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of the night, last night.

Renuka: Dora, as my mother fixed my marriage against my wishes, itā€™s I who goaded them to take me away.

Muthyal Rao: Keep quiet, no one called for your sanjaayishi.

Narsimma: Dora, Renu is my betrothed, and my aththa is the spoilsport.

Muthyal Rao: Narsiga, why didnā€™t you approach the panchayat then?

Narsimma: Dora, you know how Papi Reddy Patel takes sides.

Papi Reddy: Narsiga, how dare you accuse a panch?

Yellaiah: Dora, please pardon me and bless the children.

Reddy: Wah Yelliga wah. Blessing the runaways, what a precedent it sets.

Yellaiah: [Bows his head in silence]

Muthyal Rao: Yera Yelliga, why abet your son, donā€™t you know elopement is a crime in Rampur?

Yellaiah: Hahn dora, but Anasuya is the cause of it.

Yadagiri: Hahn dora.

Maisamma: Dora, bless the children and may God bless you.

Muthyal Rao: Maisamma, sadly itā€™s all too late now. Had any of you brought the issue before the panchayat, we wouldā€™ve addressed it suitably.

Narsimma: Is it so dora?

Muthyal Rao: Well, now that the crime is committed, itā€™s the punishment time. What the panch have to say?

Papa Rao: Whatā€™s there to disagree dora.

Papi Reddy: Dora, we might note that Yellaiahā€™s family members are habitual offenders.

Shaukar Suryam: Well, didnā€™t Mallamma attack Papi Reddy Patel in the panchayat itself. If not for that stroke of luck and for lack of a sickle, God knows where he wouldā€™ve been now.

Muthyal Rao: Itā€™s five lashes each to Narsigadu and Yelligadu, and two to Sarakka.

Renuka: Why leave me out dora. Let me also share their fate.

Muthyal Rao: What makes you think youā€™re let off scot-free; your turn would come any way.

[Taking cue from Muthyal Rao, his henchman was about to lash at Narasimma. Even before Narsimma could take the blow, Renuka rushes to him and takes it herself. While other henchman holds Renuka, Narsimma, Yellaiah and Sarakka are whipped as directed.]

Muthyal Rao: As Renuka tried to elope with Narsigadu, the panchayat prohibits her from marrying him.

Papi Reddy: And for having shamed Saailu, she should be his slavish wife.

Renuka: Dora, is not history repeating itself. Donā€™t you see Papi Reddy Patel hijacking the panchayat all again.

[Instinctively Papi Reddy gets into a protective posture.]

Narsimma: And yet dora says we shouldā€™ve approached the panchayat.

Anasuya: See his audacity dora. Iā€™m afraid he may frisk her away before the wedding.

Muthyal Rao: When is that?

Anasuya: Itā€™s day after tomorrow dora.

Muthyal Rao: Then, till Renukaā€™s marriage is performed, Yelligadu and his children may be confined in the banduldoddi.

Rami Reddy: Dora, with strayed cattle for company?

Muthyal Rao: So be it Patwari. Wonā€™t that serve as a lesson for the others?

[Exit: Yellaiah, Narsimma and Sarakka led away by the henchmen.]

Maisamma: [As she exits.] Oh, if only Mallamma were alive.

Shaukar Suryam: We wouldā€™ve kept round the clock vigil at our well. What do you say dora?

Muthyal Rao [Frowns]: Go jump yourself.

Papi Reddy: Why so dora, hasnā€™t he got better things on his hands?

Rami Reddy: Better we focus on Narsimma for hurt cuts both ways.

[Curtains down.]

 

Scene - 7 

[Curtains up: Narsimma is at the reading table in his room in the Scheduled Castes -Scheduled Tribes Hostel. Enter: Srisailam, his friend and fellow inmate.]

Srisailam: Hi, howā€™re you still here?

Narsimma: [Doesnā€™t respond.]

Srisailam: Donā€™t you know Madanna is expected?

Narsimma: Is it in tow with Charu Majumdar and Kanu Sanyal or what?

Srisailam: Itā€™s no joking matter you know, the Peopleā€™s War Group.

Narsimma: What else is it? Donā€™t they think bashing up the peddollu is going to solve our problems? And they call it revolutionary opposition, my foot. Let them go to hell with their naxalism, and better we mind our studies.

Srisailam: All said and done, is he not your langotiyaar?

