Here is your ten minute chuckle and giggle for the weekend !
As you well know , Cuckoo had abandoned her baby in Margie Hatchery, the motherly crow’s nest and flown of to try her luck in King Tweety- Fruity’s kingdom. There is going to be a contest in the Land of Birds and Melody’s crow brothers are practicing with Monsieur Bull Brass to take part in the contest and driving the jungle folks nuts with their caw caw and ribbid ribbid !
Monsieur Bull- Brass doesn’t think Melody can sing so she flies off and finds Senor Julio, the blind thrush, who takes her under his wings !
But all is not well in the Land of Birds for Cuckoo’s throat is sore from her high flying life style and King Tweety- Fruity is irritated , that is the way of benevolent despots, they lose their cool when things don’t go their way ! Now she wants the magic potion FAIR IS FOWL from the SING SONG company of China and commands her hanger on Stella to go and find the thieving Mr. Jack Dawson and the chattering Magpie , Maggie !
And what happens when Monsieur Bull- Brass finds out that Melody is being secretly tutored by Senor Julio ?
Check out this episode for some fun and entertainment!
Mayura wanted to make the world more beautiful but before he could ruin his beautiful feathers by using them as a dust rag Peekaboo arrived to knock some sense into his peacock brain. He also gifted him a new pair of boots to hide his ugly legs ! What are friends for, after all , hmmm.
THE PALACE WAS GRAND AND MAYURA STROLLING IN THE GROUNDS WAS PREOCCUPIED WITH HIS THOUGHTS.
“WHAT IS THE POINT OF LIFE ?
“DO WE HAVE A PURPOSE ?”
“LOOK AT MY FEATHERS, THEY ARE BEAUTIFUL, MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN THE RAINBOW. AND YET, DO THEY HAVE A PURPOSE”
“SHOULDN’T ALL BEAUTY HAVE A PURPOSE?”
MAYURA KEPT WALKING, THINKING PROFOUND THOUGHTS. HE ALMOST HAD AN ACCIDENT. THE CAR SCREECHED TO A HALT. MAYURA QUICKLY RACED ACROSS, HIS HEART BEATING AND FLUTTERING JUST LIKE HIS BEAUTIFUL TAIL FEATHERS.
BUT THIS LITTLE BRUSH WITH DEATH GOT HIM THINKING EVEN MORE DEEPLY.
“WE ALL LEAVE THIS WORLD ONE DAY. SO SHOULDN’T ONE LEAVE IT A BETTER PLACE, A CLEANER PLACE ?”
MAYURA WAS SO TAKEN UP WITH THIS THOUGHT HE IMMEDIATELY STARTED USING HIS FEATHERS AS A BROOM AND STARTED CLEANING UP THE PALACE LAWNS,DUSTING AWAY THE LEAVES AND PUTTING THEM AWAY IN A GARBAGE BAG. HE WAS SO BUSY SWEEPING AND CLEANING,HE DIDN’T NOTICE ANOTHER PEACOCK SITTING GRANDLY ON A BENCH LOOKING AT HIM.
“WHAT ARE YOU DOING ?” HE SAID
“CLEANING UP,” SAID MAYURA, NOT MISSING A BEAT AS HE DUSTED AND SWEPT THE DIRT WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL TAIL FEATHERS.
“WELL, THAT’S JUST FINE AND DANDY BUT WHY USE YOUR TAIL FEATHERS FOR IT ? AND WHY NOT GET ONE OF YOUR PALACE MINIONS ? IT’S NOT YOUR JOB ! “
MAYURA SIGHED DEEPLY, “WHATS’S OUR JOB ? JUST TO LOOK PRETTY? SHOULDN’T BEAUTY HAVE A PURPOSE? BY THE WAY, WHO ARE YOU ?”
THE OTHER PEACOCK BOWED COURTEOUSLY, “PEEKABOO AT YOUR SERVICE. I HAVE COME A LONG WAY TO CHECK OUT YOUR WAY OF LIFE.”
“OH !” SAID MAYURA, “AND WHAT DID YOU DISCOVER? WE ARE JUST LIKE OTHER FOLKS.”
PEEKABOO LAUGHED HARSHLY AND SAID, “NO, MY FRIEND, THAT’S WHERE YOU ARE WRONG. YOU ARE DIFFERENT.”
“HOW?” ASKED MAYURA.
“WELL, YOU GUYS TAKE EVERYTHING SO SERIOUSLY. YOU GOTTA LET THINGS BE. “
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN, LET THINGS BE.”
“THERE IS NO NEED TO GO AROUND CLEANING WHEN THERE IS NOTHING TO CLEAN. YOU HAVE BEAUTIFUL FEATHERS, JUST SPREAD THEM AND DANCE. THAT WILL MAKE THE WORLD BEAUTIFUL TOO. THAT’S YOUR PURPOSE MAN, LOOK BEAUTIFUL AND DANCE.”
MAYURA, “I CAN DANCE THE KATHAK VERY WELL. ITS’S AN OLD DANCE FROM INDIA.”
PEEKABOO JUMPED OFF THE BENCH, “ALL RIGHT THEN. MY EXPERTISE IS TAP DANCE, THAT’S A DANCE FROM WHERE I COME FROM. SHOULD WE HAVE A DANCE OFF THEN ? AND LEAVE THE DARN GARBAGE BAG!”
MAYURA SAID, “ BUT IT’S NOT RAINING. PEACOCKS DANCE WHEN THE CLOUDS THUNDER. LIGHTNING FLASHES, AND RAINDROPS PATTER.”
“DRAT IT MAN. WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO NEEDY. JUST MAKE DO WITH WHAT’S ON YOUR PLATE !”PEEKABOO SCREECHED.
THEN HE LOOKED AT A GARDNER WATERING THE LAWN AND SAID, “ THERE’S YOUR RAIN. NOW SHAKE A LEG, MAN. “
MAYURA BOWED AND SAID, “MAYURA AT YOUR SERVICE. AS FOR SHAKING A LEG. I NEVER DID LIKE MY LEGS, THATS’S WHY I SPREAD MY FEATHERS TO DRAW ATTENTION FROM THEM.”
PEEKABOO, “ THERE YOU GO AGAIN , CARPING ABOUT STUFF YOU CANNOT CHANGE. TELL YOU WHAT, I’LL GET YOU A GOOD PAIR OF BOOTS WHEN I VISIT NEXT. FOR NOW JUST DANCE AND FORGET ALL YOUR TROUBLES. “
Who is Melody? Melody is the heroine of my book; a little, black cuckoo who realizes one day that the purpose of her life was to sing. But how could she sing when Monsieur Tar-tar, the bull-frog who tutors her brothers, the four crows, Doray, MeFar, Sola and Tidoo thinks she has an awful voice. Even her single mom, Maggie Hatchery, pities Melody but she does want her to get her chance. And her chance comes when the falcon king, King Koo-tan – kha – Amen or King Koo-Toot, the King of Bird Land announces a world –wide singing contest in order to find a new court entertainer to replace the old one, Madame KuuKuuuu, who has being throwing too many tantrums. What no one knows, including the folks of Jungle-Land, is that Madame Kuukuuuu is Melody’s biological mother who had abandoned Melody in Maggie’s nest so that she could pursue her dreams of becoming a star. Melody, now trained by Senor Julio, the blind, reclusive thrush is a virtuoso songstress and trounces the competition in spite of the shenanigans of KuuKuuuu and replaces her as the new court entertainer. But can life in a golden age be happy? Melody now longs for the freedom of Jungle-land but she is under a contract. She becomes depressed and, one day, is truly cuckoo ! What happens next ? # books #writing # #humor # funny
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Its all about loving your children!
