My tryst with Refund

The play Refund is a light and rollicking play. I first came across this wonderful play in 1988, as a school kid, when my aunt was disposing her college textbooks. This play was part of her Intermediate syllabus. On first read, I throughly enjoyed the humour in the play. In 1993, we enacted the play in our school and was a huge success, but lost the copy of the script during that time. Since then, I was in search of the script copy.

After 18 years, finally, I found the script copy online at http://train-srv.manipalu.com/wpress/?p=153743. I thank the website for giving me opportunity to enjoy reading the play again.

Enjoy reading this wonderful play. 

Play logline

A man about 40 returns to his old school and demands to refund the tution fees paid by him 18 years back for the reason that the education given to him never proved useful and that he is now not good for anything.

 

The Principal is seated at his flat-tapped desk in his office in a high school. Enter a servant.

THE PRINICIPAL: Well, what is it?

THE SERVANT: A man, sir. Outside. He wants to see you.

THE PRINCIPAL [leaning back and stretching]: I receive parents only during office hours. The particular office hours are posted in the notice-board. Tell him that.

THE SERVANT: Yes, sir. Yes, sir. But it isn’t a parent, sir.

THE PRINCIPAL: A pupil?

THE SERVANT: I don’t think so. He has a beard.

THE PRINICPAL [disquieted]: Not a parent and not a pupil. Then what is he?

THE SERVANT: He told me I should just say ‘Wasserkopf.’

THE PRINICIPAL [much disquieted]: What does he look like? Stupid? Intelligent?

THE SERVANT: Fairly intelligent, I’d say, sir.

THE PRINICPAL [reassured]: Good! Then he’s not a school inspector. Show him in.

THE SERVANT: Yes, sir.

[He goes off. An instant later the door reopens to admit a bearded man, carelessly dressed, somewhat under forty. He is energetic and decided]

WASSERKOPF: How do you do? [He remains standing]

THE PRINICPAL [rising]: What can I do for you?

WASSERKOPF: I’m Wasserkopf. [He pauses] Don’t you remember me?

THE PRINCIPAL [shaking his head]: No.

WASSERKOPF: It’s possible I’ve changed. What the hell…! Your class records will show I’ve got a right to come here.

THE PRINICPAL: The class records? How so?

WASSERKOPF: Mr. Principal, if you please, I’m Wasserkopf.

THE PRINCIPAL: Doubtless, doubtless – but what has that to do with it?

WASSERKOPF: You mean to say you don’t even remember my name? [He thinks it over] No, I imagine you wouldn’t. You were probably glad to forget me. Well, Mr. Principal, I was a student in this school eighteen years ago.

THE PRINICPAL [without enthusiasm]: Oh, were you? Well, what do you want now? A certificate?

WASSERKOPF [doubtfully]: Since I’m bringing back the leaving certificate you gave me I suppose I can get along without another one. No, that isn’t why I came here.

THE PRINCIPAL: Well?

WASSERKOPF: [clearing his throat firmly]: As a former pupil of this school I want you to refund the tuition fees, which were paid you for my education eighteen years ago.

THE PRINICPAL [incredulously]: You want me to refund your tuition fees?

WASSERKOPF: Exactly; the tuition fees. If I were a rich man I’d tell you to keep them, so far as I’m concerned. What the hell…! But I’m not a rich man, and I need the money.

THE PRINCIPAL: I’m not sure I understand.

WASSERKOPF: Dammit, I want my tuition fees back! Is that plain enough?

THE PRINICPAL: Why do you want it back?

WASSERKOPF: Because I didn’t get my money’s worth, that’s why! This certificate here says I got an education. Well, I didn’t. I didn’t learn anything and I want my money back.

THE PRINCIPAL: But, look here, look here! I don’t understand it at all! I’ve never heard of anything like it. What an absurd idea!

WASSERKOPF: Absurd, is it? It’s a good idea. It’s such a good idea that I didn’t get it out of my own head, thanks to the education I got here, which made nothing but an incompetent ass out of me. My old classmate Leaderer gave me the idea not half an hour ago.

THE PRINICPAL: Gave it to you?

WASSERKOPF [nodding violently]: Like that. Here I was walking along the street, fired from my last job, and wondering how I could get hold of some cash, because I was quite broke. I met Leaderer. I said, ‘How goes it, Leaderer?’ ‘Fine!’ he says. ‘I’ve got to hurry to the broker’s to collect the money I made speculating in foreign exchange.’ ‘What’s foreign exchange?’ I said. He says ‘I haven’t got the time to tell you now, but, according to the paper, Hungarian money is down seventy points, and I’ve made the difference. Don’t you understand?’ Well, I didn’t understand. I said, ‘How do you make money if money goes down?’ and he says, ‘Wasserkopf, if you don’t know that, you don’t know a damn thing. Go to the school and get your tuition fees back.’ Then he hurried away and left me standing there, and I said to myself, ‘Why shouldn’t I do that?’ He’s right, now that I’ve thought it over. So I came here as fast as I could, and I’ll be much obliged if you give me back my tuition fees, because they amount to a lot of money, and I didn’t get anything for them.

