especially ones that are written by a man with no poetic talent.
Here I try my hand at being a playwright, and here is a play in parts, at first glance it may seem like a comedy but is in fact not.
Ken Haywood: An American National living in Mumbai whose internet connection was used to send some Terror related emails. He
Various incompetent Police officers: who were involved and contributed to the whole mess.
The Highly Intelligent Immigration officer who let Kenneth flee.
Somewhere in a press Conference in Mumbai
Random Journalist: Sir how could you let Ken Haywood flee ?
Senior official: Who ?
RJ: Why did you not impound his passport ?
SO1: What ?
A day earlier, at IGI airport a random immigration counter.
Immigration Officer: Yes, Mr Kenneth haywood, a one way ticket to the US I see.
Ken Haywood: [nervous but trying his best not to show it.] er... yes.
IO: Welcome to India sir!
KH: [Confused] Huh ?
IO: Hey, I see you somewhere!
KH: [mumbles] no
IO: Oh yes, I remember, I see you on TV you with police, yes ?
KH: [Dejectedly; thinks his game is up] yeah.
IO: Did you catch the criminal sir ?
KHL: Huh ?
IO: Oh I see, top secret is it ?
KH: er... yes yes, top secret [pulls trigger on imaginary gun formed with his fingers and blows away the imaginary smoke before winking].
IO: Very nice sir, very nice! Here you go sir, your passport and your ticket, hope you like my country, have fun.
KH: Huh?... Ok.
Random passerby after hearing the news on the TV
RP: Awesome, He could have gone to the airport with "Arrest me" tattooed on his forehead and he still would not have been caught.
RP#2: haha, yeah, freaking useless pigs.