The Magan Monologues: An Introduction

The Magan Monologues Much happens in the non-mofussil Mumbai city with vague parties and inane meetings that do nothing intellectual for sure but definitely hold potential to fatten the body.

That’s one world - of the rich, the filmi and the famous.

Much happens in the claustrophobia of structures called slums where vague parties and inane meetings materialize in paan shops or narrow lanes outside matchbox houses.

That’s another world - of dreams, of fight for a Rupee, of insect-like existence.

Much happens in big Lok Sabhas and Raj Sabhas where ministers wallowing in self interests decide the fate of the Nation.

Yet another world - of total power, total corruption and total chaos.

Much happens on the streets, under a tree, on a bus-stop, in trains, in markets, in coffee houses, in offices, in the lift, outside the lift, on platforms, in movie halls, in movies, in books, in homes, with the devil, with God, in hotels, in parks, in schools, in play grounds, in banks....the list can go ever and ever on.

Having said all that, I introduce my protagonist ‘Magan’, with an indelible ‘Made in Mumbai’ stamp on him, who observes these different worlds around him and understands them for all their charades (that’s all he does since he is out of a job.)....and presents his wit- bit in what he likes to call ‘The Magan Monologues’.

The Caterpillar said to Alice “Come back here I have something important to say...” Follow the yellow brick road...

Truly,

Magan