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                                                  Chaotic   Cuisine
                                                     Aaditya   Kumar
                                                      2017A3PS0332P

               CHARACTERS

               Ramu:   Junior   Chef

               Shanmbu:   Junior   Chef

               Sridhar:   Head   chef
               Srini:   Service   boy

               Vivek:    a   young   boy   who   recently   started   as   a   cleaner   at   the   restaurant

               SETTING

               Inside  a  kitchen  in  a  small  south  Indian  restaurant,  Durga  Tiffin  House.  Tall  ceilings  hang
               over  a  poorly  lit  kitchen.   The  coal  in  the  ovens  illuminates  the  work  area  with  an  orange  hue.
               There  is  a  pile  of  dirty  utensils  on  the  main  sink.  The  floor  is  slightly  wet  as  it  was  recently
               mopped   clean.

               Two  chefs,  Ramu  and  Shambhu,  are  engaged  in  a  heated  debate  on  what  items  to  include  in
               their   evening   special   menu.   The    chief   Chef,   Sridhar,   isn’t   paying   any   attention   to   their
               arguments   and   is   lost   in   thought.   Vivek   is   frantically   doing   the   dishes   hoping   to   finish   in   time.

               BEGIN.

               Ramu:   (in   a   high-pitched   voice)   we   HAVE   to   include   Tomato   Rasam   along   with  roasted
               papad.   It’s   a   local   favorite.

               Shambhu:  The  tomatoes  were  rotten  last  time.  It  was  a  lot  of  time  wasted  in  prep  for  nothing.
               The   papads   were   soggy   by   the   time   service   went   out   as   well.

               Ramu:   It   wasn't   me   who   went   to   the   market.   If   only   you   were   careful,   Vivek.

               Vivek:  (glancing  over  the  kitchen  sink)  Hey!  I  get  paid  to  clean  up  only.  I  do  you  a  favor  and
               this   is   what   comes   of   it.   (Shifting   his   focus   back   to   his   sink   nervously).
               Ramu:   Well,   do   we   have   anything   fresh?

               Vivek:   (in   a   sarcastic   tone)   got   a   fresh   load   of   utensils   over   here.   Any   help   would   be   nice.

               (As  Vivek  wipes  the  sweat  off  his  eyebrows,  some  dishwasher  foam  escapes  into  his  eyes  and
               it  blinds  him  temporarily.  He  begins  to  flip  around  the  sink  area  as  the  lemon-flavored  acidic
               liquid   stung   his   cornea.)

               Vivek:  Aargh!!  Why  do  we  have  this  poison  for  dishwashers!  This  lemon  stuff  stings!  (As  he
               rushes   out   of   the   kitchen   to   wash   his   eyes)








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