THE PRINCIPAL [at a loss for words]: Really… But now… See here, we’ve never had a request like yours before. Leaderer told you –

WASSERKOPF: He’s a good friend, Leaderer. He told me, and when I get my money back I’m going to buy him a present.

THE PRINICPAL [rising]: You – you are not really serious, are you?

WASSERKOPF: I was never more serious in my life. Treat me wrong here and I’ll go straight to the Ministry of Education and complain about you! You took my money and you taught me nothing. Now I’m no good for anything, and I can’t do the things that I should have learned in school.

THE PRINCIPAL: You’re mad! [He breaks off, to continue in a more conciliatory tone] My dear sir, Herr – er – Wasserkopf, please go away quietly. I’ll think the matter over after you’ve gone.

WASSERKOPF: [sitting]: No, no! You don’t get rid of me so easy. I’ll go when everything’s been settled. I was given the instruction here in exchange for money, so that I might be able to do something; but I can’t do anything because I was taught so badly, and any body can see I ought to have my money back.

THE PRINICIPAL [trying to gain time]: What makes you think you can’t do anything?

WASSERKOPF: Everybody thinks so. If I get a job I can’t keep it. Give me an examination and tell me what I ought to do. Call in the masters and let them say.

THE PRINICIPAL: What a distressing business! How unfortunate! You really want to take another examination?

WASSERKOPF: Yes. I’ve a right to take one.

THE PRINICIPAL: What an unusual case! [He scratches his head] I’ve never heard of anything like it before. Er – I shall have to consult the staff. I shall have to call a conference… Er – will you wait in the waiting room and give me a few minutes?

WASSERKOPF [rising]: Yes, be quick. I’ve got no time to waste [he saunters out in a leisurely fashion].

THE PRINICIPAL [rings; the servant enters]: Ask the staff to come here at once. A most extraordinary conference!

THE SERVANT: Yes, sir. [He goes out]

THE PRINCIPAL [trying out his speech]: Gentlemen, I have asked you to come here on account of a most unusual state of affairs. It is unprecedented. In the thirty years that I have been a schoolmaster I have never heard of anything like it. Never, so long as I live, shall I expect to hear of anything like it again. Never! God forbid! [The masters enter; they are characteristic figures whose eccentricities are exaggerated] Gentlemen, I have asked you to come here on account of a most unusual state of affairs. Sit down, gentlemen. I shall open the conference. It is unprecedented, incredible and fantastic. A former pupil has come to see me – er – an individual named Wasserkopf. He brought up a question, which I’ve never encountered in my many years of experience. [He explodes] I have never heard of anything like it.

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: Tell us about it.

THE PRINICIPAL: He wants – he wants his tuition fees back.

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: Why?

THE PRINCIPAL: Because he’s lost his job. Because he’s broke. Because he’s an ass. I should be glad to have you express your views on this unparalleled case.

THE PHYSICS MASTER: The case is natural. The law of conservation of energy proves that any given pupil will lose, in any given period, as much knowledge as a teacher can drill into his head in another period of like duration.

THE HISTORY MASTER: There is nothing like it in the history of civilization. It is said that the Bourbons learned nothing and forgot nothing. If that is true.

THE PHYSICS MASTER: The law of conservation of energy – [The two argue]

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: The question is, does he want the amount with simple or compound interest, because in the latter event –

THE GEOGRAPHY MASTER: Where is the fellow, anyhow?

THE PRINCIPAL: He’s waiting outside. He wants to be re-examined. He says he learned nothing. He says a re-examination will prove it. I’d like to know what you gentlemen think about it.

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER [chuckling]: A re-examination? Gentlemen, it is my conviction that we will lose nothing by re-examining Wasserkopf. If he fails he will place us in an awkward position; therefore he must not fail. He has – shall I say? – pursued advanced studies in the school of life. We will not make our questions too difficult – agreed, gentlemen? We are dealing with a sly, crafty individual, who will try to get the better of us – and his money back – by hook or crook. We must checkmate him.

THE PHYSICS MASTER: How?

