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jiMmy cOcaiNe (pronounced ko-ka-i-na)

Posted in Uncategorized by gkhiangte on February 7, 2009

[ This is a one act play that I had to write as part of our internal assignments back in college. It is not a true story but something that I just cooked up for a grade.]


Act 1

Scene 1

The curtain opens and reveals a stage which is divided into two parts. On the left half of the stage, there is a small bed with toys on it. A pink cupboard is on the left side of the bed and there is a window next to it. On the right half of the stage, there is a living room with a green sofa and a television set in front of it.
It is night time and a six year old girl named Haley with freckles and two ponytails is quietly reciting her prayers by her bedside. Then, she hears loud screams from the living room. Haley jumps up on her bed and holds her elephant soft toy tightly.
Haley’s mom and dad are having their usual fight over her dad’s drinking habits. Haley’s dad is sitting on the sofa watching tv while her mom is standing next to him yelling at him for coming home drunk.


Mom: I’m so sick and tired of you coming home late at night smelling like some dead rabbit. Why can’t you be sober for one day at least?


Dad: O woman, would you please shut up?  Now where is my little baby Haley? Daddy needs a good night kiss.


Mom: Oh no you don’t! Don’t you dare go to her! Go straight to bed.


Dad: What?  I can’t even see my own daughter?


He gets up and walks drunkenly towards Haley’s room


No woman tells me what to do!


Mom: No, get back here, don’t disturb her, you hear me?


Dad knocks on Haley’s door


Dad: Haley honey, you still up? Daddy got you something tonight. Can I come in?


He opens the door and gets in. Haley quickly tucks herself in and pretends to sleep. Mom and dad are now in the room. Dad looks at Haley and kneels down beside her bed to give her a kiss on her forehead. Mom desperately looks on


Mom: Don’t let her smell you! Don’t wake her up now.


Dad: Here, I got a little fish pet for you. You always wanted it right?


Dad reaches out from his coat pocket a fish wrapped in a plastic bag. Mom gasps. The fish had died because the water had leaked. Dad giggles helplessly.


Dad: O, well, I’ll get you another one tomorrow. Goodnight sweetheart!


He gets up and walks out of the room.
 Curtain closes


Scene 2

Morning comes and Haley’s dad is lying on the sofa. Little Haley gets up from her bed and peeps out of her door. She goes out slowly to see her father. When she comes closer to him, she notices that something is wrong. Haley’s dad does not move.

Haley: Dad! Wake up Daddy, wake up!


Haley’s mother enters the living room from the right side of the stage.


Mom: Oh Haley, don’t wake him up now. He’s probably knocked out again. Come on, I’ll fix u breakfast.


Haley: No mummy, something’s funny about daddy. He’s not breathing.


Mom rushes to him and checks his pulse. She hugs Haley and starts weeping.


Mom: Daddy is no more, honey… I’m so sorry..


Curtain closes.


Scene 3

A dark gloomy day at the Waderby’s. Haley’s room is changed. Her bed is a little bigger. Her pink cupboard has been covered up with rock star posters and her walls are decorated with photographs and posters. Her room is dark and grim except for a little ray of light coming from between the curtains hanging in her window. Haley is writing something in her diary. She seems pensive and agitated to finish her writing. She frantically scratches her arm and looks around the room as if someone would come to take her away. She bites the tip of her pencil every now and then. Suddenly, there is a loud knock on her door. She turns around looking desperate.


Haley: Who is it?


The knock continues..


Haley: I’m really busy right now. Could you come back later?


Voice from behind the door: I don’t think you want that Haley dear, what’s the matter? Don’t you want to play with me anymore?


Haley: It’s not that. It’s just that I’ve been busy lately. I need to finish my assignments today.


Man enters the room


Jimmy: Forget assignments. I’ve come to spend the day with you and this is what I get? A lousy excuse to keep me away? What’s the matter? Isn’t it fun anymore? Do you have a new friend?


Haley: It’s not that, Jimmy. I can’t hang out with you today..


Jimmy: It’s that new guy in town, isn’t it? I’ve seen you two getting real cozy these days. Why are you pushing me away? Don’t I make you happy?


Jimmy caresses Haley’s neck




Haley: Yes, we had good times, but I can’t hang out with you anymore. I want different things in life. You’re not helping ’cause all we do when we’re together is fool around. You never take things seriously.


Jimmy: I thought that was what you wanted. You said you don’t want to feel the pain..


Jimmy lays down a line of white powder for her on the table and whispers slowly to Haley’s ear


Jimmy: I know you want me baby! Don’t be afraid. Relax, it’s just one of those days. You’ll feel much better in a while. Just breathe in…


Haley: No, you can’t make me do this


Jimmy: shhh!! Hush! It’s ok, take a deep breath


Haley: No no!


Jimmy: Close your eyes and think of all the fun you’d get if you just take a sniff


Haley inhales deeply


Jimmy: That’s it, relax and sit back..


With that, Haley goes into the deepest sleep she never had.


Jimmy takes Haley’s diary and reads out loud


Jimmy: Help me! Somebody, anybody. I really want to get out of this shit. I want to stay clean. I want to feel wanted and accepted. I need someone to talk to. I want to laugh. I want to live….Help me please!


