Hey Hey Folks! I know, I know! It’s been a long time I wrote a post and you thought I disappeared. Well, the good news is, I didn’t. Let’s just say, I was hibernating for a bit. Okay?
So, Here I am today, with an urge to try something that I haven’t tried before. It is my first attempt at a monologue and I have decided to put it up as a blog post. I have just gone ahead and given it a shot. Please do read and share your views…
My first Monologue:
Kabir is a 17 year old and is the younger son to his parents. His elder brother is a pilot, but to his parents he is a failure. They wanted him to be a scientist, but alas. His parents still have hope that Kabir will be that brilliant child, who will fulfill their dreams! Now, Kabir loves his parents and would do anything for them! His father has always been an inspiration to him. But, as he stands at the crossroads to choose his subject for graduation, there is a burning, unsettling conflict rising inside him. He has been fighting it, but he can’t anymore! Kabir has a dream, and he wants to chase it. He is a sincere, hardworking, honest and emotional individual. With great difficulty and courage, he decides to talk to his parents and that’s what this monologue is about…
Kabir: “Mom, Dad, firstly, I want you to know that I love you both a lot! Whatever I am about to say, does not mean I don’t respect you or value you. This isn’t about that. This is about me. It is about my dream! Please, please don’t think that I am letting you down. This is about my dream and I can’t shun away from it anymore. Dad, you inspire me to do my best, to learn more, be more and do more. But Dad, I have a personality of my own, I have a goal of my own and with all that you taught me, I want to live my dream!
No! I am not cheating you, I am not hurting you! But I can’t, I really can’t bury my dream to fulfill your incomplete dream which Bhaiyaa refused to do. It may seem to you like I am another failure, here to fail you once more. I want to tell you, it’s not that! All my school life and two years of Junior College, I lived your way! You said going for picnics was a waste of time, I didn’t revolt. You said leave all other subjects, focus only on maths and science, I did that too. You said going for movies and dinners are just a waste of time and don’t have anything to do with living a good life, I agreed. I barely have any friends, but I have a dream, Dad! And I want to fulfill that dream!
Yes, Maths and science are wonderful, but I hate it! I hate it from every bone in my body, I am sorry, I never told you before! I was too afraid, I’d hurt you! Maths and Science might be the master of all subjects, but they bog me down. They belittle me! It feels like those numbers and science experiments are laughing at me, mocking me, mocking me to death! A death from which I can never come back! Do you want that, Dad?
I have been dying every day, but now I want to live! Dad, did you ever know, I love to paint. The brushes are like autumn to me and colours are like the winter due, comforting and soulful. A fresh canvas is like a garden full of fireflies, provoking my imagination and coaxing me to create a masterpiece. I have a book full of my art, which I have been hiding from you. I wish I could show it to you and watch your reaction… Dad, I want to be an artist. Don’t hate me Dad! I will still be a scientist, a scientist of colour, creation and imagination! A kind that no one ever heard of!
Mom, Dad, please don’t abandon me like you abandoned Bhaiyaa! I love you way too much for that! I want to live my dream with you by my side, with you as a part of my journey! And maybe one day, this story too will be on my canvas! I am asking you’ll to try, to think about me and my dream!
I know you’ll think artists are not respectful people, or they are far lesser than a scientist, professor or engineer. But what can I do, I fell in love with art, it was love at first stroke! I hope you understand what I am saying. This must be killing you now, but I don’t want my unfulfilled dream to kill me later! I don’t want to repeat the cycle of this displeased dream, when I become a parent. I don’t want to be the one forcing the next generation to live my dream; Instead, I want to be the one pushing them to live their dreams, because I lived mine!
Mom, Dad, I want to carve this world in rainbows! Will you be the clouds I need for support?”