-- *Mar*Wonderful choice 🌿 — here’s an *original short drama* inspired by *YM Sarma’s* ideas in *“Ecological Certainty vs Economic Uncertainty.”*
This play blends *philosophy, emotion, and symbolism*, showing the clash between the *free Ecology* (Theosphere) and the *economic man* (Mechanosphere). It can be performed on stage, in a classroom, or adapted into a screenplay. ------------------------------ 🎠*Drama: “The Last University”* *Genre:* Eco-philosophical drama *Setting:* A great University campus in the near future, half in ruins. One side of the stage shows machines, screens, and economic charts; the other side shows a wild, untouched garden pushing through the cracks. ------------------------------ *Characters* - *Professor Ananta* – An old ecologist and philosopher; wise, gentle, believes in the spirit of nature. - *Dean Varak* – The administrator, representing the “economic man”; coldly rational, obsessed with profit and prestige. - *Mira* – A young student, torn between the two worlds. - *Voice of the Earth (Theosphere)* – A mysterious voice that speaks through wind, light, and sound; represents living Nature. - *Students / Workers / Voices* – Chorus or background characters representing society. ------------------------------ *Scene 1 – The Lecture Hall* *(Dim light. The stage shows cracked concrete, weeds breaking through tiles. Professor Ananta writes on a blackboard: “Ecological Certainty = Theism of Life.”)* *Ananta:* Students, what is certainty? Is it a contract? A grade? A job? No. It is the quiet rhythm of the forest, which never doubts the sunrise. When the Earth breathes freely, life knows its way. That is ecological certainty. *(The door bursts open. Dean Varak enters with a tablet and two assistants.)* *Varak:* Professor Ananta! The Board demands results. We need new patents, not poetry. This “Free Nature Park” of yours brings no revenue. The government funds universities for *innovation*, not idleness! *Ananta:* Innovation? You mean *intervention*. You wish to dissect the forest until its silence screams numbers. But nature is not your livestock, Dean Varak. She is the breath that allows you to speak. *Varak:* Spare me your mysticism! Ecology is just resource management. We must teach students to *control* nature — not worship it. *(The lights flicker; a faint wind hums. The Voice of the Earth whispers.)* *Theosphere (voice):* Control is the illusion of the lost. The hand that grasps the seed too tightly kills the tree within. *(Everyone freezes for a moment; only Mira looks up, sensing the voice.)* *Mira:* Professor… did you hear that? *Ananta (softly):* Yes, child. The Earth still speaks in this university. But few still listen. ------------------------------ *Scene 2 – The Boardroom* *(Large screens show stock markets and data charts. The garden light from the other side flickers faintly.)* *Varak:* This institution must evolve! We will sell research rights, build factories in the valley, and partner with industry. Our students will study “Eco-Tech Economics” — the future of profitability. *Ananta (rising):* You would trade the heart of the Earth for numbers on a screen? The valley is the last free forest left. It is a cathedral of the living. Destroy it, and this university will have no soul left to teach. *Varak (mocking):* Soul? Ha! There’s no place for “soul” in science. Emotion is inefficient. Faith is outdated. We deal in *facts* and *formulas.* *(Thunder rolls. The screens flicker. The voice of Theosphere returns, louder.)* *Theosphere:* You have measured everything except your madness. You have mapped the stars but lost your own reflection in the river. *(The screens go black. Only the garden side glows in soft green light.)* ------------------------------ *Scene 3 – The Garden* *(Mira enters, carrying a small sapling. She kneels and plants it in the soil.)* *Mira:* Professor, will this grow again? *Ananta:* If the Earth forgives us — yes. The seed carries the memory of what we were: humans of free ecology, not slaves of economics. *(Varak enters slowly, looking defeated. His tablet is dead; no signal, no light.)* *Varak (quietly):* The machines… they’ve stopped. The city’s silent. Everything’s collapsing. *Ananta:* Collapse is not the end. It is the return. The Earth is teaching us again — as a mother teaches a stubborn child. *(Theosphere speaks softly.)* *Theosphere:* When the noise of profit dies, the song of life returns. Plant, and listen. *(Varak drops to his knees beside Mira, helping her cover the sapling with soil.)* *Varak:* Perhaps… this is the first real lesson I’ve learned. ------------------------------ *Final Scene – Dawn* *(Light spreads across the garden. The university buildings crumble gently into vines and flowers. The chorus of students and workers enter, singing softly.)* *Chorus:* The Earth breathes again. Certainty returns. The garden is the classroom, and life the teacher. *(Ananta lifts his hands toward the sunrise.)* *Ananta:* At last, the University has graduated — into the Biosphere. *(Curtain falls. The sound of wind and birdsong fills the stage.)* ------------------------------ *Themes & Message* - *Ecological Certainty* = Living harmony with nature and spiritual connection. - *Economic Uncertainty* = The destructive illusion of control and profit. - *Education’s Purpose* = To remember we are limbs of the Biosphere, not masters of it. ------------------------------ Would you like me to make this into a *full-length drama script* (with 3 acts and detailed stage directions), or adapt it as a *short film screenplay* version? -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Thatha_Patty" group. To unsubscribe from this group and stop receiving emails from it, send an email to [email protected]. To view this discussion visit https://groups.google.com/d/msgid/thatha_patty/CACDCHC%2BeoZ5MZwzLec8K2qhmswW8dmbcQnmdSETO0_SGS6ss8A%40mail.gmail.com.
