The lucky Friday
Curiosity kills the cat – a very old proverb. I never believed it. But some things you never believe till you experience themselves. It was last Friday that taught me the lesson once again.
It happened so that Niru – the hero of this story was working in the night shift that day. It was around 12.30 a.m. when I think he finished his work. He seemed to be relieved from the tension he was bearing since an hour or so. Although the work was over, his shift was going to be till 2.30 that day… It was Friday, since not 13th, it proved to be very much lucky for both of us.
Niru soon got bored with the mails. The time was very much wrong to call up someone just for the sake of time pass. I think this poor chap doesn’t even have a girlfriend to call up at any point of time.
That’s why he soon started looking for some other ways to pass the time. He started reading a novel. Now it was my turn to get bored. I had no other work to do. There was no one else on the floor. So I started playing my old games. I just switched on a monitor. Again switched it off, picked up a phone and called up to the neighboring extension on and so on. It was really funny to pass time like this with no one getting much curious about the things happening here. Thank god for the full moon’s night that time because of which I was getting more and more fun doing this but soon I was bored even of that. I was also not feeling much sleepy that day so I decided to start playing with the chairs. I was extreme cautious in not making even the smallest sound which would have disturbed Niru… but after all I am not GOD… mistakes were bound to happen…
One of the chairs I was swirling round and round suddenly went out of control and bumped on the wall beside it. A big sound… and definitely Niru was disturbed. He rose from his chair, looked at the direction of sound but found no one. He was amazed. He left his book on the table and came towards the chair I was playing with. The chair was still swirling round and round. He was puzzled and decided to inspect what had really happened there and that’s where he made a mistake of his lifetime….
It was full moon’s night. I prayed for him to come as near to the chair as possible. The chair could have been the medium for us. He came near to chair and even moon was just about to get behind a cloud when I used all my strength and just pushed him aside which made him to fall down. He looked lot more puzzled than before. I was constantly looking at the moon from the window. This was a golden chance for me. ‘I should make a quick move before he gets up alone just that this moon should come out of the clouds’, I thought.
Just duration of around 2 seconds, but it seemed to me like 2 years…When the moon was out from behind the clouds revealing a full cute circle, somehow I felt charged, a new feeling entered me. Niru was still lying there, trying desperately to get up. I think he had a major injury when he fell down. I went to him, hoping that the moon will still be out of the clouds at least for some time to help me out of this situation.
“Niru, take my hand and try to get up.”, I said. He looked puzzled. Someone suddenly arising from nowhere and offering help that too by calling you by your pet-name without any prior introduction would definitely scare anyone.
“Don’t be afraid. Just take my hand and get up.” Though reluctantly he gave me his hand to get up and Niranjan Khandekar performed probably just last mistake of his life. As soon as he accepted my help, he got up very much smoothly but that was not all. Something very very mysterious happened. I could see myself getting into his body and his soul coming out of it… obviously to make a new entry, there has to be some empty space…
Last expressions I could see on his face were that of getting puzzled, being afraid of something unknown but I am sure as soon as he must have understood the transformation, he must have felt definitely better. The same way I had felt around 3-4 months ago when in a very much similar situation, a strange soul had entered my body throwing me out.
It had felt bad, even worse at times to see your own body in someone else’s control. There were lots of people around me but none of them was able to communicate with me. It was worst especially when I could see my body with me outta it behaving very much like me. Being such a roaming soul without his own personal body and that too when the time for death for the body hadn’t yet arrived. It was boring at times because of the loneliness, but still I enjoyed it quite a lot. For temporary reasons I had achieved freedom from the boring works of coding, debugging and so on, but after all I was a soul of a software engineer and at times felt a real urge to do some programming work… but that was not possible at all.
Soon I had realized that in a full moon’s night especially when the moon is not covered by the clouds, I gain some powers, though temporarily, I can touch things, I can interact with them, I can take any form, I can talk to people. I tried to do so earlier, but the guys around me just fled away thinking of the tiredness making them to face the hallucinations.