Directed by Nadira Zaheer Babbar
Written by Kshipra Shukla
JungleDhoom.com is performed by the children of Ekjute’s Young Talent Group
(aged 5 – 14 years) and enjoyed by children of all ages ! The play is situated in a jungle called Hariyali Forest where lives our main protagonist Sargam. Sargam’s mother Koyal abandons her in a crow’s nest for selfish motives. Kagi, the crow mother gracefully takes the abandoned Sargam under her wings. In another part of the forest, Baaz Bahadur, king of Kanha Forest, decides to hold a singing competition. Kagi encourages Sargam to participate in the singing competition and helps her fight against all odds and evil plots hatched against her. Sargam works hard and, with the support of her family and friends, emerges the winner AND proves that good always wins over evil.
The set of the jungle and the costumes in the play are right out of a fairy tale and the catchy songs and music make JungleDhoom.com a complete fun filled experience for children and their parents !!
Jungledhoom.com is a play that leaves the audience ,adults and children alike spell bound with it’s magic. This is Ekjute at it’s best.
– DNA (Mumbai)
Ekjute artists with 30 child actors ranging from 6 year olds to 14 year olds put up a true professional play. Kuddos to Nadira Babbar and the work she is doing with children through Ekjute’s Young Talent Group.
– Hindustan Times (Mumbai)
(Mithlesh Maihar had the children rolling in the aisles with his antics. The other actors of Ekjute, Vijay Singh,Deep,, Rajiv,Sangam and Ashwini gave stellar performances. The children from the Ekjute workshop were as good as the others. All said and done this play enchanted the children completely.)
– Navbharat Times (Mumbai)
One hour of pure entertainment for the kids. Go for it this holiday.
The Bird’s Taleis one of the parts of the series called Melody which is a part of The Collected Tails of Jungle Land . There are seven such series with fourteen books in each ( seven in English and seven in Hindi ) which make up the Collected Tails of Jungle Land
Critical appreciation by Mr. Vinod Tiwari.
(Well known journalist, writer and editor)
The world of children is wonderful; it is a world of imagination and color. We, as adults, may be forever curious about this world but we never invest it with serious thought. We assume that children will be children, what is the need to invest their world with depth? We forget the well known adage that, “The child is the father of man.”
Mrs. Shipra Shukla, through her play, “The Bird’s Tale”* reminds us that what, at the first glance, appears to be childlike, at least we adults should not be childish enough to assume that it is for children only! The characters she has created- Crow, Thrush, Frog, Crane, Rabbit, are all attractive to children. Their appearance and antics may be attractive enough to entertain the children but this is not the reason why these characters are in a league of their own. The main reason is the thought which flows below the surface. At times it makes the reader laugh and at times it tickles his funny bone with its sharp wit and along with this the writer’s control over her craft keeps our curiosity alive so that we read on and become cognizant of the social malaise she hints at. If we read this play from this point of view then we realize that this play is as much for children as it is for adults for the characters which please the children, simply and smoothly speak of those matters to adults which, very often, even the headlines in newspapers and experienced cartoonist are unable to express.
The plays that are written in Hindi are hardly any. The ones that are written are those that are inspired by alien cultures and as such are far removed from the Indian sensibility. Shipra has managed to bind together folks with varied sensibilities, from the dyed in the wool proponents of the western culture to the caring, nurturing Indian thought processes and produced a creation which should not only be welcomed in schools but every theatre lover should have a copy of it.
Congratulations to Shipra are in order on her maiden attempt. Her creations will continue to exhibit her novel and new shades of writing – that is my heartfelt good wish.
(Translated from Hindi by Shipra Shukla)
*Kissa Koyal Ka
REVIEW BY DR. ACHALA NAGAR , EMINENT WRITER.
The Bird’s Tale”*- what a tale and the opportunity to read this tale was given to me by the writer Mrs. Shipra Shukla when she handed me the book and said, ‘please give your opinion.’ Now, I am not a playwright who would adeptly give her “critical appreciation.” I am definitely a reader and believe that every reader has his own take, his own sensibility, when he reads a story. When reading this story some may say it is inspired by political compulsions and others will say it is a story to entertain children and succeeds in keeping their interest alive – different strokes for different folks. Now, since I can humbly claim some understanding of literary matters and some skills in the screenplay writing department – moreover, I am a “mom” – so for me it was primarily the story of an ambitious mother, selfish actually – a phenomena which is the result of the fast changing social, economic and political environment of our times. This mom is a cuckoo who abandons her helpless baby in the mother crow’s nest and flies off to fulfill her various aspirations to become the court singer in the Kite- King’s court ; she does not want to know nor even cares what happens to the child she left behind.
As is de rigueur of writing of any genre the sensible writer who seeks to garner interest in his story will create ‘positive’ and ‘negative’ elements and, finally, the victory of good over evil – for even though one may cling to evil in multiple ways – there is a place in our heart which constantly beats with the feeling that , “ it may happen that good does not win, maybe those who fight for it go through much pain but even so, “good” is the ultimate “truth” and “truth” is “God”. In “The Bird’s Tale” the writer, too, subscribes to this thought.
The story of the protagonist Cuckoo wends its way through many interesting twists and turns to the point when her singing begins to lose its charm, her persona dwarfed and she is on the verge of total rejection when, at the opportune moment, arrives her youthful daughter Melody who is now capable of trouncing her own mother by her winning notes; who, then emerges victorious and by her talent occupies the space left by her defeated mother. She now becomes dear to her selfish mother who claims her as her own flesh and blood and herself as the ‘real’ mother but Melody vetoes the thought: for her it is the motherly crow who cared for her with selfless love,the ‘real’ mother. Furthermore, Melody rejects the ‘golden cage. She chooses to live with the mother crow and her jungle friends and breathe the free air which resonates with her melodious singing.
So this is the entertaining “tale” which Shipra Shukla has weaved so skillfully around the contemporary social and political environment and made it eminently ‘readable’. To tell her “tale’ she has created many black, white and grey characters; there is music, comic relief, political shenanigans; the language is simple and every day and the environment is jungle and yet modern. The political touches are those that are present in any family or society. There is a glimpse of the tried and tested formula of “divide and rule” – and by the time we reach the end the ogre of evil is vanquished and truth prevails.
I thoroughly enjoyed “The Bird’s tale”* read, so when are you going to read this “tale?”
( Original review translated from Hindi by Shipra Shukla)
This is the story of a python . The python was a very strange looking fellow. He loved to do strange things too . Every day he would swallow an animal and go to sleep. Now if you only eat and sleep 😴 and eat and sleep 😴 💤 you are going to fall sick. And that is why the python got very very sick 🤒. And his tummy hurt.
So his wife, Mrs Python said, ” Why don’t you go to the doctor Mr. Python ?”
So Mr. Python set off to get himself treated by Doctor Cheetah.
