Story of my One-Act-Play under the same caption)
and Prem are the twin sons of a business magnate Prakash. Jagan grows up to be a
prodigy while Prem only as his loving brother and imitator. He never misses
imitating whatever Jagan does.
invariably always tops the list of successful candidates in classes including
higher public examinations till he completes his post-graduate course. Prem too
passes the post- graduate course in science subject but invariably with marginal
marks. After weighing the pros and cons of the achievements of his twin sons,
Prakash has made up his mind to see Jagan start doing research work in any field
of science of his choice, for he is sure of Jagan's ability to make his mark
anywhere especially in the academic field. And for Prem, he has chosen the post
of general managership of the vast business he has so ably established.
the other hand, their mother Preeti, finds it hard to reconcile with the
objective of her husband Prakash's sagacious decision taken for the betterment
and prosperity of their twin sons. For, her comparatively longer contact with
her children has led her to the belief that Jagan and Prem were inseparable. So,
she feels it desirable to let them continue working together in the field of
their choice as usual.
The issue becomes contentious and
controversial as continued bed-room discussion between husband and wife go on
endlessly night after night. Naturally heat is generated at times during the
course of these discussions. So, voices are raised during such periods on both
sides. The twins sleeping in the adjacent room generally cannot escape
overhearing the loud words spoken by them. They too spend sleepless nights in
weaving these over-heard tit-bits into complete sentences and paragraphs. This
leads them to fully understand the working of the minds of their parents about
their future course of action. They in-turn discuss their own future and the
line of action to be adopted. They decide to stick to their guns and do whatever
they feel is good for them together. Days pass by and weeks lapse into the past.
One day the family feels relaxed at tea-time in their usual free talk. This
grows into free joking, riddles and dancing chagrin.
Handing over the telegram to her, he
holds back the other telegram and waits to receive a reward. The sister is
overjoyed and becomes hilarious. She jumps and shouts, "Hurrah my brother,
Jagan has passed his post graduate examination with flying colors. He has broken
all the university records." She rushes to Jagan and embraces him shouting,
"Good luck my brother." The joy of the family knows no bounds. They
jump and dance and surround Jagan with greeting words in chorus. In this melee
they lose sight of Prem who sits sullen and silent bemoaning his fate for he has
failed in the exams.
There is knocking at the door which
remains unheard due to the merriments inside. This knocking grows louder. One of
the sisters somehow hears the knocking, rises up shouting, "Who is there
knocking at the door?" Sister opens the door only to be congratulated by
the postman saying that, "Here is the telegram saying that Jagan has topped
the list of successful candidates in the post-graduate examination. He has
broken all the up to date records."
In utter frustration like a roaring
lion, he rises up shouting. "Make merry mother, make merry. Make merry as
much as you can for your son, Jagan has beaten the university records. Make
merry and let me go to hell." so saying he rushes to a secluded corner of
the drawing room, sinks and swoons as he falls on the floor. Seeing this Jagan,
his twin brother, pushing aside the revelers, rushes to bring round his brother,
and nurse him in this unconscious state. His mother and the whole family follow
him and are able to bring him back to consciousness.
The post-man, seeing the consequences
of his withholding the second telegram have caused trembles, shouts, "Here
is the second telegram, sister saying that Prem too has secured marginal marks
for success." The sister rushes to him, snatches the telegram and joyfully
runs in to declare Prem’s success. Mother and Jagan both are able to console
Prem and assure him that his and Jagan's intimate company will not be interfered
Prakash too is made to endorse his
wife's assurance to himself. "Let me bring a test tube, collect the tears
and find their composition as Jagan did before." He goes to the laboratory
and comes back with a test tube, collects the tears and keeps it safely aside.
Mourning cries, weeping, wailing, and breast-beating go on endlessly.
The nearby rill flows down roaring
but Prakash feels that his plans are shattered and his ambitions for the
betterment of Jagan, prosperity of Prem, progress of well established business
and the integrity of the family have received a severe jolt. His shock is too
deep for him to come out of it.
Once when Jagan and Prem are busy
working in laboratory they hear painful panicky cries of
'Fire … Fire … Help … Ho …
Help … Help … Help … Help … Help. He
…. Burning dying Help Help".
Looking through the window they find
the neighboring house ablaze. They rush out to help. Jagan holding the test tube
in his hand. They go in to help bring out the victim trapped inside. They bring
out the inmates one by one. Tears rolling down the cheeks of one of the victims
in the suffocating smoke flow down and get collected in Jagan’s test tube. In
the meanwhile, helps from all sides, fire-brigade and red cross overtake the
charge. Jagan and Prem return to their laboratory. Jagan analyses the tears and
tabulates the composition.
In course of time one day, Prakash
sinks down and meets the end of his life. He dies of heart failure when Jagan
and Prem are away working in their laboratory, just at a stone's throw from the
house, while they are busy at work, Jagan somehow hears the weeping, wailing and
mourning cries emanating from their home. They rush back home in panic.
While nursing their mother, Prem sees
big drops of tears of grief roll down the cheeks of his mother. He says to
himself,” Let me bring a test tube, collect the tears and find their
composition as Jagan did before.”
He goes to the laboratory and comes
back with a test tube, collects the tears and keeps it safely aside. Mourning
cries, weeping, wailing and breast beating
In abject helplessness and grief,
Jagan and Prem sit in a corner weeping and wailing. During the course of heavy
sobs and weeping they burst out into a pathetic song of helplessness and
To The Moon
Come by the mountain side,
thy silvery colors,
come and lead me up to the top,
thy shining face.
desperate, so lonely am I,
this fearful site,
I so badly need your light,
such a frightful sight.
Foot Notes :-
i. Twin scientists is the background
story of my one act play with the same caption. This play was staged in the
C.M.S. Tyndale Biscoe school (the Hadoo School) in aid of world war second,
nineteen hundred forty four along with Principal KWS Jardine's play "The
tower that touched the sky." A sum of Rs. 400/- raised in one show was paid
to the Indian red cross. Needless to point out that a full cinema hall could be
booked for half that amount those days for a similar show.
ii. The Hindi version of this play
formed one chapter of my book “vaigyanic abhinai” published by T.C.E.
Journals and publications Ltd. Lucknow in 1948-49 and the original English
version formed the concluding chapter entitled "Whither Education" in
1962, published by Mahanoor Publication Srinagar.
iii. Kashmiri version of the same
play was included in the school magazine "Poshnool" (1976-77). That
magazine and “vaigyanic abhinai” both, were later reviewed and
included in the 1st catalogue of Juvenile Literature published by Unesco, New