So we did something different for Nov’s meet-up. Our activity revolved around a book* with the enigmatic starting lines: “I used to be human once. So I’m told. I don’t remember it myself, but people who knew me when I was small say I walked on two feet just like a human being. “
Grace was channeling Steven Spielberg that evening, and all participants had to contribute a line based on a theme or character from the story.
No one had read the story before, the starting lines and elements from the book were prepared by Grace and that was the only springboard we needed to come up with a potentially award-winning movei plot.
Read on for a sneak preview of Bookcross@SG’s latest production in-the-works:
“I used to be human once. So I’m told. I don’t remember it myself, but people who knew me when I was small say I walked on two feet just like a human being.
In desperation, I decided to throw my lot in with the family that’s living next door, which consisted of only pretty females.
The pretty females started playing piano under Somraj (the famous musician).
Their favourite piece was the wedding march.
The chief minister of state walked past one day and was very impressed.
Elli Barber, the doctor, was accompanying the chief minister of state and was surprised at the apparition that was dancing hilariously to the music.
The doctor and the chief minister were actually on their way to a meeting at an American kompani.
As they would be a bit early for the meeting, they made a detour to the court house.
Coincidentally, the doctor met his love interest – Nisha.
Hope was swirling in him (the doctor), like it would in a wine glass as he started imagining a situation of marriage.
However, Nisha is a nun who is not allowed to wed.
Little did the doctor know that Zafar (the rival) was getting ready to kidnap the nun.
Zafar planned to poison her and render her unconscious.
Immediately, the doctor appeared with medical treatment for the nun, who was poisoned.
All who did not agree with the doctor’s actions boycotted his practice.
Those were my memories when I was still human. Now I am the animal that is detested by mankind. “
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Pictures of the ‘scriptwriters’!



*Animal’s People by Indra Sinha (Call No.: SIN)