Now we all know that pythons do not have feet so he started to crawl to Dr. Cheetah’s clinic. He crawled and he crawled. It was very hot so he got very tired and lay down under the shade of a tree which had many red fruits hanging on its branches . One of the fruits fell on the python’s head. The python, as was his habit, gulped down the fruit in a jiffy.
After some time Mr. Python felt that he was feeling well. He also had no stomach ache. But by now he had crawled to Dr. Cheetah’s clinic.
Dr. Cheetah, who was always very troubled about his work asked Mr. Python, “Mr. Python, what is your problem ? ”
The python said , “I had a stomach ache but now I am all right . I was feeling very sick but now I am fine.”
Dr. Cheetah said, ” How come you are feeling fine. I have not given you my medicine ? ”
Mr. Python said, “I don’t know. I crawled all the way here. On the way I slept under a tree and when a fruit from the tree fell on me I eat it up. ”
Dr. Cheetah said, “What did the fruit look like ? ”
The python said, ” It was round and red. Inside the fruit there were many tiny red seeds. It was very sweet but it’s skin was very thick .
Dr. Cheetah said, ” It seems to me you eat a pomegranate. The pomegranate fruit is very good for your health. Besides this you came crawling all the way here which is good exercise . Exercise is very good for health . Now bear in mind, eat some fruits and vegetables and also exercise. All right then, give me my fees now. ”
The python said, ” Fees ? Why should I give you fees. I got well on my own.”
Dr. Cheetah thought to himself that if the animals of the jungle start getting well on their own just like this python then what will happen to me, how will I put food on my table ? ”
Dr. Cheetah quickly opened Mr. Python’s mouth and popped in a burger. As soon as the burger went into the python’s stomach it started aching . He started crying loudly, ” Help me, save me ! It feels like a hundred rats are jumping inside and biting my stomach. He started to cry, “Ow !Ow !Ow !”
Then Dr. Cheetah said, “Should I give you some medicine ? ”
Mr. Python understood that Dr. Cheetah was being clever and only wanted to take his money.
Mr. Python said, ” No, I will crawl back home. On the way I will eat a pomegranate. I do not need your services. ”
The other animals who had come to get treated heard what Mr. Python said and were very happy. They thought to themselves , this is an excellent idea. If we can keep ourselves healthy then we don’t have to give Dr. Cheetah his very hefty fees. In a trice they got up and followed the python but kept their distance from him for they did not want to be swallowed by the python in case he got hungry.
When the animals reached the pomegranate tree they all started jumping up to pluck the pomegranate fruits and pop them in their mouths.
Pomegranate fruits – Good for your health !
The pomegranate tree had no fruits left. He thought to himself , ” Goodness gracious , one fruit tree and a hundred impatients! Now what will happen to me if I fall ill ? Boo boo ! ”
A butterfly 🦋 who was flitting by saw the pomegranate tree crying and said, ” Brother Pomegranate tree, don’t worry. The few flowers which are left on you will soon become fruits. That is our job. We will fly from the flowers of one tree to the flowers of another one so that we can help them to become fruits. ”
The pomegranate tree was very happy. He thought to himself, ” It’s quite all right if the animals plucked all my fruits and eat them up. Now they will be cured soon. And, I, too will be well for the person who helps another person stays always well for God helps him. Yes, but God punishes those who rob from other people for no reason at all. Just like that cheetah who is called cheetah for a reason . Now he will always be worried that now that the animals have cured themselves who will come to me for treatment and how will I put food on my table ”
That is why it is said , ” ‘ Cheetahs’ never prosper . ”
THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY MY FATHER, COL. B. C. SHUKLA WHO GAVE UP ALL HIS FRUITS TO HELP THE ANIMALS OF JUNGLE LAND .
Here is a poem written for him ( on the left and a poem by him , ‘MARTYRDOM’ ( on the right )
The wily Dr. Leopard and his three assistant hyenas try to cure the python of his stomach ache and also try to use his talents to save their business .
There was a python who just loved to eat and sleep. That is what he would do all day long. Eat and sleep. Eat and sleep. Eat and sleep. Now, if you do this all day long and then day after day , then you are going to fall very, very sick. And that is what happened to the silly python . He became very, very sick. His tummy started hurting. Ow ! Ow ! Ow ! He howled. Now, if he had hands he would have clutched his stomach and howled just like you do. But pythons don’t have hands. Just a long body. So, he took his long body and stretched it and decided to crawl to the doctor. As the python was crawling to the doctors’ clinic he felt very hot and tired. So, he decided to rest under a tree. It was a tree with very red fruits hanging from it.
The python was very sleepy. He opened his mouth to yawn. Just then, PLOP, one of the red fruits fell into his mouth. The python gulped down the fruit as was his habit and fell off to sleep. When the python got up he was feeling much better but then, he thought to himself that since I have come so far I might as well see the doctor and find out why my stomach aches all the time. So, he crawled to Dr. Leopards’ clinic and lay down in the waiting room along with the other animals who also had some problem or the other .
Dr. Leopard asked the python to come into his examination room and asked him to lie down. The python said, “I am already lying down since I cannot sit.” Dr. Leopard made a face as he did not like anyone to correct him and said , “Yes, yes, I meant , lie down on the couch so I can examine you . Tell me, what is your problem?”
The python said, “I had a stomach ache but now I am fine. The stomach ache is gone.”
Dr. Leopard was surprised to hear that the python was feeling better without taking any of his medicines which were quite expensive. So he asked the python, ” Tell me Mr. Python, what did you do after you had the stomach ache ?
The python said, “Don’t you want to know how and when I got the stomach ache so you can cure me ?”
The leopard looked very silly in front of his helpers so he he smiled with his very sharp teeth and said,” Yes, yes! Please tell me what you eat and what you did ?”
The python said, “Well, in the morning I swallowed my breakfast in one gulp and went to sleep. Then, at lunch, I swallowed my meal in one big gulp and went to sleep and then, at dinner …….”
The leopard said, “Wait, I am a doctor, I know what you did. You gulped down your dinner and went to sleep!”
All the doctors’ helpers clapped at the doctors intelligence.
The python said, “I have been doing this for many,many days ! But then, yesterday, I had a BIG stomach ache, not the usual small ones. Maybe, it was because I went to a party and gulped down everything .”
“Hmmmmmmmmmm” said Dr. Leopard,” I see the problem now. You don’t chew your food. You must chew your food before you eat it .”
The python was very surprised that the doctor did not know that pythons don’t have teeth. He thought to himself, ” I better get out of here and find some doctor who knows his job. This doctor has a fancy coat but he does not know what he is doing.”
The python said, ” Now, that I am much better, I think I will go home.” He tried to crawl out of the room but Dr.Leopard blocked his way and said, “Wait, wait. You didn’t tell me what happened after the stomach ache. How did you get well? ”
The python was trapped in the room with the doctor and his assistants so he decided to clear the mystery of his wellness. He said, “well, I crawled all the way to your clinic which is quite a distance away. On the way, I was feeling sleepy so I slept under a tree. It was a tree with red fruits. When I yawned one of the fruits fell in my mouth and I gulped it down and then fell asleep. When, I got up I was feeling much, much better.”
Dr. Leopard said, ” It seems to me you slept under an apple tree and that is why you are fine now!”
The python said, ” I am sure it was not an apple tree!”
Dr. Leopard said, ” How can you be so sure that it was not an apple tree. You did say the fruits were red !”