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: By sticking together. The object is to prevent him from failing, because if he fails he succeeds. That we must stop. If he fails, tomorrow there will be two more former pupils, and the next day a dozen. We must back each other up, gentlemen, so that this painful affair does not become a pedagogical scandal. We will ask him questions. Whatever his answers, we agree beforehand that they are correct.

THE PHYSICS MASTER: Who will decide?

THE MATHEMATICS TEACHER: I, if you will permit me. Mr. Principal, let us proceed with the examination. We will show the former pupil that we too can be shrewd!

THE PRINCIPAL [ringing; uneasily]: Isn’t there a chance of something going wrong? Suppose it gets into the newspapers –

 

THE PRINCIPAL [to the servant who has reappeared]: Show in Herr Wasserkopf.

[He enters, without waiting to be shown in. He is most truculent. His hat is over one ear; he keeps his hands thrust into his pockets and stares insolently]

THE STAFF [bowing, heartily]: How do you do?

WASSERKOPF: Who the hell are you? Sit down, you loafers!

[He grins, waiting to be thrown out]

THE PRINCIPAL: How dare you –

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER [interrupting]: Please! [He turns to the others.] Sit down, you loafers! [They sit, greatly astonished. He turns to Wasserkopf.] My dear sir, the greeting you have just given us shows that you understand the patriarchal manners, which we impress upon everybody in this institution. Exactly as in the days of the medieval humanists, teachers and pupils here are on a footing of perfect equality. You have shown us, in a most tactful way, that you approve of our customs. That is good of you, and I am sure my colleagues will agree that the pupil Wasserkopf, who appears before us for re-examination, need not be examined in what appertains to gentlemanliness. Instead we waive the examination in that subject, and mark him ‘Excellent.’

THE PRINCIPAL [understanding at once]: Quite right! Quite right! [He writes] ‘Manners: Excellent.’

THE STAFF: Agreed! Agreed!

WASSERKOPF [puzzled, then shrugging his shoulders]: All right, if you say so. What the hell…! I don’t give a damn for the lot of you. My being gentlemanly isn’t going to pass the examination. Let me fail as quickly as possible, and give me my money. Everything else is just nonsense.

THE PRINCIPAL [flattering]: Speaking for the staff, we agree with you. Your exquisite courtesy will not affect us one way or the other. We will examine you, and be guided entirely by your replies to our questions. Take notice of that.

WASSERKOPF: All right, carry on! Let’s hear the questions. I need money. [He takes off his coat and hitches up his sleevebands.] Go to it! Ask me questions, professors – I mean, long-eared asses! I’d like to see you get a single correct answer out of me.

THE PRINCIPAL: The examination will begin. History. Herr Schwefler?

THE HISTORY MASTER [moving to the centre of the table and indicates a chair facing of it]: Herr Wasserkopf, won’t you be seated?

WASSERKOPF [staring at him insolently, arms akimbo]: To hell with a seat! I’ll stand.

[The History Master is disconcerted, and shows it, but the Mathematics Master leaps into the breach]

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: Bravo! Excellent! Herr Wasserkopf wishes us to understand two things. He will dispense with a formal written examination and will answer orally. Good! He will not be seated; he will stand. Also good. It follows that his physical condition is splendid, and I take it upon myself to award him an ‘Excellent’ in physical culture. I ask the Principal, who teaches that subject, to concur.

THE PRINCIPAL: Quite Right. [He writes] ‘Physical Culture: Excellent’

THE STAFF: Agreed! Agreed!

WASSERKOPF [energetically]: No! [He sits; he grins.] You caught me once, didn’t you? Well, you won’t do it again. From now I’ll have my ears open.

THE PRINCIPAL: ‘Alertness: Very Good’

THE HISTORY MASTER: ‘Perseverance: Unusual.’

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: ‘Logic: Excellent.’

WASSERKOPF: Get on with your questions!

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER [to the Principal]: ‘Ambition: Boundless.’ [The Principal nods and writes]

THE HISTORY MASTER [scratching his head]: Yes, yes, just a minute. [The other masters look at him with concern.]

WASSERKOPF: What’s the matter, Schwefler? Aren’t you prepared?

THE HISTORY MASTER: A moment!

WASSERKOPF: Oh, you can’t think of a question that’s easy enough? You were always a numskull.

THE HISTORY MASTER [the idea arrives; triumphantly]: Candidate, answer this question: How long did the Thirty Years’ War last?

WASSERKOPF: Thirt – [He interrupts himself.] I mean to say, I don’t know.

THE HISTORY MASTER: Please answer my questions! I am sure you know! Give me the answer! [Wasserkopf thinks with his eyebrows drawn together. The Physics Master tiptoes to him and whispers loudly, ‘Thirty years.’ The Geography Master winks at him and holds up ten fingers three times.] Well, well?