Sooner I started roaming around the new buildings nearby. There were lots of friends there. Although all souls looked similar, some were completely different in appearance. These ones had some divine powers. One of such divine ones taught me the art of getting into a new body. Just the condition was that the body in which my so-called re-incarnation was to happen should have come forward to take my help in some case where in return I was allowed to take up that body.
God bless the brave guy Niru. He rescued me. I am happy. Now I have got a new body. I liked it. Of course I don’t have much other option now because when I entered this body somehow I just forgot the technique of making my soul free or exchanging from one body to the other. Whatever that might be… but now I have started loving this body. I was a bit tensed that how I was going cope-up with daily life of Niru, because I was not at all aware of his personal life but his brain helped me a lot. No one has yet even thought of the soul getting changed.
I am sure Niru can see me… I mean his real soul. He must be happy though that now he is completely free of the boring things of this mortal world. He will enjoy it for some days. As soon as he gets to know about the divine souls, he also will get the technique of re-incarnating into another body and will be back with some other body. After all it’s just a matter of a few weeks probably.
Really the Friday was very much lucky. I got a new body and Niru became free temporarily though from the cruel mortal world. He will soon find a new body and start his life once again. Really it’s rightly said… whatever happens… it happens for your good only.
Tuesday, May 8, 2007
SECRETARY IN MY OFFICE BUS
SECRETARY IN MY OFFICE BUS
“Diya, I love you. I love you like anything. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Whatever I do I do for you. Look into my eyes and tell me, do you love me? Diya, tell me do you love me???” some typical dialogues from a Hindi movie and she definitely gonna get impressed… One or two more sentences and then she is mine… I look towards her face. Her eyes now filled with tears. Diya Mirza finally saying Yes to me…She wants to say something but somehow she is fumbling for words. Finally her lips open up to speak the best words I have ever heard in my life till today… her lips open just to say… “It’s time to wake up… the time is 6.40…”
Damn! Once again… This was the bullshit talking alarm of my cell… I don’t know why these cell companies can’t hire women who have a bearable voice... ok I am not demanding the wakeup voice to belong to Asha bhosle or Lata Mangeshkar (if it is so, everyone gonna keep listening to it and no one will ever wake up…) but at least a voice which is at least of kind of bearable??? But no... I think these people are just confident about “Laaton ke bhoot baton se nahi maante….” And since they can’t give us the kicks, they take revenge by hiring women with the worst voices ever for recording the alarm sound. The whole thing is that this is the way my so-called ‘good (!) morning’ starts…
Soon after performing some really WWF stunts to get into the bathroom and toilet each of us - me and my five roomies somehow manage to complete all the morning chores in time and set for the office ( how we manage to complete everything on time is still a puzzle and can be a subject of someone’s PHD…). We all are Software Engineers (Please don’t make any faces.. we people are not sooo bad… life is ok lets say at times quite a lot good for a software engineer like me…) and yaa… we work for a highly reputed IT company.
Aha... now this is the real start of our day. Walking a couple of yards , then waiting for the bus (which is always late when we are on time and vice versa), reaching office by that bus which was I think bought during the pre-independence times and now each and every part of the bus just does the work of relieving the horn. Ya ya I know not much adventurous or exciting journey as expected, right? But this was just the background. The main reason for this travel to be bearable is Secretary….. Puzzled huh? Let me explain….
I still remember that day…I had just shifted from our company provided accommodation to this house after finally (only those bachelor guys who spent hours in searching for a good rental house and have experienced the societies saying they want only gals or families… will know the significance of this word) getting a rental house. It was my first day in the office… as I got into the bus, a sweet girl was sitting there on first seat talking to her friend and smiling in between. Her specs were just an addition to her beauty. First cute girl I saw in Pune living near my area, working in my company and that too traveling by same bus as mine and most importantly her face uncovered… yes... these Pune girls … they cover their faces like the robbers just set to rob a national treasure. So the point is that her face was fully visible. She was not a miss universe kind of girl but was fairly cute and sweet to stare at. Good... so at least we don’t need to search for some other time-pass for spending the travel time every morning and evening.