The python said , ” I know it was not an apple tree because we all know that an apple a day keeps the doctor away . But, as you can see, here I am with you and you are a doctor and you are not going away and you are not letting me go away too ! So, you see it was not an apple tree . ”
Dr. Leopard was stunned by this intelligent answer. He thought to himself, this python is very smart. Maybe, I can use him to get more patients.
TO BE CONTINUED ……….
ALL RIGHT, HERE’S THE NEXT PART OF THE STORY ….
😮 OMG ! CAN I JUST GO HOME ?
The doctor looked at the python and bared his very sharp, pointy teeth and said, “Well, Mr. Python, you seem to be very smart. I see that you don’t have a job as you told me yourself. So, why don’t you come and work for me ? I will pay you very well. “
The python was very surprised that the leopard was offering a job to him because as far as he knew the animals were afraid of him especially when he was hungry.
He asked Dr. Leopard, “ How will you pay me ? And in return what do you want me to do ? “
Dr. Leopard knew that if he told the python that he was planning to use him to get rid of the animals who refused to get cured by swallowing them he may not agree to work for him. That was his plan to solve his own problem and that of the python.
So he told the python, “ Mr. Python, you don’t have to do much work. You have to be as you were before. Just eat and sleep . The only difference is that you will eat what or who I tell you to eat and you have to do this in my clinic.”
The python thought to himself, “ This leopard is very clever but also very wicked. It’s not good to be with wicked people. So let me try to find a way so that this leopard does not kill off his patients he cannot cure. And there are too many of them. Even I will not be able to swallow so many of them because I only swallow when I am hungry not just for fun ! “
The python looked at Dr. Leopard looking eagerly at him as a solution to his problem of not being able to cure his patients and said , “ Dr. Leopard, why don’t you try some other way to help your patients ?”
Dr. Leopard said, “ Mr. Python, I know there are many other ways but this one is quick and foolproof.”
Actually Dr. Leopard did not know of any other way but he did not want to admit this in front of his assistants who thought Dr. Leopard was the cat’s whiskers. Also his assistants were a couple of hyenas who lived off the leftovers which the doctor could not finish.
Mr. Python said, “ Maybe your way is the quickest and foolproof and with no danger of being sued because there is no one to sue you or no evidence but sooner or later the animals of the jungle will realize what is going on and will stop coming to you. Then what will happen to your practice ? “
The assistant hyenas gasped at this possibility because they lived on the slim pickings left by the leopard and they were already very thin. Dr. Leopard also did not want to lose his very lucrative business ( which means a kind of work in which you make a lot of money ) so he asked Mr. Python, “ All right, what is your idea so that I can cure the patients who come to me ? “
Mr. Python said, “ It’s very simple Mr. Leopard.”
ALL RIGHT , LET ME KNOW WHAT WAS MR. PYTHON’S SOLUTION TO THE PROBLEM AND THE BEST ONE WILL GET TO GO ON A TRIP TO HAWAII PAID FOR BY THEMSELF. IF I HAD THE MONEY I WOULD HAVE GONE MYSELF NOT SIT HERE WRITING THESE STORIES IN “ DULLSVILLE.” I WOULD WRITE THEM IN HAWAII .
In a previous post I think I had explained that I am not the sweating it out and the gym type ( see ‘ Running with the hounds ‘ ) In fact, it gets wearisome , this expectation from humans that we as dogs constantly jump through hoops , mindlessly chasing balls to entertain humans who coolly stand on the sidelines watching and encouraging us. That is why when someone throws a ball at me I always run away with it and then it’s your turn to “fetch” it if you want to continue this mindless game, Tee hee .
Anyway, since we are on the subject of exercise I have discovered a cool new way to stretch my limbs without the sweat, particularly suitable for those who are more mature or have health problems like blood pressure, heart problems etc.
It’s called YOGA ( for humans ) and DOGA ( for dogs ) . I think you may be familiar with the ‘downward dog ‘ position. Yes, we have contributed to this great science of yoga too ( see pic. )
DOWNWARD DOG IN MY PUPPY DAYS
OUR CONTRIBUTION TO YOGA – THE DOWNWARD DOG !
YOGA DOG OR DOGA IN DEEP THOUGHT . I WONDER WHAT DEEP PHILOSOPHY IS GOING THROUGH HER MIND. THE NATURE OF THE UNIVERSE, THE PURPOSE OF OUR EXISTENCE OR IS IT JUST THE MOST BASIC QUESTION OF LIFE – IS THAT PERSON ON THE TABLE GOING TO SLIP ME THE SAUSAGE WHICH IS DANGLING OFF HER PLATE ?
Then , there is my favorite position, the lying supine one ; also called ‘playing dead ‘ in dog language. I am in this position for the better part of the day and it suits me fine. If you are in this position you are totally healthy, no stress at all. I love it.
Playing dead or ’shavasana’
BELLA’S FAVORITE POSITION.
In fact, we dogs are very similar to the yogis ( or those who do yoga ) ; that’s why we are called doggys ( pronounced in a way to match ‘yogis’ ) You may well ask how ? Well, like yogis or ascetics we have no materialistic desires, we do not ask for a mansion, car, even a family. We live a simple life and even’beg’ for our food. Like yogis we wear no clothes ( at least they have a loin cloth ) and like yogis we will travel the world with not a care if you let us off the leash . Like yogis we love you for you are our God and we are loyal to you as one should be loyal to God. Maybe, that’s why, when language was first invented we were just GOD spelt backwards and we bow to the wow in you in a downward dog position !
A STORY CAN BE WRITTEN IN MANY WAYS . MELODY HAS BEEN WRITTEN IN FOURTEEN DIFFERENT WAYS ( 7 in English and 7 in Hindi ). EACH BOOK CATERS TO A DIFFERENT AGE GROUP AND EACH ONE FOLLOWS A DIFFERENT STRUCTURE. THE PREMISE IS THE SAME FOR ALL, HOWEVER.
1.Short story – one
2. book – two of them of varying lengths for different age groups ,
3. plays – three of them, of varying lengths for different age group; the last a satire which is suitable for adults as well.
4.screenplay – one . Can also be presented as a play for the very young .
There are seven in Hindi as well .
Lest you think I am masquerading the same stuff in different ways , the stories, characters , songs are different for each of the fourteen books. The characters and stories may overlap but they all follow the rules of their structure and they all read differently. You can call them avatars if you want who appear in different regions, in different ways and cater to the sensibilities of those times .
There are seven such series making a total of 98 books ( 49 in English and 49 in Hindi )
A short Story for 4 to 7 Years
Why does the cuckoo bird tweet sadly, “cuckoo cuckoo”?
A short story about a cuckoo bird who lost it and a mother crow who never gave up and won!
Oh Yes! It’s not your skin but your skill which counts in the end.
When mother crow and her team reached town they were weak with hunger and very thirsty. Mother crow could not bear to see her children in this state. And Mr. Tar-tar who was as round as a balloon was now as thin as a needle. Now Mother crow did not wait even for a second, and with her beak killed three-four rats, made them into patties and fed them to her children and Mr. Tar-Tar. After this there was no problem for Mother Crow and her team and they began to live happily in town. Everyday they would kill a few rats and eat them up. After sometime Do-Ray, Me-Fa, So-La and Ti-Do also became expert in killing rats and the rats were running here and there in fear for their lives. They were in a real state and started talking about leaving town.
