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Hand Pump Ka Pani

Hand Pump Ka Pani - One Act Play in Hindi
Place: Any Indian Reserve Forest
Time: Present Age, Early Winter, Day time.




Characters:

    Yamini (Protagonist):  Age: 34. Is a house wife and but a botanist by passion. She loves nature and flowers.
Dressed:  Kurta and leggings.

Dr. Bhaskar:  Age 31.  A Phd holder in English literature. He is a boastful person who thinks himself as Mr. Know all.
Dressed: Track pant and T shirt.

 Anju: Age. 25.  Is a modern girl. She is a Techie. She thinks herself as very beautiful.
Dressed: Jeans and T shirt

Naveen: Age 27.  Is a sportive man and is a former body building champion and is a trekking guide.
Dressed: 3/4th & T shirt

Sambhu: Age 21.  A college student and an admirer of Naveen.
Dressed: 3/4th & T shirt

An Old Lady:  A mysterious woman. She is dressed in white, her hair dishevelled.

Props:
Hand Pump.
Image of an abandoned temple, forest
Back Packs. (5 Nos)
Scene: I
Five of the characters enters the stage. All are tired and thirsty. They are lost in a deep central Indian forest.

Anju: Main aur chal nehi paaungi. Mujhe bahut pyaas lagi hai.
Dr. Bhaskar: Anju we are all tired. Ham sab thak chuke hain. Aur thoda sabar karao. Hame kahi na kahin pani mil jayeega.
Naveen aur kitana door hai gaaon. Lagta hai ham galat direction main chal rahe hain.
Naveen: Nehi Sir, ye thik direction hai. Bas age hi hame ek jharna milega. Wahan sab pani piyeenge.
Yamini:  Lagbhag kitna door hoga Naveen?
Naveen: koi 7 se 8 km hoga, madam?
Anju: 8 Km !!! No way, main 8 m bhi nehi chal paaungi. (And she sits down)
Dr. Bhaskar: Be brave Anju.
Yamani: Anju mere paas thoda sa paani hai. This will help you little.
Anju: Thanks.
(She drinks whole water as all watch her drinking)
Dr. Bhaskar: Naveen, ham jald se jald jharne tak pahunch na hai.
Anju: Can we rest a little. Please?
Sambhu: Tumne to pani pee liya hame bhi pani peena hai. Chlo Utho…..
Selfish kahinki…….
Anju: Don’t tell me selfish. Main ek ladiki hoon. Thak to jaldi jaaungi na…..
Sambhu: Thak jati ho to, trekking ke liye kyoun aai.?
Yamini madam bhi aurat hai. Who bhi thak chuki hain but She is at least not selfish like you.
Unhone to apne hise ka paani thume de diya.
Yamini: Hey hey…. stop stop. Jhagdana band karoo. Anju Come on walk with me.
All started walking….to the other end of the stage….Scene ends

Scene II
Naveen 1st enters the stage as if he has found something. He becomes ecstatic.
Naveen: Bahaskar Sir!!  Yamani madam!! sablog yahan pe ayeeye. See what I found.
(All of them came running to Naveen)
Dr. Bhaskar: Naveen jahrna mil gaya kya?
Naveen : na sir. Ek Mandir mila. Hame whan jaroor koi mil jagega aur muje lagta hai whape pani jaroor milega.
Dr Bhaskar: Jangal main mandir?!! Strange!! Naveen ye tumhe pehelese pata tha kya?
Naveen: nehi sir.
(All of them proceed further)
Sambhu: aree sab udhar dekhiyee. Whaan pe ek hand pump hai.




