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(Stands up, takes off his glasses, looks directly at the audience) ശരിക്കും പറഞ്ഞാൽ, We are all benches. Waiting for someone to sit. Waiting for someone to notice. Waiting for that one file to close. But nothing closes. Nothing moves. Except time. And time just filed a note: "Chandran, retired. Pending further action."
(Sits back down. Opens a file. Reads.) "Action initiated. Pending further action." (closes file slowly) My autobiography. Same title.
(Gets up, walks to the front of the stage) I am Chandran. Fifty-three years. Twenty-nine years, seven months, and eleven days in this department. My only promotion: from 'bench-sitter' to 'bench-file-handler'. malayalam monoact script
(He picks up the phone, dials, speaks in a monotone) "Sir, bench shift file... athu... yes. Waiting for your approval. Hm? Hm. Hm. Yes, sir." (keeps the phone down) He said, "Do the needful." What need? Whose need? The bench doesn't need to move. The bench is happy. I am not.
(Long pause. Then, softly) But today... today something is different. I can feel it. Maybe it's the humidity. Maybe it's that dream I had last night—I was the bench. People sat on me. I didn't move. I didn't complain. I just... held them. (Stands up, takes off his glasses, looks directly
(He picks up his bag, looks at the phone once, then at the files. Smiles. Walks slowly towards the exit.) Bench file... still pending.
(He laughs. Then silence.) എനിക്കൊരു വിളംബരമുണ്ട്. (clears throat, stands straight) "I, Chandran, clerk, do hereby announce—I am shifting myself. From this desk. To life." Waiting for that one file to close
A slow, humid Monday afternoon. [Script begins] CHANDRAN (sitting, adjusting his glasses, staring at a file) "File number 124/23... Regarding the shifting of a bench from the east side of the veranda to the west side." (laughs dryly) ഇതിന് രണ്ടു വർഷമായി. Two years. This bench hasn't moved. But the file has travelled—section to section, table to table. Like a pilgrim. A bench pilgrim.