The people of the town were very happy. They did not want Mother Crow and her team to leave town ever so they began to give them many gifts. Mother crow told them, “ I don’t want anything but I want my children’s music to be remembered forever and forever. So, can you make a tape of my children’s music so that I can play it for the animals of the jungle who had thrown us out of the jungle because of our singing.”
The people of the town were only too happy to do as Mother Crow wanted and made a tape of the four crows song. The name of the tape was “The Caw-Caw Crows.”
When the tapes came to the shops the people of the town were very happy. When they played the tapes at home, not only the rats but all the pests ran away frightened. Some farmers even started playing them in their fields so that the birds which eat their seeds flew away in fright. The town people were so happy with the services of the crows that they took away the golden cagefrom the cuckoo and gave it to the crows.
But Mother Crow refused to live in a golden cage. She knew that a cage, whether it is made of gold or iron is still a cage and it would not allow her to fly like a free bird and she did not want that. She returned the cage to the cuckoo bird.
When the cuckoo bird saw Mother Crow’s behavior she was very ashamed of herself. She thought to herself this crow has worked so hard and see where she has reached and I am where I was. Mother Crow did not have beauty nor did she have any great talent. And yet her quality was useful to so many people. And that is why no one cares whether she is beautiful or not, they only praise her work. They were tears in Cuckoo’s eyes and she ran to Mother Crow’s nest.
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A funny book for children, five to nine years
When the creature of the jungle could not bear the caw caw of the Band of Crows and the ‘ribbid Ribbid’ of their music teacher Mr.Ribbid they threw them out of the jungle. But Margery Hatchery, the doting mother crow did not lose heart and flew off with Melody, her brood of four and their music teacher to a new land where she hope to make them stars. Did she succeed in her mission or did the pesky rats, the conniving and the crazy cuckoo ruin her plans ?u
When Margery Hatchery saw the frog puffing and puffing and looked as if he was going to burst she rushed to him and said, “Calm down Mr. Ribbid! These creatures cannot see how talented you are. We are going to leave this place and go another land where we will have the freedom to sing. Come on lets pack our bags.” Now, Mr. Ribbid liked to live in Jungle Land. He didn’t have to work too hard for a living and there were plenty of flying bugs for him to eat. He said, “How can I leave this place. I have hopped here from a land far away and it took me a lot of time to get here. Now how can I go to another land!” Then Funny, who was the older of the two rabbits smiled and said, “Well, you can hop to the other place the same way you hopped here. In fact, hop before you pop, Mr. Ribbid!” Funny could say some very funny things and the animals burst out laughing.
This was too much for Margery Hatchery and.
she flew into a rage again. She picked up a
stick and said, “Mr Ribbid , I will hold
one end of the stick and my four children
the other. You hold the stick from the
middle in your mouth and off we will fly
till we find a place which appreciates our
talent. She turned to her children and said, “
Come on children let us go.” Mr. Ribbid
was not happy but he had no choice
since Margery Hatchery was so determined.
He took the stick in his mouth and held
on for dear life as Margery and her four
children flew off. Peter parrot shouted from below,
“Careful Mr. Ribbid , don’t open your mouth or you will become Mr. Humpty Dumpty!”
Mr. Ribbid could hear the animals laughing but he dare not open his mouth, he just puffed up and turned purple in anger and looked like a purple balloon flying in the sky.
A short play for children 3 to 9 years
Melody, the wee cuckoo bird wins the contest in King Tweety -Fruity’s kingdom. But she really misses her mom and the animals of the jungle. Only Tweet -Fruity won’t let her go !
All the animals are engaged in various activities. The rabbits are wrestling with each other. The crows are playing cricket/baseball. The game can be imaginary. Deer, Parrot, Butterfly are also participating in the game. Monkey is giving a commentary. Mr. Bull-Frog is snoring in the corner.
Bananarama : Do-Ray throws the ball and Me-Fa hits it with his bat, the ball flies ( we hear the sound of Peekaboo’s boots coming towards us) across the boundry, straight into ( Peekaboo catches the ball) Mr. Peekaboo’s hands……..
Peekaboo : Shiver my feathers !
Bananarama : Now the question is can this be called a catch ( The crows are shouting ‘catch, catch’) because Mr. Peekaboo is not a member of the team!
Peekaboo throws the ball which hits Mr. Bull Frog who gets up with a start.
Mr. Bull Frog : Ribbid, Ribbid! Isn’t the game over as yet? Come on children, it’s time for your music classes… take out your instruments……
The crows start taking out their musical instruments while all the animals start taking out their earplugs, cotton wool etc. to close their ears. A singing sound is heard approaching them. It is Senor Julio who comes on stage.
Peekaboo: Who is this? ( Senor Julio bangs into him) Can’t you see?
Senor Julio: No.
All the animals react with sympathy.
Senor Julio: Does Melody live here?
Margery Hatchery (Mother crow): Yes, she did live here but now she lives at King Tweety Fruity’s palace. Ever since she won the contest she has become the chief singer of his court. But who are you?
Senor Julio : I am Senor Julio, I taught Melody to sing.
Bananarama: Hey, you are Melody’s secret tutor! No wonder she became such a great singer.
Mr. Bull Frog: So YOU gave tuition to Melody. No wonder she showed no improvement in her singing. This system of tuition has ruined our children. Tuition is bad, bad….
Senor Julio: I want to meet Melody. I know in my heart she is not happy.
Flow-Jo: ( to Peter Parrot); People who can’t see have a strong sixth sense, they can feel things.
Margery: To see Melody you will have to go far, out of this jungle to the city.
Senor Julio: Oh!
Margery: Actually we have not heard from Melody for a long time, and there is no letter from her, why don’t we all go and see her.
Peekaboo: ( rubbing his hands together) What a fine idea!
Flow – Jo: I will come along too.
All the animals: (shouting) We’ll come too! We want to see Melody!
A funny play for ages 8 to 12
Cuckoo wants to be a star so she abandons her daughter Melody in the homely crow’s nest who, in turn, wants her brood of four, Do-ray, Me-Fa, So-La and Ti-Do, to be stars. She hires Mr. Bull Frog to train her children but Mr. Bull Frog thinks Melody cannot sing. Melody wants to sing too and she seeks the help of Senor Julio, the blind thrush. A contest is announced!
CUCKOO COOL COOL EXCERPT
PLACE : ANOTHER CORNER OF THE JUNGLE /TIME : DAY
CHARACTERS: MELODY/SENOR JULIO/BAT VAN FRIDAY.
Melody is singing as she walks in the jungle.
THIS IS THE LIFE!
Music,music,music,Music is my life.
Do, ray, Me, fa, so, la, ti do,
Melody is my life.
The seven notes of music
Are the wings that make me fly.
Fly, fly, till I touch the sky,
Touch the rainbow which spans my dreams
Violet, indigo,blue and yellow
orange,red and green serene.
As she hops and twirls she crashes into
a brown thrush who is wearing dark
glasses and has a blind man’s cane in
his hand. Walking with him is a bat,
wearing a cape, he also has fangs.
Oh, can’t you see?
Oh! I am sorry.
You are so beautiful, child. What are you doing alone in the jungle?
Oh, but…. How do you know I am beautiful, you are blind.