As expected there was no seat available that can be said ‘near’ to her. I think she was the only angelic kind of girl there in case of looks and so I think everyone was looking at her only. I also joined the community of stare-rs. I didn’t know her name and even her ID-card was hidden beneath her dupatta so it was not possible for me to catch even a glimpse of it to get her name. This was a serious problem and had to be dealt with urgently. So in the evening when we got back from the office, we- me and 2 of my roomies who travel to phase-2 called for an emergency meeting. The main agenda was to get her name. The very next day the three agents were trying their best to catch a glimpse of her name on her ID-card. I was very much sure about the capability of all of us and was damn sure that I gonna have her name with me by the end of the day…
But my luck was not so easy on me. This angel was even smarter than all of my agents. Somehow she just managed to hide her Id from all of us. Even Yogendra – the most experienced person in case of love who has got a good experience of 2 years in love and is a champion in helping the people in need, couldn’t get the name. He was more frustrated than me because of the failure. I still kept cool ‘cause this was not the first time for me. Till today I have met with dozens of such so-called angels and have got nothing except a sarcastic smile. So I was a bit cool but it seems my friends were more enthusiastic than me in getting her name for me. Since everyone was committed honestly to his own girlfriend I was sure that they were doing this just for the sake of their friend. Then Sanjay a newcomer in case of love, committed happily to his girlfriend came out with a brilliant idea. “Ok Niru (That’s my nick name… all my friends think my actual name –Niranjan is too long to call by so they gave me this nick-name.) Now it’s our duty to get her name for you, but even if you get her name then in case we want to talk about her we won’t be able to do it man. So, the current solution is to give her a pseudo-name.” Yes. Sanjay is a genius. The idea was definitely a good one. If we get a name like this for her she is not going to understand anything even if we talk about her on her face. So now the current mission was to get a perfect pseudo-name. Now only two brains were available here. Not that Yogendra lacks one but now he was busy in fighting with his girlfriend on phone and from experience we were quite sure that this gonna continue at least for 3 more hours.
“What about Secretary???”, Sanjay again. “Whaat??? Secretary?? What makes you to get that name for my cute, sweet angel??”, I screamed, but Sanjay was adamant. Once he decides something to do he carries that out whatever might be the case. Even he had a mouthful of explanations for the same. “See, she is pretty and just think if you are chairman of a company and you have a secretary and this is her, then will you ever bunk office?” “No way!!!”, I thought. Actually the name was not that good … my angel and that too a secretary? No chance of it. She can be a PM or CEO but a secretary?” “Ok. Then you give me a better name”, said Sanjay. I thought hard but somehow no name struck my mind. “After-all Secretary is not a bad name” I said. “Not bad??? It is the best name.” So finally the name was finalized. It was Yogendra who found out her real name 2 days later and in return took a Cadbury temptation from me. But we continued using the secret name only.
Actually this would have been a perfect start for romantic and adventurous love story. One day I dared and went ahead to talk to her. Later we became quite a lot good and then very close friends. She started reserving seat for me just besides her in the bus. We started calling each other before leaving the office. Even we didn’t realize how our friendship slowly changed into love. Now she is my girlfriend. Yes… We are happily committed to each other and this was my short cute love story.
No. The last paragraph was bullshit. Yogendra gave me the real name. But what next ? I am not that kind of a person to go to a girl you like, introduce yourself and start talking to her. So the result is that I am still waiting for a person who knows both of us and introduces us to each other. Till today, me, Yogendra and Sanjay have been commenting about her, regarding her dress, her style and all, but amongst us. These two have also been teasing me for sometime now. But I have not yet dared to talk to her personally. It has been around 5 months now that I saw her for the first time, but till today neither she gave me a smile when I looked at her nor I did. Everyday when I get into bus my eyes unknowingly just search for her. I look at her, at times even she looks back at me but we don’t exchange even a smile. Then I look for an empty seat nearer to her but never next to her. The journey to and from the office begins and also ends like this everyday. Nothing has changed since the day I saw her for the first time. Everything is just same. The only thing changed that in the morning nowadays is secretary has replaced Diya Mirza. All other things continue along with the pathetic alarm voice “It’s time to wake-up……” ….