WASSERKOPF: Mr. Principal, this is no way to run an examination. [He indicates the Physics Master] That fellow is trying to make me cheat.

THE PRINCIPAL: I shall deal with this decisively. [To the Physics Master] Go away!

[The Physics Master slinks back to his place]

WASSERKOPF [after much thought]: How long did the Thirty Years’ War last? Was that the question?

THE HISTORY MASTER: Yes, yes!

WASSERKOPF [grinning]: I know! Exactly seven meters! [They are paralyzed. He looks about in triumph.] Ha, ha! Seven meters! I know it lasted that long. It’s possible I’m wrong, and if I am I fail. Seven meters! Ha, ha! Seven meters long! Seven meters! Please give me back my tuition fees. [The Masters look at each other; at their wits’ ends]

THE HISTORY MASTER [decisively]: Seven meters? Right! Your answer is excellent.

WASSERKOPF [incredulously]: What. What did you say?

THE HISTORY MASTER [swallowing manfully and watching the Principal out of the corner of his eye]: The answer is correct, as a matter of fact. The candidate has shown us that his thought processes are not merely superficial, and that he has investigated the subject in accordance with moderns researches based on – based on – based on –

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: Relativity, of course. The quantum theory. Planck. Einstein. It’s all very simple. [To the History Master] Don’t say another word. We understand perfectly. Einstein has taught us that time is as real as space and matter. It consists of atoms, and may be synthesized into a unified whole, and may be measured like anything else. Reduce the mass-system to a unit and a year may be represented by a meter, or seven years by seven meters. We may even assert that the Thirty Years’ War lasted seven years only because – because – because –

THE HISTORY MASTER: Because the actual warfare took place only during half of each day – that is to say, twelve hours out of twenty-four – and the thirty years at once become fifteen. But not even fifteen years were given up to incessant fighting, for the combatants had to eat – three hours a day, reducing our fifteen years to twelve. And if we deduct from this the hours given up to noon-day siestas, to peaceful diversions, to non-warlike activities – [He wipes his brow]

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: To social distractions, we are left only with time which the candidate has represented by the Einsteinian equivalent of seven meters. Correct! I take it upon myself, gentlemen, to propose a grading of ‘Very Good’ in History. Oof!

THE STAFF: Bravo! Excellent! He has passed! [They congratulate Wasserkopf]

WASSERKOPF [objecting]: But I don’t see –

THE PRINCIPAL: That ends the examination in History. [Writing] ‘History: Very Good.’ [The staff surround the History Master and congratulate him.] Now the examination in physics.

WASSERKOPF: Now we’ll see something, you tricksters!

THE PHYSICS MASTER [energetically]: Come, come!

WASSERKOPF [defiantly]: Well, what’s going to happen? Ask your questions, or don’t. I haven’t got any more time to waste. [He stares at the Physics Master] Oh, now I remember you. Do you know what we used to call you behind your back? [The Physics Master smiles in agony] We called you cannibal, because you were always chewing your thumbs, just as you’re doing now! [The master removes his thumb hastily. The rest of the staff smile.] That’s what we called you! Oh, by the way, do you remember the day you tripped and fell flat in the aisle? Do you know who tied a string across from desk to desk, so you’d do that? I did it!

THE PHYSICS MASTER [furiously]: You?

WASSERKOPF: Don’t get excited, little man. Ask me a hard question instead. Plough me.

THE PHYSICS MASTER: [controls himself, well aware that Wasserkopf is trying to irritate him. Very sweetly]: Kind of you – very kind of you. And now, tell me, Herr Wasserkopf, do clocks in church steeples really become smaller as you walk away from them, or do they merely appear to become smaller because of an optical illusion?

WASSERKOPF: What an absolute rot? How should I know? Whenever I walk away from clocks they get larger! Invariably! If I want them to get smaller I turn round and walk straight up to them, and they’re not small at all.

THE PHYSICS MASTER: In a word, therefore, in a word –

WASSERKOPF: In a word, therefore, you give me a pain in the neck. You’re an ass! That’s my answer.

THE PHYSICS MASTER [furiously]: Is that your answer? [He controls himself] Good! It is correct. [Turning to the staff] A difficult answer but a most brilliant one. I’ll explain – that is to say, I’ll explain. [With a sigh, he gets on with it] When we talk of an ass we always notice – we always notice –

THE STAFF [anxiously]: Yes? Yes?

THE PHYSICS MASTER:- that his look is sad. Therefore – [He thinks. Suddenly triumphant] I’ve got it!

