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Farewell Script

The scene depicts a reunion of five friends ten years after their last meeting, showcasing their humorous banter about life, careers, and aspirations. Each character shares their current endeavors, with Insiya aiming to become a professional tennis player while balancing academics. The dialogue is filled with witty remarks and playful jabs, highlighting their camaraderie and the passage of time.

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Farewell Script

The scene depicts a reunion of five friends ten years after their last meeting, showcasing their humorous banter about life, careers, and aspirations. Each character shares their current endeavors, with Insiya aiming to become a professional tennis player while balancing academics. The dialogue is filled with witty remarks and playful jabs, highlighting their camaraderie and the passage of time.

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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.

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