They say are mighty fine; They say are mighty fine;
You can use them as shoelaces, They give you marks one hundred
Or as a fishing line And minus ninety-nine.
The chappathis at my boarding school,
They say are mighty fine:
You bite them in one corner,
Your teeth are left behind The Hindu: 12 June 2004
46) The Peril of Marketing …………. An one-act play by C.D.Norman -
dt. 12 June 2004
Characters:- He Locale: Home Situation: He is back from
the market bringing
bags fill of things.
He: Hi, Where are you, I am back from the market. Come, see what I have bought.
She: (from behind the stage) I heard you coming in. Have you brought all that I wanted?
He: Well, I kept on repeating your list of purchases, in my mind until I was nearly knocked down by an auto while crossing the road.
She: (comes into the scene) I know, you always have been careless, walking on the road.
He; Wouldn’t you like to see what I have brought?
She: (goes through the articles displayed on the kitchen table; picks up a transparent plastic packet stuffed with something.) What is this?
He: Mutton, of course.
She: Looks like all bones and fat. Are you sure you asked for mutton and not bones?
He: Oh! dear. I saw him cutting out a chunk from the leg of mutton.
She: And added bones for good measure?
And who asked you to buy potatoes? We already have enough here, rotting.
He: I’m sorry I mixed up onion and potato in my mind.
She: So you haven’t bought onions, you may have to go again. No onions in the basket here.
He: Well, if I have to, I will. I am a retired person. No hurry to office or anywhere.
She: You were the same even when you were working.
Now, where did you find these sparrow’s eggs?
He: Oh! Dear. They are hen’s eggs, no doubt. They may be a bit small in size. They are not
sparrow’s eggs, surely.
She: I suppose they keep them specially for retired men who cannot see the difference between a