Jimmy chuckles


Jimmy: So, you called me ‘a little monster in your head’? Too bad no one’s going to read this now, Haley. It’s been a pleasure working with you, but I really must go now, my friends are waiting.


He chuckles again and bends down to kiss Haley on her forehead. He goes out of the room with the diary looking pleased with his latest victory.


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mu tawh rawh

Posted in Uncategorized by gkhiangte on February 5, 2009

kan nun hi chu ava han letling tak em!

mut nachang hre lo, thawh nachang hre lo

high school ka luh lai kha chuan ka ni lo asin mawle

tunah erawh khawvel pangpar huan emaw ti maia

ka lo khawsa ta hi, a pawi ber mai

hun vawn dik a tul ta, ka nun siam that a ngai ta

chutilo zawng ka thau lutuk dawn

zanlai riltam hunlo taka ka ril a tam tlat mai thin te hi!!

a pawi ani a pawi ani

zing ni chhuak hmu lo, tlai ni tla mu bawk hek lo

khawvel hi a lo buai zo ta..

tunah pawh hian mi pangai te chu an mu fel diam tawh awm sia

kei ve hi chu ka la chhu tlauh tlauh mai si

hun vawn dik ka va duh em


Posted in Uncategorized by gkhiangte on February 5, 2009

fuck monday blues!

It’s blue everyday of my life.
I’m colour blind, don’t really care.
Can’t tell much of a difference.

I rehearse my speech just to apologise
I would’nt forgive me if I were you.

Sorry to bug you, but I need some help.
I got no fuel in my car, I got no cash.
Please hear me out before you shut the door.
Oh! Alright I guess I better take a rain check then.


Posted in Uncategorized by gkhiangte on February 5, 2009

Hold me now, I need to feel you
Tell me how you want to love me
Teach me all the things that you know
I would learn all these in no time

Pinch me quick, I need to wake up
This poor life, I need to give up
Forgive me, don’t ever break me
Hold me tight, don’t ever leave me

Burn me now, what more do you want?
Slap me hard, I need this to feel real
Tell me what you need to tell me
Please don’t go, I need you to feel me.

a fOur liNer fOr a strIpPer

Posted in Uncategorized by gkhiangte on February 5, 2009

Pretty girl, don’t let your life go down the drain
Don’t think for one minute that you’re insane
Wear that pink skirt and those glass slippers
Walk the line just because you can

cAfFeine aNd niCotiNe

Posted in Uncategorized by gkhiangte on February 5, 2009

I need strength to carry on
I need help from friends I’ve known
The city sleeps while I’m still smoking
The city wakes and I’m still watching
How they run about like busy bees
Wonder if they’ll ever think of me
Walking down the lonely street,
Hoping my friends and I would meet
Dreams are nothing but dreams
It doesn’t help if I scream

I’m sipping some coffee with a cigarette in my hand
Time passes by so quickly, I think I understand
How things could go right even though they are wrong
It doesn’t help to talk, It doesn’t help to scream
“My coffee and cigarettes,” that’s all I need.

I was told to greet everyone with a happy face
I was told to tell them that they were great
I’m not saying that I’m honest but I can’t pretend
My friends say I’m fine but I don’t need ‘just fine’
“My coffee and cigarettes,” that’s all I need.

sWitcH iT oFf!

Posted in Uncategorized by gkhiangte on February 5, 2009

lately, i have realised that it has become very difficult to switch off my mobile phone. it does not matter if i don’t receive a message or a call, i need to switch it on. i realise that every time i get an sms, i immediately look at it, whether i’m in class or whether i’m in the middle of a conversation with a friend. now, i know this is an impolite habit, but it is very hard to resist the temptation of reaching for my phone and checking out the message. in reality, most of the time these messages that come are mundane, not so significant “where are you?” “what are you doing?” “let’s go have tea” kind of messages. of course, i’m not saying that these are unnecessary. it is very essential for our communication and relation to send each other such kind of smses. the only problem is that we should know when and how we should use the device that man has made.

for instance, it is not cool to use a phone when your best friend is sitting with you. you can either make the call later, or politely excuse yourself if it’s important or make sure that you’re not on the phone for long.

i also hate the fact that i wake up to every beep that my phone makes. i still know even if i keep it on vibration. the likely solution would be to just switch it off. but, no! that would be insane, not vogue and totally not cool!

it is exactly for this reason, this lack of self control and self censorship that keeps me bothered. it has become clear that i’m letting this small, communicative technology control my life. man has become controlled by his creation. this is a very bad power struggle. how can i ever let a machine take control over me?

it is time to limit my cell phone use and abuse. it is time for me to take control. it is time to engage in animated conversations with my friends over a cup of tea, with my cell phone switched off!

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i am not thin

Posted in Uncategorized by gkhiangte on February 3, 2009

I am officially fat!


i hate it i hate it

i used to hate those who are horizontally challenged

now i am one of them,

maybe it God’s way of teaching me a lesson not to discriminate people..

god, if you are reading, i promise i’ll love and respect evrybody no matter what size!

please i need to slim down and lose weight..

these “love handles” that i have gained, i wanna lose them..

i want my body back!!