(All became ecstatic and assembled near the hand pump. Naveen started to pump with the handle of the water pump. But water did not come out)
Sambhu: Lagta ye bahut din se kam nehi kar raha hai. Naveen ji layiyee main karta hoon. (Still water did not come out)
Dr Bhaskar: Laoo main karta hoon. ( As Dr. Bhaskar did for few min water comes out)
All together: Aree pani……. pani!!! (All clapped, and Dr. Bhaskar gives a boastful look as if he made the hand pump work)
Naveen: Main pahele peeta hoon …..
(Naveen was about to drink the water…..An old lady enters the stage.)
Old lady:  Ruk Jaao ……..wo pani mat piyo. Us pani main Jahar hai.  Use pine se tum log mar jaaoge.
(All were astonished as the old lady appears from nowhere)
Dr. Bhaskar:  Kaun hai aap?
Old Lady: Main is mandir ke devi ka pujaran hoon?
Naveen: Hand pump ka pani kiyun jahrila hai? Ye to ground water hai. Hame bebkoof bana rahi hoo pagal budhiya.
Old Lady: Maine kab kaha hand pump pani jahrila hai. Main boili tum jis pani ko pee rahe ho us main jahar hai.
Main ne jaddo se us pani main jahar bhar diyaa hai. Agar tum mere sawalon ka jawab doge to ye pani apane app pine layak ban jayeega.
Dr. Bhaskar: Kese sawal?
Naveen: us pagal budiya ki baat mat suniye sir.  Sambhu pump maro. Main pahle pani peeta hoon.
Sambhu: ok ( sambhu pumps water for Naveen. Naveen drinks water hesitantly, he finds the water to be sweet and drinks more of it. Others look at Naveen with content.)
Naveen: paani bahut hi meetha aur isme jahar bhi nahi hai. (He laughs)
(Sambu drinks water as Naveen pump for him.)
Sambhu: Pani bahut hi achha hai. Yes, It’s safe to drink. Everyone, budiya ko ignore karo and drink the water.
Old lady smiles ……Then she laughs frantically. As she laughs Sambu and Naveen succumbs down in pain. It was difficult for them to breath and both of them die. Anju gives a shrill cry. Yamini holds Anju tight.
Yamini: Ye kya kiya aapne (to the old lady).
Old lady: Main ne unlogon ko satark kiya tha. Mere sawalon ka sahi  jabab do, aur apni piyo. Ha Ha Ha.
Dr. Bhaskar: Kese sawal? Hame is hand pum se pani nehi peena.
Ham pass ke jharne se pani piyeenge. All lets go.
Old Lady: Jharna ?!! Kaun si Jahrna!! Yahan door door tak koi jaharna nehi hai.
Yamni: Naveen aur Sambhu ko ham kese chod ke ja sakte hain?
Anju: Yamini di. We should all leave, Nehi to ham teeno bhi mar jayeenge.
Yamini: Nehi Ham inka sawal ka jawab denge. Mujhe lagta hai ye koi mayabhi jaga hai.
Dr. Bhaskar: Mayabi Absurd!. Ok Budiya kya he thumara sawal?
Old Lady: main tum teeno main se sabse buddhiman aur hosiyar ko hi swal puchunga. Muje lagta hai hai. Yamini……
Dr. Bahskar: Tum mujhe swal kar sakti ho…
Old Lady: To tum teeno main sab se samajdar ho…..?
 thik hai….. Main jo sawal puchungi uska uttar tum doge hi, par wo galat ya sahi hai tumhe tab pata lage ga jab tum pump se pani piyoge. Agar tum nehi mare to sawal ka uttar tum ne sahi diya hai. Ha ha
Dr.Bhaskar : Thik hai. Par us se pahale tumko hamare saamne us pump ke pani ko peena padega. Kese pata lagega ki tum koi majak nehi kar rahe ho….
Old lady: Mai majak nehi karti. Thik hai mere liye tum pump maro. Main ye pani pee rahi hoon.
(the old lady drinks water and nothing happens to her)
Dr.Bhaskar : thik hai. Kya hai thumara ke swal?
Old lady: Tum apne aap ko sabse samajdar kiyon samjhte ho?
Dr. Bhaskar: Ye kaise swal hai?
Old lady: Ye hi pehela sawal hai…..uttar do.
Dr. Bhaskar: Main bachpan se hi padhai main accha tha.
Old lady: Achha??
Dr Bhaskar: Class ka topper tha.
Old lady: Bahut badiya.
Dr. Bhaskar: Whole state main board exam main rank holder tha. Muje English literature achha lagta tha.
Old lady: Badhiya…
Dr. Bhaskar: Isliye mane isme snatak aur snatakuttor kiya. Main ne Shakesphereian literature ke upper Phd kiya hai.
Old Lady: She….she….shakesphere?!!
Dr. Bhaskar: Ha ha…….haan shakesphere……aap ko kya pata unke bare main.
Old lady:  Hann main unpad gawar jo theri…… Badiya……Bhaut badiya  tum pani peesakte ho…..
Dr. Bhaskar: Bas yehi sawal…..ha ha.
(old lady smiles and goes to the pumps water from the hand pump)
Old lady: Doctor shaab aap paini pee sakte ho.
(As Dr. Bhaskar drinks water, he also faints within moment.)
Old lady: ha ha …….sab se samajdar………ha ha …….shakesphere……ha ha
Anju: ye kya kiya tum ne? yamini di, I don’t want to die. Yahan se chaliye.
Yamani:  Anju, ham in logon ko yah ape chod ken hi jaa sakte. Agar jayyenge bhi jangal main kaha bhatak te phirenge?
Old lady:  Hey Anju….Darpok kahiki…..thume kaun mar raha hai……Sawal ka jawab do aur pani piyo. Thumare liya main asan sawal puchungi. Thik thik bologi to pani pee sakti ho….
Anju: Thik hai?
Old lady: Thumara naam kya hai?
Anju: ye hai sawal?!! ……..and she smiles…..
Old Lady: jabab do…..
Anju: Anju…..Anju Sharma?
Old lady: Ghar kaha hai thumara?
Anju: Subhas nagar, Bhopal.
Old lady: kya karti ho?
Anju: Software engineer hoon?
Old lady: Software engineer? Wo kya hota ha?
Anju:mmmmmm…… Kase bataun software engineer ….software….computer…..input …..output……processing…..debugging….logic…
Old lady: Achha achha…bas …….bas…..Jaao tum pani peesakti ho …..par ek bar.
Anju: Sure!!....Mujhe to kuch nehi Hoga?
Old lady: Kuch nehi hoga ……...par tum in teeno ko bacha sakti ho aur yamini ko bhi pani peela sakti ho.
 agar tum mere kuch kathin sawalon ka jabab dogi.
 Agar ye sab log thumare liye kooi maine nehi rakhte hain…..to tum apane aap ko bacha sakti ho…..par thume sirf ek bar pani peene ko milega…..
(Anju looks to Yamani and all three who are laying dead.)
Anju: Sorry Yamini di…..Main chance nehi le sakti….Aap intelligent ho muje pata hai…is budiya ka kathin swal de sakti ho…..
Yamani looks at Anju as if she has betrayed by her….
Yamini: Sahi main tum selfish ho….
Anju: Jab jan pe banti hai na, sab selfish banjate hain…..
(Anju drinks water as much she can and the old lady pumps water for her…… Nothing happens to her.)
Old Lady: Pays mit gayee Anju?
Anju: Haan…..par….
(But a moment later she feels thirstier….than earlier.)
Old Lady: Kya Par?
Anju: Muje phele se bhi jyada pyaas lag rahi hai…..mujhe pani peena hai…. Muje pani peena hai……
Old Lady: ab tum piyo gi to mar jaoogi……
Anju drinks water without heeding the warning and dies.
Yamini: Aap kauan hain?...........Muje pata hai ye sab aap ki maya hai…….main aap ke haat jod ti hoon mare doston ko jivan dan dijyee….agar de nehi sakate to muje bhi mar dijiye….
Old lady: Yamini, tum in logon ko bacha sakti ho….aur muje pata hai tum in sab logon se sab se samajhdar ho…..aur raha …..ham kaun hain ……….wo thume jald hi pata lag jayeega.
Yamani: Main tayar hoon…..
Old Lady: Phela sawal: Tum apene dodston ko kiyon bachana chahati ho?
Yamini: Kiyon ki ye log mere dost hain…..aur sahi dost wo hota hai jo dost ko sankat se bachata hai. Aur inke bina main is jangal main bhatak thi phiroonngi  aur marjaaungi. Agar mujhe bache rahena hai to inko bachana jarroori hai.
Old lady: Dusra Sawal: Sikshya aur vidya main antar kya hai?
Yamini:  Siskya wo hai jo hame degreeyan aur naukri dilate hai……...Vidya to hame …..ache sanskaron se ………mata pita ke pyar se……. aur……prakriti se milti hai…aur ye hamare character ko nikhar ta hai
Jivan main sikshya to chaiye hota hai………..par sikshya ke saath Vidya na ho to uska koi importance nehi reheat hai. Ham Docter  bhale hi banjate hain par sahi insane ban na bhool jate hain.
Old lady: Teesra Sawal: Adami mahan hota hai na Aurat?
Yamini: Admi aur auart ek hi jaise hote hain. Inme bada aur chota kooi nehi hota. Jab Adami Ghar sambalta hai aur sabka palan posaon ka bhar leta hai tab wo mahan hota hai. Jab Aurat ek naya jivan ko is duniya main lati hai tab wo mahan hoti hai.
 Ye ek dusre ki bina adhure hote hain..


