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RAJEEV MISHRA
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His character: Rajiv Kumar
30 y/o
He lives in a high rise building, at the 20th floor. He’s classic
height, a reserved man, who never talks about his private life. He’s
lonely and introverted, because he spents all his time in writing, he’s
different than the common people, perhaps even a little bit crazy, a
touch of folly which makes him an artist…
He comes from Goa and lived a part of his childhood in England, where
he received an English education. He’s very attached to the english
manners and courtesy, we could say he’s a gentleman. He’s
not handsome but very elegant, intelligent, extremely. He seems to be
serious or not easy to talk to when you encouter him in the street, but
when you get to know him, he’s quite humourous, in a verbal way,
as he’s a really cerebral kind of person. He's from a very rich
family.
He wears western elegant clothes, and works in the Government offices
as the head of the engineer office.
5.
INT. AFTERNOON. LOCAL TRAIN.
Rajiv and Aditi are sitting side by side in the train.
It’s crowded.
Rajiv :
- « You can’t imagine how much I miss
you when I’m ill, dejected and sad. The other day,
when I told you about my sickness, it seemed to me that
this subject was annoying you ; that all this didn’t
matter to you. I can understand that you, who has good
health, don’t care about another’s suffering,
even when these others are, for instance, I, who you
pretend to love. I understand that a sick person can
be annoying, that it can be difficult to feel tenderness
towards that person. But I can only ask you to feign
this tenderness ; that you feign a certain interest in
me.
This, at least, would not hurt me as much as the mixed
interest you have in me and of the indifference that
you demonstrate for my welfare. »
The
train stops, he gets up and continues in the middle of two persons
:
- « Goodbye, little love, do your best to love me genuinely ; to
share my suffering ; to wish me well ; at least, feign it properly.
»
He gets out of the train with the craw. Aditi stays without any movement or expression on her face
10. Rajiv's appartment
Rajiv unlocks the door, opens it and enters his appartment. He switches the light on and says :
- « Neither the little Aditi, nor I, are guilty for this. Only Destiny bears the fault, if Destiny could be someone to whom we can attribute guilt. »
He walks toward the window and lights a cigarette. On the balcony :
- « Time, which mars faces and hair, mars as well, but even
faster, violent feelings. Most of the people, because they are stupid,
manage not to notice it, and still believe they are in love, when only
habits remain. If it was not like this, there would be no happy people
in the world. Because they can’t believe that love is durable.
The superior creatures, however, are deprived of the possibility of
such an illusion, neither, when it’s exhausted, deluding oneself
in considering as love the esteem or the gratitude that has been left
in its place.
Those things make one suffer, but the pain passes. Even if life, which
is everything, passes at the end, how could love and pain not pass on
as well as all the other things that are only moments of life ? »
11. INT. LATE AFTERNOON. ADITI’S ROOM.
Aditi is in her room, sewing, facing the window. Rajiv appears across the street, we can see him through the window ; after ten seconds, Aditi raises her eyes and notices him, she gets up and goes to the window. Rajiv makes faces and little signs with his hand before going down the street jumping like a child in front of every house entrance. Aditi is laughing.
In Rajiv’s cabin, Rajiv reads :
- « It’s still under the grip of the
painful impression that I send you these words. My deepest fears
didn’t fail me, I see I attached myself to one of those beings
who play with pure affection, and are able to give themselves a hard
time to torture the heart of poor young girls, by arranging to court
them not by feeling, not by hopeful sympathy, not by interest, not
even by greed, but only because they like to make others suffer,
make them ill-at-ease, or torture someone who didn’t think
of him before and didn’t even know him.
That’s beautiful ! That’s sublime ! That great ! »
We go in the other office, Aditi is listening at Rajiv’s door. She goes closer to his cabin, and says :
- « As for me, next time, I will not miss
to retain this lesson.
You made me understand with what sincerity a man can describe his sympathy,
his affection, his love, all his future hopes to a young and innocent
girl. A lady among my friends said these words :
"We can see the corridor, then the view through
the window on the bookshops and the road.
« a woman who believes in one single word of a man, is only a poor
imbecile ; if one day she sees one, for his beautiful eyes, take to his
lips a poisoned cup, the best is to pour it as soon as possible in his
throat, she would have liberated the world of an imposter. » We
all laughed, and actually, she was right…
»
