted you on the back. You were never going to be put away.
Well, I’m a big boy now and this is my choice. So shut up and deal with it.
Rehan, I know you better than anyone; I’m your best friend. So I know what’s best for you. Listen to me, RUN. Run while you can. He’ll be back any minute.
Janus, I can’t…
Yes, you can.
Oh no… he’s coming. What do I do Janus? I’m scared. I don’t think I want to stay here anymore… What was I thinking? They are going to kill me!
Pick up the lamp.
Just do it.
“Mr. Mascarenhas, why are you holding the lamp? Put it back, please…”
He sounds scared.
That’s because he knows everything now, Rehan. Now, hit him. Before he runs.
Don’t hesitate! Do it now and everything will be all better. Like always. NOW!
“Mr. Mascarenhas, please! I have a family, I…”
Janus… did I kill him?
I don’t think so Rehan. Chuck! Now go to the front door and walk out calmly. First we will stop by the nearest McDonald’s and get a Big Mac. Then we’ll have to leave town.
Yes. I’m sorry.
Janus, you are the best friend ever!
I know Rehan. Now let’s go… there’s another place we have to visit.
The next one.
A young man with a turbulent past and a peculiar friend by his side to help him. But does he help? Split between two thoughts, two worlds, two roles… a mind that is on a mission to pay off his debts. Or, his deaths.
© Tanumoy Biswas and The Nomadic Soliloquist 2013. All Rights Reserved.