stree script 89

89.

VICKY

This is a waste of time. We have to

find another way.

SHASTRI

Why is this man so rude?? You come

to my place and behave so rudely to

me?

GAYATRI

(intervenes)

Very sorry sir. He’s a very rude,

uncouth man.

Mock-chides Vicky, who goes sullen a bit.

GAYATRI

Please continue sir.

Beat. Shastri is lost on thought. Snaps out of it.

SHASTRI

Oh hi! When did you all come here?

Welcome. Would you like some chai?

All jaws drop.

OUTSIDE - MINUTES LATER

VICKY

The old man is no help.

GAYATRI

Do you have any other books?

RUDRA

I don’t know.. This I found with

great difficulty--

A voice cuts through their conversation --

SHASTRI

The fate of the town lies in the

hands of this one man, the saviour

of the town.

-- they all listen in rapt attention, as Shastri rattles from

the doorway.

SHASTRI

A man who is the only son; A

handsome man, dark like the clouds;

Born under a banyan tree; Love in

his eyes; An artist who brings joy

to many.

(beat)

And the son of a whore.

And Shastri promptly walks back inside muttering --