WASSERKOPF [worried]: What have you got, you whiskered baboon?

THE PHYSICS MASTER: I’ve got it, and the answer is right. Why is the look of the ass so sad? Because we are all the victims of illusion. But what illusions can affect the extremely primitive apperceptive powers of an ass? Obviously, the illusions of the senses, for the ass lacks imagination; and these must be none other than optical illusions, since the ass, like us, observes that objects appear to become smaller as he moves away from them. The candidate has given us a most excellent answer in calling our attention to an animal whose whole expressions is melancholy because its senses are deceptive; or, to put it in another way, because the apparent decrease in size of an object, in this case a clock, is to be ascribed to optical illusion. The answer was correct. I certify, therefore, that the candidate may be given ‘Very Good’ in Physics.

THE PRINCIPAL [writing]: ‘Physics: Very Good’

THE STAFF: Bravo!

[They surround the Physics Master, slapping him on the back and shaking his hands, while he sinks into his chair, completely exhausted]

WASSERKOPF: I protest!

THE PRINCIPAL [silencing him with a gesture]: The examination in Geography.

[The Geography Master takes the place facing Wasserkopf]

WASSERKOPF: Just look at him! The old hypocrite! How are you, anyhow, nitwit?

THE GEOGRAPHY MASTER: I beg your pardon?

WASSERKOPF: My name used to be in our class-book, didn’t it? You old reprobate! You just wait! I’ll fix you all right!

THE GEOGRAPHY MASTER: Tell me, candidate –

WASSERKOPF: I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you! Oh, how I used to hate you eighteen years ago!

THE GEOGRAPHY MASTER: [imperturbably]: Please tell me what city of the same name is the capital of the German province of Brunswick?

WASSERKOPF: What a dumb question! The answer’s part of the question.

THE GEOGRAPHY MASTER [pleased]: Isn’t it? And the answer – what is it?

WASSERKOPF: ‘Same’ of course. That’s the answer. If the name of the city is same, then the name of the city is ‘Same.’ Right? If it isn’t I fail, and you refund my tuition fees.

THE GEOGRAPHY MASTER: The answer is correct. The name of the city is ‘Same.’ Gentlemen, the candidate shows exceptional knowledge of the history of the city Brunswick. There is a legend that once, as the Emperor Barbarossa was riding in to the city, he met a young peasant girl who was munching a bun, and whose mouth was full. He called out to her, ‘God bless you. What’s the name of this city?’ and the peasant girl answered ‘Same to you, sir.’ Then she stopped because her mouth was full, and the Emperor laughed and said, ‘Ho, ho! So the name of the city is “Same.”?’ And for many years, thereafter, he never referred to Brunswick, except by that title. [He turns, winks solemnly at his colleagues.] The answer is excellent. The candidate is entitled to a grade of ‘Excellent’ in Geography.

[He returns to his place to be showered with congratulations]

THE PRINCIPAL [writing]: ‘Geography: Excellent.’ Thus far the candidate has come through with flying colours. Only the examination in mathematics is left. Should he pass that he will have passed the entire examination.

WASSERKOPF [nervously]: I’m going to be more careful now. [The Mathematics Master takes his place facing Wasserkopf. The Other Masters are worried but the Mathematics Master assures them with a gesture that they may depend on him.] So here you are, old-stick-in-the-mud! Do you know we used to call you ‘old-stick-in-the-mud’ behind your back? You’d better brush up your wits if you think you’re going to put one over me. I’ll start off by telling you a few things about mathematics: two times two is five, and I make up my own multiplication tables as I go along. And if you add eight apples and two pears the answer is twenty-seven apricots. That’s my system, and you’ll see me use it. To hell with mathematics! ‘Answer excellent’? ‘Answer very good’ ‘Answer correct’? Not this time. It will be simpler if you say you aren’t prepared, and let me fail.

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER [forcibly]: You must not joke about a serious examination. I’m going to ask you two questions. One of them is easy; the other is hard.

WASSERKOPF [imitating him]: One of them is easy; the other is hard. The same old-stick-in-the-mud that you always were! I remember the pictures of you we used to draw on the board –

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: [interrupting]: If this were an examination in art you would be marked excellent. [He pauses, and Wasserkopf is suddenly silent.] But we are dealing with mathematics. The easy question: If we represent the speed of light by x, and the distance of the star Sirius from the sun by y, what is the circumference of a one-hundred-and-nine-sided regular polyhedron whose surface coincides with that of the hip-pocket of a State railway employee whose wife has been deceiving him for two years and eleven months with a regimental sergeant-major of hussars?

THE STAFF [much upset]: But look here, Professor! Professor!