To see you don’t need eyes, a good heart is all you need,like my friend here. He, too can’t see but he takes me everywhere.
BAT VAN FRIDAY
Bat Van Friday at your service.
He smiles showing his fangs.
(taking a step back, little scared)
Don’t be scared child. He is a fruit bat,he only eats fruit and vegetables
BAT VAN FRIDAY
No meat for me.
Yes, yes, I couldn’t have hired you otherwise.
I heard you sing, you are a wonderful singer.
But Mr. Bull-Frog doesn’t think so.
And who is this Mr. Bull-Frog?
He teaches my brothers to sing but he thinks I don’t have a good voice.
Come close, my child, let me feel your throat.
(Melody goes close to him. He touches
her throat with his hands/wings)
Beautiful but it lacks strength.
Oh! How do I get strength.
For strength you need training and practice.
Will you train me?
Yes, but on two conditions?
You won’t tell anyone about me.
All right. And the second?
You can tell only one person about me, the person who is going to bring you here to learn. I don’t like to see little girls without a grown up with them.
(clapping her hand happily)
Of course, I know just who will bring me here. He’s into music too.
All right then, Bat Van Friday here will drop you to the edge of the jungle and pick you and your friend early in the morning tomorrow.
Senor Julio, at your service, chiquita.
Muchas gracias, Senor Julio.
She holds on to Bat Van Friday’s cape
who makes a revving sound and they both
zoom off the stage. Senor Julio waves
Adios, my child. See you tomorrow.
A funny book for ages eight to sixteen
THE SINGING BIRD
Story book for ages 8 to 16
An ambitious cuckoo abandons her gifted daughter in the homely crow’s nest, only to find out, too late, that her daughter’s talent surpasses her own. Melody, the gifted one, is one of God’s own, and her beautiful soul resonates with music and love and changes all those who come in touch with her.
Cuckoo is ambitious and avaricious and abandons her egg in Maggie, the crow’s nest. Maggie has aspirations for her brood of four and hopefully names them Do-ray Me-far, So-la, and Ti-do after the seven notes of music and even hires Monsieur Tar-tar, the frog with a VOICE, to train them. The hapless animals of Jungle-Land try various tricks to deal with the din until a contest announced by the despotic King Koo-Toot sends them flying to the Land of Birds. Here, Melody competes against her biological mother who tries every trick to trounce her until she realizes Melody is her own daughter. The antics of a menagerie of wacky animals add laughter to this roller coaster of fun and frolic
Crafty Kuukuu gets magic potion for her throat
“We will see who dare take my place “she later ranted to her bird-in waiting as she paced up and down . “ I have a lot of tricks tucked under my wings and I will use every means, fair or foul, to crush anyone who dare come in my way!!” she screamed. Just then her attention was drawn to the Television .A nightingale was coughing and clawing her throat. Then a green vial with a sparkling green liquid appeared floating in the air towards her .She clutched at the vial and glug , glug , glug , emptied it one breath.
And lo behold , the nightingale was warbling away like there was no tomorrow. A caption appeared — THE MAGIC POTION FOR SORE THROAT – FOWLIS ‘FAIR. Get your bottle today and be rid of the cat –got- your- tongue feeling evermore. Manufactured by the SINGSONG company in China. Approval awaited by the Foul Drug Administration (FDA).
“This is what I need right away “Kuukuuuu exclaimed “and I can’t be bothered to wait for any approval.”
She called for her two spies, a chattering magpie and a thieving jackdaw. The two fluttered in. The magpie, which could not help chattering launched into a spiel right away. “Good evening Madame. What a delightful evening. We are honored to be of service to you.
Just the other day I was telling my friend, Mr. Jack Dawson, it has been a long time since we have had the pleasure of meeting Madame Kuukuu. I hope she has not forgotten us .And lo behold, you sent for us. And I thought to myself, Ash what the heart wishes for, the cosmic vibrations…”
Kuukuu who was tapping her feet impatiently, cut her short, “Oh stop your foolish chatter, you silly bird. Listen to me both of you.
I want you to go and steal the new magic potion FAIRIS FOWL from China. So get ready to travel at once. “The Jackdaw who was much more practical and a bird of few words merely said, “We will need payment and an expense account.”
“Of course “said Kuukuu sarcastically “I knew you would bring that up. I am not expecting any free service from the likes of you. ”
“Oh no no no, that is not fair Madame. We are humble birds but we have a home and family to feed. I, myself, have seven children. There is Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday” said Magpie.
Mrs Magpie and family Mrs Magpie and family
” I can guess the names of the other three,” said Kuukuu sarcastically, ”and I am not interested in your noisy brood. Don’t give me an earache and just go and get the potion. I will instruct the treasury to give you the necessary amount. Now go, you are giving me a headache” Kuukuu said rudely.
The jackdaw and the magpie turned to fly away but as was his habit the jackdaw had put away a little silver bric-a-brac in his pocket. When he reached the door the maid –in-waiting stopped him and held out her hand. The jackdaw dipped in his pocket and returned the silver ornament to her.
“Force of habit” he said sourly.
Then the dour Mr. Jack Dawson and the chattering magpie flew away.
Kuukuu could hear Magpie chattering as she flew off and sighed deeply. “Is it my fate to be surrounded by a bunch of silly, ignorant, bird brains and thieving rascals,” she thought. It was obvious she was not aware of the phrase that you and I know that, Birds of a feather flock together. Good guys stay with good guys and bad guys find each other to hang out.
A comedy play for all, big
Crafty Cuckoo abandons Melody in kind Caw-Gee, the homely crow’s nest who, in turn, desperately wants her brood of four – Doray, Mefar, Sola and Tidoo, to be stars. She solicits Mr. Rabid’s assistance whose booming baritone only adds to the din in the jungle much to the consternation of the creatures of Jungle-land who try to run him out of the jungle but fail in their attempts. However, a contest is announced by the Kite-King where Melody and her brothers are pitted against, not only creatures from all over the world but also against Melody’s mother, Cuckoo. The shenanigans of Cuckoo, Mr. Rabid, Guru- Godman, the conniving crane and a host of wacky creatures, even an alien, reveal hard truths even as it take the readers on a roller-coaster ride of fun and frolic .
MELODY (little cuckoo)
It’s tea time and snacks for everyone.
There are carrots for the rabbits, a long, green chilly for the parrot, a few spinach leaves for the deer and for the peacock there are some brown noodles that look like earth worms. For the butterflies they are some flowers with a straw
stuck in the center of each flower. For the crows there are pizzas, burgers and colas. All the creatures eat and drink.
MR. RABID (the tuneless toad)
“Ladies and gentlemen creatures. I see that you like our music.”
LAUREL (rabbit one)
“Do we have choice in the matter?”
(Twisting both his ears with a
“Mr. Rabid ! Control your self. You have to watch your blood pressure. You might…..”
(to Flow-jo). image
“Burst like a big, fat balloon.”
FLOW-JO (the fashion conscious deer) laughs and then tries to stifle her laughter.
(in a wild temper now)
“Go on laugh away. You, modern, fashionable folks can do little else. What else do you know except to bare your teeth and grin like apes.”
(Banana-drama can react here)
“Get a hold on yourself Mr. Rabid. Please don’t be angry with them. They are all jealous of your talent. I am sure your pupils will get the first prize. That will shut them up.”