Old lady: Chutha sawal: Thumare najar main is jamane main santh kaun hain….
Ek: Jiska dadhi Lamba hota hai?
Do:Jo achha Pravchan Karta hai?
Ten: Jo ghor tapasya aur yog karta hai?
Char: Jo ek naik jeevan jeeta hai?
Yamini: Char: jo ek naik jeevan jeeta hai…..Dadhi badhane se ya paravachan karne se sadhu ya santh nehi ban sakte…..apane kartavya karm ko sahi se karna aur samaj keliye niswarth par samya dena hi santh ka charitra hota hai.
wo koi bhi insane ho sakta …….ya ho sakti hai.
Old lady: Yamini tum kya karti kya ho…?
Yamini: Main ek housewife hoon…Bas apan ghar sambhalti hoon…main ne Botany…Udvid Vigan snatakottor kiya hai….aur muje Phool ache lagte hain.
Isliye main is trekking main aai hoon……
Old lady: Achha to mera panchwa swal hai….agar duniya main phool nehi honge ta kaya hoga?
Yamini: Anarth Hoo jayega……duniya mit jayee gi…….
Old lady: Kase?
Yamini: Phool nehi honge to phal nehi honge….Phal nehi honge to Beej nahi honge….to naye ped aurv paudhe nahi honge…..ped paudhe nehi honge to pasu pakshi nehi honge….insan bhi bhi bilupt hoo jayeenge…isi thara ye duniya hi mit jayeegi….
Old lady: Khus hui Yamini main…..…..Tum ye pani pee sakti ho…..aur is pani ko chidak kar apane doston ko bacha sakti ho……….
Yamini : Aap ne bataya nehi……aap kaun hain……?
Old lady: (Old lady smiles and says): Yugon bit chuke hain par kuch nehi badla….….tumne mujhe Mahabharat yug ke Dharm Raj, Yudhistir ka yaad dila diya…..
Yamini Kneels down in respect……and closes her eyes.
(Light is out) Old lady leaves the stage:
Yamini first Sprinkles water on her friends…..and then quenches her thirsts….
The curtains falls as everyone slowly comes back to life.

The end


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