THE PRINICPAL: Professor!

WASSERKOPF: Don’t interfere with him! [To the Mathematics Master] Will you repeat the question?

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: No. Either you paid attention or you did not. Either you know the answer, or you don’t. Tell me the answer, because if you don’t know it –

WASSERKOPF: Of course I know it! Naturally I know it! I’ll tell you: two thousand six hundred and twenty nine litres. Exact. No fractions. And did I give you the correct answer? [He chuckles] I’ve given you an answer which is too good!

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: No. The answer is wrong. The correct answer is two thousand six hundred and twenty-eight litres, and not twenty nine. [He turns to The Principal] I refuse to pass the candidate. Mark him ‘Failure.’

WASSERKOPF [bounding]: I told you so! I told you so!

THE PRINCIPAL [thunderstruck]: Professor! Professor!

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: I’m sorry. It is true that his error amounted to less than a tenth of a per cent, in the total, but it was an error. He fails.

WASSERKOPF: My tuition fees! My tuition fees!

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: In my opinion the candidate’s request is reasonable. Now that I have satisfied myself he cannot pass our examination it is his right to recover the monies which were paid us.

WASSERKOPF: That’s so! That’s right! Give me the money. [The staff stare as if the heaven had fallen]

THE PRINCIPAL [furiously, to the Mathematics Master]: Is that what you think?

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: Absolutely. This is a good school. It is our duty to see that nothing ever injures its reputation. How much do we owe you, Herr Wasserkopf?

WASSERKOPF [greedily, forgetting everything else]: I’ll tell you exactly. I attended this school for six years in all. During the first three years the fee was 150 crowns quarterly. Total for three years 1, 800. During the second three years the fee was 400 crowns semi-annually. Total: 2, 400 and 1, 800 is 4, 200. Examination fees, 250 crowns 95 heller. Certificates, documents, books, stamp taxes, 1, 241 crowns 43 heller. Total: 5, 682 crowns 38 heller. Incidentals, stationery, notebooks, 786 crowns 12 heller. Grand total: 6, 450 crowns 50 heller. Knock of the heller and call it crowns.

THE MATHEMATIC MASTER [checking with his paper and pencil as Wasserkopf calls out the amount]: Exactly!

WASSERKOPF: Exactly! You can rely on it.

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: It’s right. There’s no question of it. It’s right to the smallest detail. [He offers Wasserkopf his hand] I congratulate you! That was my difficult question!

WASSERKOPF [not understanding]: What?

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER [to the Principal]: I certify that the candidate passes in Mathematics. His answer to the easy question was a very little out of the way; but his answer to the difficult question – how much the refund should be – was exactly correct. Herr Wasserkopf is a mathematical genius.

WASSERKOPF [striking his forehead]: So you did put one over me!

THE PRINCIPAL [rising]: I present the results of the examination. Herr Wasserkopf has passed with distinction in every subject, and has again shown that he is entitled to the certificate we awarded him on his graduation. Herr Wasserkopf, we offer our congratulations – accepting a large share of them for ourselves for having taught you so excellently. And now that we have verified your knowledge and your abilities – [he makes an eloquent gesture] get out before I have you thrown out!

[He rings for the servant. The following speeches are nearly spoken simultaneously.]

THE HISTORY MASTER: So I’m a numskull, am I? Say it again and I’ll show you what is what!

THE PHYSICS MASTER: I’m a cannibal? What? And you were the one who tied a string across the aisle –

THE GEOGRAPHY MASTER: Hypocrite? Nitwit? Ass? Me?

THE MATHEMATICS MASTER: Old stick-in-the-mud?

THE SERVANT [entering]: Yes, sir?

THE PRINCIPAL [indicating Wasserkopf]: Remove that object! [The servant seizes Wasserkopf by the collar and the seat of his trousers and rushes him off. The Principal turns to the staff and beams.] Thank you, gentlemen, for your magnificent co-operation. In the future it will be our proudest boast that in this school a pupil simply cannot fail!

About the author



Fritz Karinthy (1887-1938) was a Hungarian writer. He excelled as a novelist, short story writer, poet, essayist and playwright. Deeply interested in natural sciences, he studied to be a teacher, but became a journalist and joined the literary periodical Nyugat. Strongly philosophical and humanistic in his outlook, he raised his powerful voice against the barbarism and horrors of World War I.