DO-RAY (CAW-GEE’S son 1)
“Yes, sir, please don’t worry. We are sure to make you famous all over the world.”
ME-FAR (CAW-GEE’S son 2)
“The world of music will remember you for ever and for ever.”
TI-DO (CAW-GEE’S daughter3)
“And we’ll be big stars too. Everyone will look at us and sing, Twinkle, twinkle little stars,”
SO-LA (CAW-GEE’S son 4)
“How I wonder what you are.”
“Twinkle, twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are.”
“Mom, I want to be a star too.”
The crows are silent and look at each
“You, don’t know how to sing. Everyone will laugh at you.”
“And then, no one’s going to take us seriously too because you are tagging along with us.”
“Ko hooo, Boo, hoo.”
“Oh, Melody. Don’t cry baby. You will take part in the contest. I’ll see who dares stop you from participating.”
Mr. Rabid who had opened his mouth to say something shuts it hastily.
“Mom, if she wants to be a part of the contest she can but only after we are done.”
“Because, if the audience runs away after hearing her song who is going to listen to us then,duh!”
“Don’t be mean So-La!”
“Melody, you can help us okay, back-stage, but don’t you dare open your beak to sing.”
“Stop it, all of you. If Melody wants to be in the contet she’s going to get her chance too.” image
“Yes, one must dance when one gets the chance. I think I will take part in the contest too. After all, I am trained classical dancer from India.”
(Flow-Jo bats her eye lashes)
“And I think I will present a couple of my items too. How long can I hide my talent from the world!”
“This contest is not for grinning apes and copy cats.”
“And why not? If tuneless and ugly artistes can participate then why not copy cats?”
“Ribbid! Ribbid! Hold your tongue you mangy bird or I will tear and crush your beautiful feathers which you so proudly display.”
Are you capable of anything else? You are jealous of me because neither do you have looks, nor talent. All you know is to croak in the rains- ribbid, ribbid, and that’s what you are teaching these poor crows.”
“Oh, I see. So that’s what you think of me. I am not going to leave any of you. You will all have to pay for this insult.”
(desperately trying to calm Mr.Rabid)
“Mr. Rabid, calm down, please calm down or you will get sick.”
“I hope he goes for a long spell to the hospital. Then we can have some peace and quiet in the jungle. He is such a bore. I am sick to my teeth of his infernal racket.”
“Ribbid! Ribbid!The cheek of this monkey. He wants to send me to the hospital. I am going to fix him first.”
“Mr. Rabid! Please, pretty please, calm down. We should all live in the jungle in peace and quiet.”
“Now there is going to be peace and quiet after I have taught each one of these creatures a lesson and kicked them out of the jungle.”
“And what if we all got together and threw you out, then whatare you going to do?”
(to all the creatures)
“Be quiet,all of you. Who told you creatures to poke your nose in our affairs. Apologize to Mr. Rabid at once. You have hurt his feelings.”
“And what about him. He has shattered the peace and quiet of the jungle, what about that, huh?”
“Yes, and once when I was flying a little low he flicked his long tongue and tried to catch me. I was so scared, I swear.”
“Come on, you liar.”
“No, of course not I am telling the truth.”
(addressing the other
“Ask them, aren’t I telling the truth?”
All the butterflies nod their heads vigorously.
“True,absolutely true. He hides in the grass and whenever he gets the chance he flicks out his tongue to catch us.”
Caw- gee looks at Mr. Rabid.
(trying to cover his
“What’s got into these butterflies?”
(Looking at Banana-Drama)
“This is all this monkey’s tricks to throw me out of the
jungle. He has no talent to speak of and that’s why he is
envious of me.”
“Just exactly what talent do you have dude? You have one
talent and that you don’t need air to puff up like a balloon but all I have to do is stick a pin in you and you will deflate – Whooooooooooosh.”
All the animals laugh uproariously and
Mr. Rabid hops up and down and says
“Ribbid” Ribbid” many times.
Caw-Gee claps her hand/wings and says
(Clapping her wings/hands)
(Addressing all the creatures)
“What has got in to all of you? Is this your culture? Is this civilized?”
“Culture and Civilization can boil themselves in oil, for all we care, Madam. I mean, everything has its limits. And this critter here has crossed all limits. And now we are not going to keep quiet. We are going to shout and scream and burst his ear drums so that he knows too what we go through day in and day out.”
(brings her hand/wings together
to pacify him)
“Brothers, I beg you, put an end to this quarrel. Look, the
sun is about to set. It’s time to sleep peacefully in our
homes. The morrow’s sun will bring a new day when we can live in peace and harmony with each other.”
“That’s is possible only if this critter here refrains from
shattering the peace of the jungle or we restrain him.”
“No, no, no, my friends. Please be patient. He is just a
little hot tempered but he is very warm-hearted other wise.
He will make our jungle famous one day, you wait and watch.”
“Caw-nee,( pronouncing it as corny) I mean Caw-Gee. You are
partial to him today but one day you are going to regret
this. He will take a deep breath and plunge into the water
leaving you to face the music.”
“Don’t say that, my son. He is an artiste and artistes are
“He’s not simple, he’s a pimple, an ugly boil on the face of the earth but by the time you realize this it may be too
(bringing her wings/hand
together in the attitude of a
“Order, order. Or you will be behind bars for disturbing the peace of the community.”
“Behind bars. Whatever is that”
“It means to drink so much that you can’t see what is right
and what is wrong. You are cool with everything, even their
“But, we don’t mind looking at them, we just don’t want to
hear them, especially when they start singing.”
“What are you both muttering about? To throw behind bars means to send you to jail, to lock you up, to put you in the slammer.”
“Ooooooooh! Who does Caw-Gee want to lock up?”
“Caw- Gee wants to lock all of us up because she wants her
kids to be stars and since we don’t like their music she
“I see. If Caw-Gee wants her kids to be stars then what will Mr. Rabid be?”
“Well, he’s round and full, so he’s a moon, dude.”
“No way, The moon’s too good for him, he’s just a pumpkin, the one you see on Halloween.”
All the animals laugh uproariously. Mr.Rabid hops up and down, furious.
“Why does he keep croaking ribbid, ribbid? What does it mean?”
“It means that when you don’t know what you want say you cover it up by jumping up and down and shouting ribbid, ribbid.”
“No, no, Ribbid means….”
“Yes, yes, my child I completely forgot where the matter all began and look, where it has all ended. I am sorry to say the world is not too kind to a single mom who is only trying to do what’s best for her children.”
“No, no, Caw-Gee, that’s not true. We are all happy for Do-ray,Me-far, So-la and Ti-do but….
“But, we only object to a certain individual who is only wants to confuse you so he can get what he wants.”
“Ya man, Kaw-Nee ( pronounced Corny), I mean Kaw-Gee. We are all talented man in our own way. But, suppose someone is not talented and the other person tries to thrust talent down his throat then that’s not cool, man.”
(jumping up and down angrily)
“How can you say that, you ape, that my pupils have no talent.I’ll show you. What do you know about talent, anyway, you copy cat!”
Mr. Rabid’s eyes are bulging with anger and his tongue is lolling out.
“Careful dude, watch your step man or I’ll pull out your
tongue which helps to put food in your stomach. I( pointing
to Caw-gee) was talking to her, not to you.”
“What do you mean? I didn’t understand.”
“I was telling her that she has thrust the title of artiste on you when you don’t have no talent man.”