Narsimma: If not why did I put up with that Majumdarā€™s 'Historic Eight Documentsā€™ for so long?

Srisailam: I donā€™t know why youā€™re so cut up with him.

Narsimma: Why should I not be? You know he is of IAS stuff. Oh, how I did my best to convince him that as a District Collector he could have made a difference to the downtrodden. Besides, wonā€™t a bright dalit boost the morale of our folks? If only you knew how I begged him not to put all that on the naxal line. But he spoiled it all for him and for us as well. Hasnā€™t he become a fugitive already?

Srisailam: So be it. Heā€™s already the darling of the downtrodden and a high-up in the PWG .

Narsimma: Why forget even a dalam bears his name? And he wants me as his deputy. Itā€™s as if heā€™s making me the Vice-President of the nation.

Srisailam: Iā€™m sure youā€™ve declined to pursue your god-damn studies.

Narsimma: You leave me to my studious fate and tell me why youā€™re eager to join the gang.

Srisailam: Why, do you feel weā€™re not oppressed enough to be aggressive?

Narsimma: If a few of us bash up a few of them, do you believe that would end our ordeals?

Srisailam: It may not be the end but surely it would be the beginning of the end.

Narsimma: Why, your revolutionary opposition is sure to invite their retaliatory repression. Wonā€™t the cycle of violence stymie our struggle?

Srisailam: So whatā€™s your prescription to our ailment? Bear it all through life waiting for death to end it.

Narsimma: Why, didnā€™t Baba Saheb pave the path for dalit progress through education? Maybe, the journey is long, arduous even, but it surely gets us there. But these Charus and Kanus are leading us astray. Iā€™m convinced about it.

Srisailam: No denying Ambedkar Marg leads us to the dalit country. But we need Majumdarā€™s musketeers and Sanyalā€™s sepoys to guard our convoys, donā€™t we?

Narsimma: Maybe, but what about the oppressors from our own ranks?

Srisailam: What a weird thought it is, oppressors among the oppressed.

[Enter: Madanna on the run.]

Narsimma to Madanna: You know Iā€™m not a game for it.

Madanna: Oh, you shut up, and find a way out for me. Iā€™m on the run now.

[Exit: Narsimma even as Madanna gets under the cot.]

Srisailam: I too want to serve the cause anna.

Madanna: Well, Narsimma would lead you to my hideout. Letā€™s meet tomorrow if Iā€™m not nabbed now.

[Enter: Narsimma, and lets Madanna slip away from the window.]

Srisailam: After this can you miss the heroism in naxalism.

Narsimma: Oh, what a rendezvous it was with your idol.

Srisailam: And he showed me the green light.

Narsimma: He himself being on the run that is. Well, who am I to stop you, any way?

Srisailam: Show me the way then.

[Even as Narsimma whispers into Srisailamā€™s ear, there is a knock on the door. And Narsimma opens it. Enter: Two Police Constables and they search the place]

Police Constable (1) to Narsimma: Where is Madanna?

Narsimma: Constable Saab, he left the hostel long ago.

Police Constable (1): Where is he is now?

Narsimma: Saab, Iā€™ve lost touch with him

Police Constable (2) [Pushing Narsimma.]: Chal beta, once in the lockup, surely you would sing a different tune.

Police Constable (1) [Pushing Srisailam]: Chal, tum bhi chal.

[Exit: Police Constables with Narsimma and Srisailam. Curtains down.]

  

Scene ā€“ 8 

[Curtains up: Badly bruised Narsimma and Srisailam lodged in the Police Lockup.]

Srisailam: Though I was sure you wouldnā€™t, I was worried that I might spill the beans. Maybe, itā€™s the confidence that you wonā€™t let out that let me hold out. Oh, how these bastards beat us to pulp.

Narsimma: Oppressors among the oppressed, is it still a weird thought?

Srisailam: Not any more, but do tell me whom you had in mind before my eyes were opened by these brutish cops.

Narsimma: I didnā€™t tell you what my aunt did to her own daughter. Oh how she got her daughter married to a pimp of her brother. God knows how my poor Renu is putting up with that Saailu. Hope his last threads of decency hold him from pimping for his own wife.

Srisailam: Oh, how sad. Canā€™t I understand your hurt at losing your sweetheart?

Narsimma: And to add insult to injury was that banduldoddi. I didnā€™t tell you about it either. How our family was hauled up there for three days. Now this lockup has only opened my old wounds. Oh, how sickening it feels.

