Tarun Cherian


A New Score. - Poem by Tarun Cherian

{A film script pretending to be a poem}

Open on a junior Angel, monitoring the Earth and in particular the World Cup Finals.

He looks puzzled. Double checks the telescopes with growing alarm.

He rushes off {printouts in hand} to a supervising angel. Who’s sitting bored. Twiddling his thumbs. You see them huddle, the supervising angel’s indifference gives way to an aghast alarm, he picks up his robes and rushes out…

Down the corridors of heaven they go, consulting higher and higher authorities, the crowd of anxious angels growing by the minute.

Till finally, they arrive at a door with a brass plate titled: GOD.

Cut to God inside chairing a high-powered meeting on a new universe. He is most displeased as the door bursts open and the huge delegation bursts in, with a very nervous, very tiny, about-to-pee-in-his-pants very junior angel at its head.

“I am sure you have good reason to disturb me gentlemen? ” God asks, in a voice that is ever-so-controlled.

The Very Junior Angel pulls out 2 sheets of paper.

“This was our score, sir”, he says. “2-0”.

“And this was their score. “1-2”

There’s a long moment of terrified silence.

Then God lifts his arms in triumph and exclaims.
“They did it. By Jove, they did it. They actually managed free will.”

The super appears:
Go ahead, amaze me.


Comments about A New Score. by Tarun Cherian

  • (7/17/2013 10:07:00 AM)


    Very original composition. Excellent reading. Bravo! ! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 21, 2011

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 21, 2011


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