“What did you say? I don’t have any talent. For your
information I won the first prize in a huge musical show.”
“We know all about that. It was just a show for frogs and that too during the monsoon when all the creatures were hiding from the rains.”
And to top it, all the frogs find a well so that no other
creature can participate in the contest.”
“Fair- weather frogs , oops, I mean rainy- weather frogs find a deep well and croak away to glory and then pat each other on the backs and divide the prize amongst themselves.”
“Yup, these kind of shenanigans are the speciality of film
festivals and award functions. They are one big family who
award each other at the function and then come back happily
to party the night away.”
“Yes, and the rest of the world can boil themselves in oil, image
for all they care.”
“What is this boil in oil, boil in oil, that you go on about?”
“Oh, the whole world moves on oiled wheels, don’t you know
that? Oil is really important. If there is no oil, the whole world will come to a stand still. But what do these frogs care? They are just happy croaking away!”
“But what does ribbid mean?”
(all the creatures look at her)
“Yes, my child, you will be in the contest too.”
ALL THE CROWS
“Quiet, all of you. If Melody was to compete in the contest,then she is going to get her chance.”
ALL THE CROWS
“No way Mom! What will everyone think?”
“Quiet,not a word from you. Aren’t you ashamed of yourselves?”
“You start your practise, child.”
(She leaves, shaking her head, grumbling
“To bring up children is quite a task. It’s not easy being a single mom.”
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Screenplay or scream with fun play for ALL
A cuckoo who wants to sing…..
Melody is born to sing but, unfortunately Monsieur Bull Brass, the frog with the VOICE, thinks she is quite of out of tune and not in sync with his pupils, the four crows, Do-ray, Me-Far, So-la, Ti-doo. Disconsolate, Melody wanders off into the deep jungle where she meets her mentor and teacher, the blind thrush, Senor Julio, who takes her under his wings. One day Melody is pitted against her own mother who had abandoned her so that she can become a star in King Tweety -Fruity’s kingdom. Melody wins the contest but can she be happy in a golden cage ?
There is huge crowd outside the venue. Flash bulbs are popping as photographers take photos of the crowd streaming in. A red carpet is laid out for the contestants. An Ostrich wearing a halter gown and chandelier ear-rings, O-Zee Van Too Die-Rich Two stands in front of the venue facing a television camera operated by the PANDA and the mike by the GIRAFFE who is so tall the mike keeps shaking and moving and appears in the frame much to the disgust of the PANDA who keeps making disgusted sounds and signaling to him frantically.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO
“It’s a glorious day in the LAND OF BIRDS. Musicians from all over the world are streaming in to participate in this fabulous contest organized under the benevolence of the wise and kind ruler of this land, the all gracious, all wonderful, KING COO-TWEET-TOOT-TOOT, FRUIT-TWEET-TOOT-TOOT, SWEET-TOOT-TOOT-TOOT, AL-AMEN, loved by all, and affectionately called King Tweety-Fruity by his loving subjects. Let us talk to a few of the participants who are now coming in and ask them their feelings on this momentous occasion. Ah here’s the lovely Luke-Loo Lark-Wings.”
An ethereal looking lark appears, on the TV screen as well.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO (CONT’D)
”Hi Luke-Loo Lark-Wings, what are your thoughts on this momentous occasion. Are you nervous?”
Hi, I am here for a lark. So no question of any nervousness”.
She gives a tinkling laugh and sweeps away.
An elephant is arriving holding a little trumpet.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO”
Ah, here’s Patch-Edam. Hey Patch-Edam, how come you are alone. Where’s the rest of your team?”
“I am blowing my own trumpet this time.”
He lumbers off. O-Zee laughs.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO
“I guess he didn’t realize what he just said. But, look whose here? THE BEAR-ALL BAND. Let’s see what they have to say.”
Four brown bears are lumbering in holding different instruments including a bag-pipe.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO (CONT’D)
“Will you be playing a Scottish tune tonight?”
ONE OF THE BEARS
“Not really, but this bag pipe makes a fine bag to carry sundry items like bee hives. See the bee are inside and can’t get out but we can just tilt this and… (he demonstrates)
“Out comes the honey which we need to restore our self in this grueling contest.”
They lumber off.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO
“What an interesting invention. I am sure their song will be just as interesting. I believe it’s called, “Grin and Bear It”. Ha ha, I hope we won’t be doing that through the song.”
Then she gives an exclamation.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO (CONT’D)
“Oh, look, it’s the court singer, Cuckoo-Cool. Let’s get a few words of advice from her for the other contestants.”
Mrs Magpie and family Mrs Magpie and family
Cuckoo can be seen arriving with Stella hovering in the background.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO (CONT’D)
“Madame Cuckoo Cool, great to see you here. Any wise words for our contestants?”
“Well, I wish them all the best. But, it is survival of the fittest and I am feeling as fit as a fiddle. But at least the others will learn something from me so that they can try and wrest the crown from me next year. That’s show-business.”
She sweeps away holding her clutch purse above her head to say bye to O-Zee who turns back to face the camera
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO
“More like show-off business, in her case. I tell you. It’s almost time for KING COO-TWEET-TOOT-TOOT, FRUIT-TWEET-TOOT-TOOT, SWEET-TOOT-TOOT-TOOT, AL-AMEN, alias King Tweety-Fruity to arrive. But wait, we have time for one more interview. Here is the CAW-BAND with their teacher Monsieur Bull-Brass.”
We see the CAW-BAND and Monsieur Bull-Brass puffed up with importance standing.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO (CONT’D)”Ah! Monsieur Bull-Brass, a few words from the leading singer from France. MONSIEUR BULL BRASS (so excited he can hardly speak)
“CROAK, CROAK, CROAK.”
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO
“What was that, I couldn’t quite understand. I’m afraid I don’t understand French.”
She turns away. Monsieur Bull Brass deflates.
O-ZEE VAN TOO DIE-RICH TWO (CONT’D)
“Yes, we have run out of time. Let’s move inside the hall. I believe our beloved ruler,
KING TWEETY-FRUITY, has also arrived.”
The PANDA lowers the camera and crooks his finger to the giraffe who has been holding the mike in the frame intermittently. The PANDA is seething.
“Because of you we have lost the job to be on screen. Now, with your inefficient ways I can see that we are going to lose this job too. Why can’t your father get you a job like picking fruit or something more suitable?”
“Then what happened?”
“I kept eating the fruits we were plucking.”
The PANDA is trying to pull the mike from the giraffe who is resisting.
EXT – SKY – NIGHT
“Senor Julio is perched on Bat Van Friday’s back and they are making good time.”
“I think we are almost there. I can see the lights of the venue where they are going to perform.”
BAT VAN FRIDAY
“How can you see? I thought you were blind like me.”
SENOR JULIO”I am. But whenever there is an intense light as in the stadium below my pupils react to the light. This leads me to think that my affliction is not incurable even though none of the doctors can find the nerve that was damaged.”
BAT VAN FRIDAY
“Well, you never know what can happen with these things. Though I wish I could find out what I am. This not knowing is driving me nuts. I don’t know where I belong, with the birds or with the beasts.”
“It’s called an identity crisis. You will find out. Now, step on it, I have a feeling Melody needs us.”
There is a sound of engine revving and Bat Van Friday zooms off.