The Rehabilitation of India Act of India
Written by Monica Mody
Art by Kino
(Act No. # of Existing Time)
An Act to get shot, raped, beaten up, killed, spat upon, locked down, fucked up, remaindered, forgotten, lied to, humiliated, mocked, rejected, broken, bent, bloodied, squalored, trumped, thumped, assaulted, silenced, fired at, butchered, shattered, burnt, blinded, made ill, slapped around, scuffed, thwacked, knuckled, gassed, gutted, weeded, wounded, winded, debilitated, mangled, mulched, forced, violated, abused, abased, debased, papered over, hounded, pummelled, lathed, abandoned, marauded, threatened, harassed, bellicosed, hosed, bagged, grinded, pussed, funked, hashed, smacked, whacked, bombed, ruined, crippled, wrecked, husked, blubbered, isolated, impoverished, demoralized, pushed around, insulted, sleazed, muddled, whitened out, driven out, expelled, excommunicated, ripped apart, razed, censured, censored, spied on, raided, dispossessed, intimidated, murdered, tortured, brutalized, starved, pissed on, humbled, paraded naked, blown up, gunned down, tear-gassed, encountered, shamed, suspected, interrogated, villanized, demonized, intolerated, ganged up on, defrauded, deceived, passed up, passed over, destituted, voided, shortchanged, stunted, pulped, taken advantage of, misrepresented, confused, forsaken, blamed, condemned, punished.
Whereas it is expedient to be this.
Be it enacted.
Cast of Characters
One Eyebrow Blonde
1. ONE EYEBROW BLONDE
Meanwhile, a soundtrack of CLAPS
Untold MONSOONS later—
2. Int. Cubicle Nation ‒ 8 x 5
Or phone booth
One Eyebrow Blonde looks back nervously at the rear-view mirror & PATS his blonde
Note: Since his accident, its veins have been chipping.
3. THE DONOR looks at the cubicle nation
or phone booth
with MOUNTING RANGE
4. Ext. Mountain Stream ‒ Previously
He skips to & fro the mountain stream dozens of times.
5. He TAPS impatiently.
Note: His hair's turned white trying to persuade, or perhaps
from malnutrition & poverty, or perhaps from worrying and
6. SONIA GANDHI'S impassive face.
7. Ext. Proscenium ‒ 8 x 5
Safdar Hashmi's plays are being staged 24 x 7.
8. Tempers are so high they jump right past the checkpost.
9. Ext. The checkpost in burqas ‒ on alert
Fever RAGES like terror on their tongues.
(as they body frisk an unnamed)
The RECLAIMANTS beat their bodies into willful tears. Hot gas bubbles from objects strewn
across the graveyard.
Oo-too! Loo-too! Loo-too!
11. One Eyebrow Blonde listens
A beat or two—
12. The FARCEUR protests. The REPORTER is surprised to hear the boy say that.
Oh, we just pretend her jokes are all outdated.
She doesn't live here anymore.
Note: We pretend her jokes are unfunny.
13. The example she gives fumbles. Is forced to laugh. FORCED LAUGHTER track.
Forced laughter is tracked, and backed against the wall.
Note: The scenery.
Long shadows. Forced to backtrack, the laughter turns blonde.
(like milk frothing)
On soundtrack, TUBA PLAYERS—
14. Ext. Her house ‒ Below
The phone booth trembles, sighs, then turns over.
15. The stone pendant leaches blood. Grows heaver & heavier. She impatiently rubs against it.
O, phone of shadows!
She stops the technology at shadows
Note: Track with a long shot.
Note: It was a long shot.
The news story's halo carries it fleeting
16. The halo's edge skirmish
w/ chewing gum wrappers, foil, empty chip bags
Note: It was only a corner, though.
17. Succession of studios projected on to the screen.
The old school TECHNOPHILE lounges in the best seat, third row from the front, wearing
his safari suit.
18. Final Chapter: Offences
An elephant elegantly leans against the pillar.
An elephant flirtatiously leans against the pillar.
An elephant waves prettily from a passing autorickshaw, serving up your order of
elephants & heatwaves.
I suggest you GOBBLE your oriental feast with the help of your tour guide only
who is laconically brushing his Amitabh Bachchan hair in the rear-view mirror
Kya ishtyle hai.
Strike a pose.
19. The farceur misregards the bare request and becomes a stone in her hand.
Quick to the bone, the dog with the bone-caller catches the bone and adds it to his bone-
collar of respect, of limelight.
The neighborhood heaves a sigh of relief. The desire to do something thankfully passes
over her like a cloud.
Monica Mody is the author of Kala Pani (forthcoming from 1913 Press) and three chapbooks of poetry. Her work has also appeared in Boston Review, Upstairs at Duroc, The The Poetry, Pyrta, Northeast Review, and in The Harper Collins Book of English Poetry, among others. She has an MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Notre Dame and a Bachelor of Laws from the National Law School of India University, and is currently completing a Ph.D. in East-West Psychology in San Francisco.
(Updated May 2013)
Kino is a designer with a degree in Industrial Design from the University of Notre Dame. He has done layout for various published works with SENSEable City Lab . He is a jack-of-all-trades, with a knack for illustration, photography, and graphic design.
(Updated May 2013)