MONOLOGUES DRAMATIC

GANDHI (LINDIADE)
What do you want from Gandhi? An autograph? A photo? My darshan? You
dont listen to me, no one listens to me, but you want to look at me? Do not
look at me! And listen! I will not pray with you today, I will cry: God! Where is
God! I seek God and I do not find him. And you? You have nauseated him.
What terrible work you give him to do! Every day, clean the cities, the
stations, the trains, and the streets you have dirtied and smeared with blood.
The launderer of your hands and feet, the sweeper of your countless sins
see what God has become!
And you come to look at me? For what? You should be in Karol Bagh or
Nizamuddin or Banghi Colony now, the quarters in tatters and tears. There
is no water therethey die of thirst, of terror, of cholera. You, hearts of
stone and sand, dried up sources, dead birds, destroyers of human
beings. I do not bless you. Go on, stop looking at me like you would eat
me! And look at yourselves. Take a mirror and look into your hearts. Look
how pale and dirty they are! What a villainous spectacle! A garden
overgrown with nettles. A street blockaded by filth! Go on! I advise you to
clean all of this up.
I speak to you, because you are before me. But next week, I will seek the
Pakistani God and I am sure that I will find him just as unhappy and
humiliated as in Delhi.