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Brothel #9
Автор: Anusree Roy и Iris Turcott
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Начать чтениеДлина: 108 стр.46 мин
- Издатель:
- Playwrights Canada Press
- Издано:
- May 1, 2012
- ISBN:
- 9781770910430
- Формат:
- Книге
Описание
A deal has been struck between two men in India—twenty-one hundred rupees in exchange for a young village woman named Rekha. Sent to Calcutta without knowing why, Rekha finds herself in the confines of a brothel with Jamuna, a prostitute and madam, who is resigned to her trade. In these conditions, Rekha must shape her destiny and find inner liberty.
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Brothel #9
Автор: Anusree Roy и Iris Turcott
Длина: 108 стр.46 мин
Описание
A deal has been struck between two men in India—twenty-one hundred rupees in exchange for a young village woman named Rekha. Sent to Calcutta without knowing why, Rekha finds herself in the confines of a brothel with Jamuna, a prostitute and madam, who is resigned to her trade. In these conditions, Rekha must shape her destiny and find inner liberty.
- Издатель:
- Playwrights Canada Press
- Издано:
- May 1, 2012
- ISBN:
- 9781770910430
- Формат:
- Книге
Об авторе
Anusree Roy is a Governor General’s Literary Award–nominated writer and actor whose work has premiered internationally. Her plays include Trident Moon, Sultans of the Street, Brothel #9, Roshni, Letters to my Grandma, Little Pretty and The Exceptional, and Pyaasa. Her plays and performances have won her four Dora Mavor Moore Awards along with multiple nominations. She is the recipient of the KM Hunter Artist Award, the RBC Emerging Artist Award, and the Carol Bolt Award, was named as a protégé of the Siminovitch Prize, and was a finalist for the Susan Smith Blackburn Prize. She lives in Toronto.
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Act I
SCENE 1.
A kal Baisakhi storm is brewing. Thunder.
Fish curry is cooking on an Indian-style stove. JAMUNA rushes in to attend her food as a client exits her room.
JAMUNA: Aare aare aare re dhore galo re.[1] It is totally gone burnt. My fish curry is totally going burnt.
She picks up a tomato, smells it and cuts it with the boti, a sharp foot-operated cutting blade with a base, primarily used for cutting vegetables and fish. She adds the tomato to the curry, occasionally stirring.
Ummm… Rui-Macher jhol. Patla patla.[2]
She smells the fish curry. REKHA enters as she waves goodbye to her brother-in-law, who is offstage.
REKHA: (to brother-in-law) Ta-ta.[3] Chinta korona.[4] (to JAMUNA) Umm. Didi.[5] Ashte pari?[6]
JAMUNA: If you are looking for your husband, he is not here. I am cooking not servicing now. I will eat fish now, fish.
REKHA: Na, didi. Aami je eshachie.[7]
JAMUNA: Ke escho? Dkte parchina to chehara ta.[8] Who? (pause) Are you deaf?
REKHA: My name Rekha.
JAMUNA: Who is Rekha?
REKHA: Me. (pause) My name Rekha.
JAMUNA: So, what I will do? Dance with it on my head?
REKHA: Na, didi. I am thinking, can I come in?
JAMUNA: And do what?
REKHA: Just come in and wait.
JAMUNA: Eta waiting korar jaiga na.[9] Don’t think this is park! Come and go, come and go. People come and go. Nobody is here to stay. Nobody is here to wait. Understanding? Ugh! Ki chai taki?[10]
REKHA: Oie je.[11] I am here to see the bulb-factory owner.
JAMUNA: What?
REKHA: Here is factory, no?
My brother-in-law told me to come here and meet factory owner with the moustache.
JAMUNA: Who said that?
REKHA: My brother-in-law.
JAMUNA: Your brother-in-law comes here?
REKHA: No no no. Don’t say that. Why he would work in a bulb factory, he be working for government job, making plastic bag. (beat) There is no job in Chandannagar,[12] where we are from. So he said a bulb factory here in Kolkata would be better for me. (awkward pause) Oh, my brother-in-law says the man with the moustache smokes biri.[13]
JAMUNA: Birbal!
REKHA: You know him?
JAMUNA: He be my husband.
REKHA: Really?
JAMUNA: No.
REKHA: Oh. Um…
JAMUNA: He is not here.
REKHA: Ha. Um. Oie. You see, my brother-in-law just dropped me off here. He told me that I be working from tomorrow so I be having to come here tonight only. Told me to find the Birbal man, I am work in his factory. Said that I would be very good in the making of bulbs. See, I have thin fingers he said.
She shows her fingers. Pause.
JAMUNA: (big realization followed by laughter) Ohhh!!! What you say your name? Rakhi?
REKHA: Rekha. Oie, you know the film star, Rekha? Like her.
JAMUNA: Film star Rekha! Tumi Shai![14] Number three.
REKHA: Mane?[15]
JAMUNA: Number three. Number three.
REKHA: What is number three?
JAMUNA: Room. Yours. (pause) So, it is for you film star Rekha, that I have been having to give my almost new bed mattress for. Gave you my old pillow. One. Don’t think I be giving you new pillow. You bring your own cover. Inside there be a picture of Lord Shiva. Don’t take it down. It was Neeta’s room before. She ran off with that Ghotok. I give them two weeks, then she will be back beaten as before. Oh, hide your money in your bra, that is bank. Or else money will fly.
REKHA: Oh.
JAMUNA: Don’t do Oh oh.
Go to number three.
REKHA: What will I do?
JAMUNA: What?
REKHA: What will I do in my room?
JAMUNA: (sarcastic) Dance? You dance and I will sit here and eat my burnt fish.
REKHA: I can. Na, a little bit of singing.
JAMUNA: Oh, that’s even more lovely. We have a new film star Rekha, who can sing.
Pause.
REKHA: Is there a bathroom here?
JAMUNA: There. Tin door. Cover it when you go in and cover it when you come out. Look, there is water pipe. It is corporation pipe. Ten o’clock, three o’clock and eight o’clock, water comes from that line. If you use the water, you will fill it up again.
REKHA: Aacha.[16]
JAMUNA: Take off your slippers before you step into your room, or the bathroom, or near the Tulsi plant. Every morning, sweep number three. If room be not clean, no money in the bank. (She gestures towards her bra.) Also, outside, walk left there is coloured-water store.
REKHA: What store?
JAMUNA: Coloured water.
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