[Optional - Projecting a pre-shot movie clip showing Yellaiah, Narsimma and Sarakka in the banduldoddi with cattle for company.]

Srisailam: Agreed that your aunt is an oppressor herself though from the oppressed lot. But delve deeper and you see the source of her callousness is her closeness with her own oppressors. If we eradicate the poison that is feudalism, then that would defang our own snakes in the grass.

Narsimma: Maybe what you say could be true. But how would you explain the brutality of the men of our ilk simply because they don the police uniform?

Srisailam: Isnā€™t it a good reason for you to strengthen Madannaā€™s hands?

Narsimma: As I told you, I donā€™t do anything that spoils my studies, more so as Iā€™ve lost my Renu. But when they call me ā€˜Narsigaā€™, I feel like cutting their tongues for that.

Srisailam: You need a knife for that, donā€™t you? Let not the silly degree hold you in bettering the dalit lot of as a whole. Seize the moment and be Madannaā€™s deputy.

Narsimma: You may demean the peddollu with a gun but that wonā€™t make you dignified either. Itā€™s by being well educated that we force them to give us our due, though grudgingly in the beginning.

Srisailam: Sure you score. But the other side of the dalit coin bears Majumdarā€™s facsimile.

Narsimma: Well can we call both heads and tails at the same time. Maybe, for the dalit good, we need some brainstorming and a little arm-twisting as well. But the question is one of division of roles. If not my temperament, surely my circumstance, rules out any revolutionary role for me.

Srisailam: Well said. Let some of us pick up guns while others stick to their studies. Seems we need them both to uplift our folks. Be glued to your books as I arm myself. Know this lockup has only steeled my resolve for revolutionary opposition.

Narsimma: Honestly, Iā€™m no less bitter about the cops. Maybe, a little maalish at some joint might soothe our bodies if not our souls.

Srisailam: That is, if they donā€™t have more of an interrogation. Well, wonā€™t that earn them more of our ill-will?

Narsimma: Weā€™ll know right now. Donā€™t you see that cop coming to us?

[Enter: Police Constable (1) and opens the lockup.]

Police Constable (1): Itā€™s over for now, but mind you; weā€™ll keep an eye on you.

[Narsimma and Srisailam come out of the lockup.]

Srisailam: Hope, a homely dasara would lighten this a little.

Narsimma: Having gone through hell, why not weā€™ve some fun at our place.

Srisailam: I wouldā€™ve loved to, but you know where my heart is pushing me to.

Narsimma: Well, letā€™s see how long I can hold out at this rate.

[Exit: Narsimma and Srisailam. Curtains down.]

 

Scene ā€“ 9 

[Curtains up: Papa Rao Patel with the dayā€™s daily on the dais of scenes ā€“ 4 & 6.]

[Enter: Shaukar Suryam.]

Papa Rao: Aayiye Shaukar Saab

Shaukar Suryam: Patel garu, I thought I was late.

Papa Rao: Well isnā€™t that the privilege of our dora, not of the patels and the patwaris. Lo, here he comes.

[Enter: Muthyal Rao.]

Muthyal Rao: Whatā€™s the news Papa Rao Patel?

Papa Rao: Dora, itā€™s all about annalu and their atrocities.

Shaukar Suryam: Oh, how difficult theyā€™re making life for us these days. You know my brother-in-law in Burugupadu, they told him to move out or else. It seems they donā€™t want moneylenders any more.

Muthyal Rao: What is their dora doing there, hatching eggs?

Shaukar Suryam: Whatever it is, heā€™s shifting to Nizamabad.

Muthyal Rao: When lions are on the run, itā€™s the rabbits that chase them, donā€™t they?

Shaukar Suryam: When in dilemma one should go by our proverbs dora. Isnā€™t it said that itā€™s better to kick around than kicking the bucket.

Papa Rao: Thanks to dora, our ilaaka is out of their bounds, at least for now.

Muthyal Rao: Where have Rami Reddy Patwari and Papi Reddy Patel gone?

Papa Rao: They went to Warangal dora.

Muthyal Rao: Why, to spy on their keeps. [He laughs heartily.]

Papa Rao: Thatā€™s the problem with keeping a woman dora, one has to keep an eye on her forever.

Shaukar Suryam: Our dora has to

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