“Diya, I love you. I love you like anything. I love you from the bottom of my heart. Whatever I do I do for you. Look into my eyes and tell me, do you love me? Diya, tell me do you love me???” some typical dialogues from a Hindi movie and she definitely gonna get impressed… One or two more sentences and then she is mine… I look towards her face. Her eyes now filled with tears. Diya Mirza finally saying Yes to me…She wants to say something but somehow she is fumbling for words. Finally her lips open up to speak the best words I have ever heard in my life till today… her lips open just to say… “It’s time to wake up… the time is 6.40…”
Damn! Once again… This was the bullshit talking alarm of my cell… I don’t know why these cell companies can’t hire women who have a bearable voice... ok I am not demanding the wakeup voice to belong to Asha bhosle or Lata Mangeshkar (if it is so, everyone gonna keep listening to it and no one will ever wake up…) but at least a voice which is at least of kind of bearable??? But no... I think these people are just confident about “Laaton ke bhoot baton se nahi maante….” And since they can’t give us the kicks, they take revenge by hiring women with the worst voices ever for recording the alarm sound. The whole thing is that this is the way my so-called ‘good (!) morning’ starts…
Soon after performing some really WWF stunts to get into the bathroom and toilet each of us - me and my five roomies somehow manage to complete all the morning chores in time and set for the office ( how we manage to complete everything on time is still a puzzle and can be a subject of someone’s PHD…). We all are Software Engineers (Please don’t make any faces.. we people are not sooo bad… life is ok lets say at times quite a lot good for a software engineer like me…) and yaa… we work for a highly reputed IT company.
Aha... now this is the real start of our day. Walking a couple of yards , then waiting for the bus (which is always late when we are on time and vice versa), reaching office by that bus which was I think bought during the pre-independence times and now each and every part of the bus just does the work of relieving the horn. Ya ya I know not much adventurous or exciting journey as expected, right? But this was just the background. The main reason for this travel to be bearable is Secretary….. Puzzled huh? Let me explain….
I still remember that day…I had just shifted from our company provided accommodation to this house after finally (only those bachelor guys who spent hours in searching for a good rental house and have experienced the societies saying they want only gals or families… will know the significance of this word) getting a rental house. It was my first day in the office… as I got into the bus, a sweet girl was sitting there on first seat talking to her friend and smiling in between. Her specs were just an addition to her beauty. First cute girl I saw in Pune living near my area, working in my company and that too traveling by same bus as mine and most importantly her face uncovered… yes... these Pune girls … they cover their faces like the robbers just set to rob a national treasure. So the point is that her face was fully visible. She was not a miss universe kind of girl but was fairly cute and sweet to stare at. Good... so at least we don’t need to search for some other time-pass for spending the travel time every morning and evening.
As expected there was no seat available that can be said ‘near’ to her. I think she was the only angelic kind of girl there in case of looks and so I think everyone was looking at her only. I also joined the community of stare-rs. I didn’t know her name and even her ID-card was hidden beneath her dupatta so it was not possible for me to catch even a glimpse of it to get her name. This was a serious problem and had to be dealt with urgently. So in the evening when we got back from the office, we- me and 2 of my roomies who travel to phase-2 called for an emergency meeting. The main agenda was to get her name. The very next day the three agents were trying their best to catch a glimpse of her name on her ID-card. I was very much sure about the capability of all of us and was damn sure that I gonna have her name with me by the end of the day…
But my luck was not so easy on me. This angel was even smarter than all of my agents. Somehow she just managed to hide her Id from all of us. Even Yogendra – the most experienced person in case of love who has got a good experience of 2 years in love and is a champion in helping the people in need, couldn’t get the name. He was more frustrated than me because of the failure. I still kept cool ‘cause this was not the first time for me. Till today I have met with dozens of such so-called angels and have got nothing except a sarcastic smile. So I was a bit cool but it seems my friends were more enthusiastic than me in getting her name for me. Since everyone was committed honestly to his own girlfriend I was sure that they were doing this just for the sake of their friend. Then Sanjay a newcomer in case of love, committed happily to his girlfriend came out with a brilliant idea. “Ok Niru (That’s my nick name… all my friends think my actual name –Niranjan is too long to call by so they gave me this nick-name.) Now it’s our duty to get her name for you, but even if you get her name then in case we want to talk about her we won’t be able to do it man. So, the current solution is to give her a pseudo-name.” Yes. Sanjay is a genius. The idea was definitely a good one. If we get a name like this for her she is not going to understand anything even if we talk about her on her face. So now the current mission was to get a perfect pseudo-name. Now only two brains were available here. Not that Yogendra lacks one but now he was busy in fighting with his girlfriend on phone and from experience we were quite sure that this gonna continue at least for 3 more hours.
