Rahim Murge Pe Mat Ro - Devashish Makhija

“RAHIM MURGE PE MAT RO” (on the visual of the chicken’s throat being slit…) Naam Rahim, Rahim Murga (the slit chicken is thrown in the drum, the thrashing and squawking begins, as we start seeing the chicken’s life in intercuts…) Umar egyaarah mahine, kuchh din. Baap ka naam bhool gaya. Biwiyon ke yaad hain. Noor, Ismat, Fatima aur Dolly. Pehli shaadi baap ne karvaayi. Doosri se pyaar ho gaya thha. Bagal ke pinjre mein rehti thhi. Teesri khud palle padi. Chauthi, Dolly, aadhi Portugese hai. Cooperative ke ik karamchaari ne match fix karaya. Unhein andey jo chahiye thhe. Subah subah kukdoo-koon. Baaki ke murge meri awaaz par uthte. Suraj chadhte daana chugta. Aur phir lag jaata Noor, phir Ismat, phir Fatima, aur Dolly ke saath. Andey banaane ka kaarkhaana thha Rahim Murga. Bees andon se bacche toot nikle. Baaki ek sau pachhattar ke suna hai ‘omelette’ aur ‘half-fry’ baney ya voh ubaaley gaye. Yeh yahaan mera halaal hote dikh raha hai aap ko. Dard toh zabardast hota hai. Par ek pinjre mein zindagi bhar baithe andon ka upaj karne ke baad aise jaana jhatke mein jaane se toh behtar hai. Pair aur par bindaas hilaaye, naacha, thhap-thhapaaya, cheekha, chillaaya aur lambi taan ke so gaya. (the chicken goes sort of still with the squawking dying out…) Thoda sa dard hua toh kya? Isey kehte hain marna. Rahim Murga ab khush hai. Rahim Murge pe mat ro. FINIS (Play the film in reverse over the VO? From death to birth? And then back to dead chicken… full circle? To epitomise the age old conundrum – which came first – chicken or egg! Dimaag ka dahi!)

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