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A short play
by
Madhuri Shekar
Contact:
madhuri.shekar1@gmail.com
THE RAT KING
By Madhuri Shekar
MAN
We have our own Gods down here.
MAN
It is Naraloka. The world beneath the earth. Some people
think there would be fire, searing torture, madness- devils
leaping out of the darkness to infest your minds- while the
great Lord of Death oversees it all with his mighty pompous
laugh.
(he grins)
They have it right except for the fire. No, no- in hell, it
is the steady drip, drip of water. The endless drip, drip,
drip. The puddles of cold, coloured water. The dregs of the
washed masses, the excrement, their impurities- as they drip
drip drip into Naraloka- the world beneath the earth.
MAN
AND I AM THE GREAT LORD OF DEATH.
MAN
Devils leap out of the darkness to infest your minds.
MAN
We don't have your Gods down here. Not your Rama, your
Krishna. Those Gods of men. No. They wouldn't last down here.
I would eat them up.
MAN
The devils have their own Gods.
MAN
They have their demon king.
MAN
A false god, crowned in fear, in depravity.
Hissing noises.
MAN
We battle every night- the lord of justice verses the lord of
vermin.
He lets out a yell and rushes at the
shadow. The shadow screeches and breaks
apart, dissolving into a thousand rats
once more. The man gasps wildly and
starts smashing the floor with his
stick, lashing out at the rats. The
rats run away. He yells once more.
MAN
WHO IS YOUR GOD NOW?
MAN
They cower underneath their demon king. I hear them say his
name, praying, quivering in fear.
MAN
"Bakasura... Bakasura... the demon king of the rats."
MAN
They beseech him, cowering under his protection, to cover the
earth with filth as they continue to spread their evil.
MAN
But no one can escape the Lord of Death.
MAN
The Lord of Justice.
MAN
Naraloka is mine.
MAN
You are in the dark now, with me. Feel the darkness. The
smell. The sounds.
MAN
How did you come to be in the world beneath the earth?
Silence.
MAN
We have our own Gods down here.
Blackout.
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