Title: "Fast Forward to the
Future"
Scene: A Reunion After 10 Years (The stage is set like a fancy
café. There are five chairs and a table in the middle. A "10 YEARS
LATER" sign hangs in the background.)
(Enter Fatema, looking sporty with a tennis racket, wearing
sunglasses, and talking on the phone.)
Insiya: (In Tamil) Nan deal sign pannuven, if enakkaku nalla protein
shake varuvidum. Priorities! Being a Grand Slam champion is exhausting!
Even after 10 years, my vocabulary is still, vanakaam and saapidalama.
Munira: Aamam Aamam, vanakaam, ennaku oru autograph tharengala?
Dhanya: "Wah bhai wah! Mera boss… matlab professor… matlab dictator!
Uske hisaab se toh main astrophysicist nahi, ek multi-purpose employee
hoon! Kabhi researcher, kabhi data analyst, kabhi telescope technician,
aur kabhi coffee maker!"
Navi: If one more client asks me if they can "technically" evade taxes, I
might just sue myself for emotional distress
Sarrah: "Sir, that was incredible! The opposition came in so confident,
thinking they had us beat. But you flipped the whole case in minutes!
What was your strategy?"
Navi: (smirking as he leans back in his chair): "Oh, it was simple. Their
argument was like an expired warranty—completely useless when tested!
They tried to build their case on assumptions, but I poked one hole, and
the whole thing fell apart faster than my uncle’s new year’s resolutions!"
Abhi: Wait, I thought your uncle was dead
Everyone: Where’s our fifth person?
Abhi: "Yes, sir, everything is under control! We’re making profits faster
than a YouTube ad you can’t skip!" (pauses, rethinks) "Okay, maybe not
that fast… more like a government office queue—slow, painful, and the
only guy actually working just quit to raise goats." (laughs nervously)
"Worst case, we pivot. Worst-worst case? We change the company name
and flee the country.
Sarrah: Sir, table for how many?
Everyone: Table for four
Abhi: (Comes running), ennaya enne marandhu poitenga.
Everyone: U r late
Abhi: its only 4:45.
Everyone: Its six
Abhi: Laughs nervously
Munira: Guys, gimme a min, I ll be back
Cut
NEXT SCENE
Munira: Dandapaniku heart attacka, varen varen varen
Sarrah: Sir wants pani
Everyone will come to help
They’ll all pick her and go inside
Sarrah: (cheerful) Welcome, sir! What would you all like to order?
Munira: Ange nadandhadu pathenga dhane, I really need my coffee
Abhi: First, tell me, what’s the profit margin on your menu items? I
might consider buying this café if the numbers are good.
Sarrah: (confused) Sir, I just serve coffee.
Insiya: (laughs) Are you serving coffee or double faults? Because last
time I was here, the cappuccino was a disaster.
Sarrah: (nervous) I-I assure you; our coffee is world-class!
Navi: (smirks) I’ll be the judge of that.
Abhi: Speaking of survival, you all should invest in my new business—a
startup that
sells invisible helmets for people who have lost their minds.
Navi: (laughs) I’d rather defend people who actually buy your product in
court.
Dhanya: (grinning) Maybe your helmets work on quantum physics—exist
and don’t exist at
the same time!
Sarrah: (frustrated) Sir, will you be ordering anything or just giving me an
existential crisis
for free?
Insiya: Fine, I’ll have a latte.
Abhi: I’ll have an espresso. Need to stay sharp while making terrible
financial
decisions.
Navi: Give me black coffee. Like my soul after arguing in court all day.
Dhanya: Just water. The universe is mostly empty space, and so is my
stomach.
Munira: Give me a coffee. Hospitals run on caffeine and desperation.
Sarrah: (muttering) And cafés run on suffering…
[Everyone laughs as the waiter walks away, shaking his head.]
Navi: So why not start with where we left off?
Fast forward to the future
Munira: So, Fatema, what’s the big plan after 10th boards? Gonna finally take a break?
Insiya: Break? Please. I’m going pro. The world needs to see my tennis skills before I get too
famous and can’t walk outside without paparazzi chasing me.
Abhi: Wow, big dreams. How did you even get into tennis anyway?
Insiya: Ah, it was fate. Or maybe just my mother’s desperate attempt to get me out of the
house. She thought I needed a “productive hobby” after I broke three TV remotes playing
virtual tennis.
Navi: Classic.
Insiya: So, they put me in a tennis academy. First day, I walked in like Serena Williams. First
serve? Missed the ball. Second serve? Hit the coach. Third serve? The racket flew out of my
hand and nearly took out a bird. It was at that moment I knew—I was destined for
greatness.
Dhanya: Clearly. So now that you actually can hit the ball, what’s next?
Insiya: Step 1: Dominate local tournaments. Step 2: Get a sponsorship so I can flex my Nike
gear. Step 3: Win Wimbledon, obviously.
Abhi: Oh yeah, totally realistic. What about studies?
Insiya: Studies? Oh, I’ve planned it out perfectly. I’ll balance tennis and academics like a pro
—train in the morning, study in the evening, and sleep… whenever I have time. Who needs
sleep when you have ambition?
Dhanya: This sounds slightly unhinged.
Insiya: Thank you, I take that as a compliment.
Munira: And what if things don’t go as planned?
Insiya: Then I’ll challenge life to a best-of-three set and win.