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Vittal Reddy from Nizamabad was MLA twice but is now dependent on his distant relatives and grand children for livelihood.
These examples make us believe that System is always right as long as the people who run in are right !.
This is a tragic soul touching story of an honest MLA popularly known as Dharmavaram Nagi Reddy (His original name Garudammagaru Nagi Reddy, hails from Dhadithota village). He spent most of his life in fighting against factionists who once ruled Dharmavaram city. He fights on behalf of local poor farmers, workers and handloom wavers for their welfare and rights. So, he was fondly called as Dharamavaram Nagi Reddy, instead G.Nagi Reddy by the Dharmavaram city people.

He served as TDP MLA for 15 years. Previously, he also worked as a journalist and his several articles and stories were published in leading news papers and weekly magazines like Andhra Prabha, Andhra Patrika etc.

Nagi Reddy is currently leading a miserable life in poverty. His 28 years old son was bed ridden since last few years as his abdomen-bones got damaged. Nagi Reddy’s poor financial condition won’t allow him to give necessary treatment to his son. Nagi Reddy’s wife also had some serious health problem (Ulcer) and 3/4th of her liver has been removed out through operation. Though, she also needs an urgent medication and treatment she was deprived of it because of the same reasons. Regardless of the party lines and principles, people like TDP president Chandrababu Naidu, YS.Jagan Mohan Reddy and some others have helped his family for the treatment and operation of his wife and son.

Nagi Reddy’s younger son is struggling with small jobs to support his parents and ailing bed ridden brother. The only good thing that takes place in Nagi Reddy family is, their daughter’s marriage with a gentleman Brahmananda Reddy, who standby them all the way.

Nagi Reddy family is currently living upon his pension amount Rs.6500 pm granted for his 15 years service as MLA. Though, the family posses 13 acres of land it’s of no use to them as the cultivation nowadays become a big task. More over, the land is not so fertile to give enough returns. So, Nagi Reddy family is solely depends on his pension. Occasionally, some farmers and workers offer his family rice etc expressing their gratitude to him.

Perhaps, we may never find an MLA who is living in poverty despite serving in the government for 15 years. All this happens only because of his honesty and his commitment to the people around. We are aware that, nowadays whoever got elected as an MLA or MP or even as a Corporator, in no time accumulates crores of rupees worth properties that can feed his next seven generations.
Therefore, it is our duty and social responsibility to extend our helping hand to such an honest politician who struggled for the people. Unless, every one of us come forward to help him and his family, it is highly impossible for them to lead the life even with a single meal a day. Let us prove that, we also can equally respond to his honesty and respect his services and contribute whatever we can.

Source: http://wakeap.com/articles/politics/honest-ex-mlas-suffering-in-poverty.html

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Rating: 2.5/5.0

Presented by: Sandeep Ramineni

Banner: Sri Keerthi combines

Cast: Siddhartha, Pranitha, Rajendra Prasad, Brahmanandam, Ali, Ahuthi Prasad, Raghu babu

Lyrics: Chandra Bose, bhaskarabatla, Vanamali

Cinematography: Aravind Krishna

Editing: Gowtham Raju

Music: Chakri

Producer: M.L.Kumar Chowdary

Story-Screenplay-Direction: Rambabu

CBFC rating: ‘U’

Release date: 29-10-2010

 

Story: The story takes place in a village called venkatapuram, Veera babu(Siddhartha) and Varalakshmi are childhood friends and they fall in love after a couple of teasing scenes and songs .  Varalakshmi’s father (Ahuthi Prasad) is more particular about their rich status, so he fixes her marriage with other guy(Samrat). What happens to the love story of Veera Babu- Vara love story? How it ends forms the rest?

 

Performances: Siddhartha has done decent job, He performed well. Rajendra Prasad is okay. Pranitha looked pretty. Ahuthi Prasad is okay. Brahmanandam and Ali are wasted. Story is a mixture of earlier flicks which is narrated poorly. Cinematography is good. Music by Chakri is Average. Editing can be better. Direction is poor.

 

Analysis: Siddhartha has done good job when it comes to performance, his characterization appeared similar to the one in “AATA”. He performed it with much ease; he performed well in the Scene where he talks with Ahuthi Prasad in the pre-Climax episode. Pranitha is cute and pretty and has done an okay job, looked well in half sarees. Rajendra Prasad is good in the role of father; he performed brilliantly and left his mark in the final scene. The comedy Spoof of Varudu by Brahmanandam and Ali was poorly conceived. Hero friends’ gang has done reasonably well. Samrat tried a role with negative shades this time.

          Story is old, Screenplay is weak, and it’s predictable. Direction is old fashioned. The story reminds you of many flicks- the flashback narration of Rajendra Prasad is similar to “LOVE AAJ KAL”, Competition between the hero and villain reminds us LAKSHMI KALYANAM (kalyan Ram).Cinematography is good. Editing is weak, can be better (especially Second half).Music by Chakri is Average-a couple of songs are catchy. Background score is poor. Production values are okay.

