Final Messiah

(The scene opens with a narrow spotlight (may be coloured) on FM. Music is playing in the background (The Doors playing “The End” or “Riders on the storm”. The scene is synced with the music. FM makes slow dance like movements with his dialogue whiich is played ding the instrumental interludes of the song. FM is dressed in an unusual manner bare chested, wearing army-style camouflage pants, maybe a mask. His voice is heavy and drawling-somewhat like Jim Morrison. The whole stage is dark except for the spotlight. The entire sequence has a dreamy moody feel.)

FM: I am…. The one. I am the saviour. The liberator. It was said that in mankind’s hour of darkness He shall arise and lead you forth to the light. I have arrived. The Prince of the Light. Reach out. Hold my hand. I shall guide you to the new dawn. I shall cleanse this mortal sphere of its evils. The dark orders of the old world shall wither away and I will build the New Dawn. Join me…and you shall be saved. Stand in my path and face my vengeance. For I am…..The Final Messiah.

(music continues. Suddenly the doorbell rings. The music stops immediately cutting out of tune. The lights suddenly come back to normal and we see the stage. FM takes off his mask and puts on spectacles, a T-shirt. He looks like a different person- somewhat geeky, cowardly, worrying young man who looks older than his years. His voice also sound different slightly stammering- like Woody Allen’s.

The Stage: It is obvious that this is somebody’s appartment but everything has a spartna air about it. This is a sitting room but completely bare of any decorations or glamour. There is a cheap/foldable central table, with similar plastic, foldable, unmatching wooden chairs which look like the rejects of some institution. Everything has a haphazard air about it with magazines, papers, paper cups and plates strewn about. A radio transistor sits prominently in the centre on a separate table making it look like it is something special.)

(The doorbell rings again impatiently and FM rushes to open it settling his clothes. He opens the door slightly and looks outside. It’s the local grocer.)

Join now!

FM: yes?

G: I’m the grocer….or have you conveniently forgotten me? I’m here for the money.

FM: aren’t we all.

G: (pretending not to here) You have been buying things in credit. You are currently Rs. 458 overdue.

FM: I know. I’m sorry but Im rather busy right now…come back….

G: Busy doing what? Being unemployed? (puts his foot through the dorr suddenly and takes FM by surprise. He quickly steps inside before FM can do anything)

G: I had promised I would not sell you a candy until you cleared your dues but yesterday you came to my shop ...

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