        Movie starts with the voiceover of Sai Kumar, starts off on an interesting note. Hero-heroine teasing scenes and the scenes with friends have come out well. The first half is okay, the second half is stretched to maximum and it bores you much. You can’t stop looking at your watch frequently.

 

Plus: Performances by Siddhartha and Rajendra Prasad

Minus: Screenplay, Narration

 

Verdict: Below Average, watch it only if you have nothing else left to do

 

 

 

RAKTHA CHARITRA

Rating: 3.25/5.0
Banner: Cinergy productions
Cast: Vivek Oberoi, Abhimanyu Singh, Shatrughan Sinha, Kota, Radhika Apte, Zareena Wahab, Sushant Singh, Tanikella, Subhalekha Sudhakar, Vishwajeet Pradhan, Rajendra Gupta, Ashish Vidyarthi, Kitty and others
Dialogues: Nageswara Rao
Editing: Bhanodaya-Nipun Ashok Gupta
Action: Javed Eijaz
Cinematography: Amol Rathod
Music: Dharam- Sandeep
Producers: Madhu Mantena, Sheetal Vinod Talwar, Chinna Vasudeva Reddy, Rajkumar
Story, screenplay, direction: Ram Gopal Varma
CBFC rating: ‘A’
Release Date: 22-10-2010

Story: Nagamani Reddy (Kota Srinivasa Rao) and Bukka Reddy (Abhimanyu Singh) kill veerabhadrayya and his son (Sushanth Singh), Pratap Ravi (Vivek Oberoi)-Younger son of veerabhadrayya returns from the city and comes to know that his father and brother are brutally killed. He fights against the system and takes revenge; later he himself becomes the system. How it all happens is what Raktha Charitra is about???

 Performances: Vivek Oberoi is truly exceptional, He delivered his best. Radhika Apte is simple and suited to the role. Abhimanyu Singh, Sushanth Singh are good. Kota Makes his presence felt. Shatrughan Sinha Played an important role. Cinematography is good. Music is haunting. Background Score is good. Screenplay is neat. Direction is good.

 Analysis: Ramgopal Varma has come up with a Film in the Genre where he is good at….. Yes Violence (Not Horror this time). He delivered many block busters in this genre. This time he has come up with some real life inspired plots and Scenes which make the impact more. The Screenplay is neat; most of the Scenes are filled with revenge and brutal killings. Cinematography is good. Editing is o.k. Music is haunting, the title song used as background for many crucial scenes, the background Score too is impressive. Direction is good. Ram Gopal Varma came up with the same Screenplay (GODFATHER inspired) which he earlier used in Gayam, Antham, Satya, Sarkar etc; the voiceover in between helped in taking the story forward.

                                        The performances of the cast are very good, Vivek excelled well in the role of Pratap Ravi. Radhika looked homely and suited well to the role. Abhimayu Singh scores more marks as bad man. Kota and Sushanth also impress you well in their brief roles. Shatrughan Sinha is good as political leader and his dialogue delivery especially “Topic over” was well received by the audience. Most of the cast are from Bollywood only except a few (Kota, Tanikella, and Subhaleka Sudhakar). Only some portion of the film (mostly close-up shots) are re-shot in Telugu, most of the time it gives you a feel as if you are watching a dubbing flick.
                                The Graph of the film is constant with no ups and downs, from the start of the film to the end; Varma maintained the same tempo and emotion. Violence is one emotion where all the sections of the Audience may or may not get connected, but this story is narrated in very high voltage that towards the Climax you get used to it.

Reel guru Meter:

Story-Screenplay: 65%
Performances: 80%
Entertainment: 0%
Narration: 70%

[These are the recent posts of Ramgopal Varma in twitter:--

 -----“Compared to the violence in 'Rakta charitra' the violence in 'Company' will look like family functions in karan johar’s films”

 -----“Reddy ani peru petti theeste faction cinema kadu..... FACTION CINEMA ante ento RAKTHA CHARITRA prove chestundi”

After watching the film you have no other choice left over other than totally agreeing to his comments.]

Varma ends up the movie abruptly and make us wait to watch RAKTHA CHARITRA-2 (scheduled for release on November 19^th) to conclude the story.

 Family Audience and female Audience may keep away due to the heavy dosage of Violence. We have to wait and see how the youth receive the movie in all the centers.  If you are a hardcore fan of RGV movies go watch it. 

Plus: Narration, Performances
Minus: too much violence, lack of Entertainment

Verdict: Violence at its peak, Watch it if You enjoy violent movies.