“What about Secretary???”, Sanjay again. “Whaat??? Secretary?? What makes you to get that name for my cute, sweet angel??”, I screamed, but Sanjay was adamant. Once he decides something to do he carries that out whatever might be the case. Even he had a mouthful of explanations for the same. “See, she is pretty and just think if you are chairman of a company and you have a secretary and this is her, then will you ever bunk office?” “No way!!!”, I thought. Actually the name was not that good … my angel and that too a secretary? No chance of it. She can be a PM or CEO but a secretary?” “Ok. Then you give me a better name”, said Sanjay. I thought hard but somehow no name struck my mind. “After-all Secretary is not a bad name” I said. “Not bad??? It is the best name.” So finally the name was finalized. It was Yogendra who found out her real name 2 days later and in return took a Cadbury temptation from me. But we continued using the secret name only.
Actually this would have been a perfect start for romantic and adventurous love story. One day I dared and went ahead to talk to her. Later we became quite a lot good and then very close friends. She started reserving seat for me just besides her in the bus. We started calling each other before leaving the office. Even we didn’t realize how our friendship slowly changed into love. Now she is my girlfriend. Yes… We are happily committed to each other and this was my short cute love story.
No. The last paragraph was bullshit. Yogendra gave me the real name. But what next ? I am not that kind of a person to go to a girl you like, introduce yourself and start talking to her. So the result is that I am still waiting for a person who knows both of us and introduces us to each other. Till today, me, Yogendra and Sanjay have been commenting about her, regarding her dress, her style and all, but amongst us. These two have also been teasing me for sometime now. But I have not yet dared to talk to her personally. It has been around 5 months now that I saw her for the first time, but till today neither she gave me a smile when I looked at her nor I did. Everyday when I get into bus my eyes unknowingly just search for her. I look at her, at times even she looks back at me but we don’t exchange even a smile. Then I look for an empty seat nearer to her but never next to her. The journey to and from the office begins and also ends like this everyday. Nothing has changed since the day I saw her for the first time. Everything is just same. The only thing changed that in the morning nowadays is secretary has replaced Diya Mirza. All other things continue along with the pathetic alarm voice “It’s time to wake-up……” ….
GOOD FRIDAY
GOOD FRIDAY
“Niru, Call for you…”, this was Rahul. Truly speaking, I don’t like such interruptions when I am busy in some really important work and especially when I was chatting on messenger with my special friend regarding the Valentine’s day celebrations…but my experience says this is the time my PM calls me to discuss something about the project. So anyways I got to the phone a bit reluctantly. “Ya, Niranjan here”, “Hey Niru, What about a movie today?”. Damn…. This was Sanket, my roomie. He was interrupting me in some of my very very important works. But anyways, you have to suffer sometimes (almost always in my case) because of your friends.
“Which movie maan? This Fame Akurdi is showing just 3 films. I had enquired yesterday. They are showing GURU, Salaam-e-Ishq and Black Friday. I have seen the first two. So me coming only if you people going for Black Friday”. “Obviously yaar. We also have seen the other two. So we are going tonight for the 10.15 p.m. show. Done”. “Done”, I said and literally slammed the phone down. I actually didn’t like the idea to spend the 3 hours of my snoring time in watching some art film based on the Mumbai ’93 blasts rather than having some cool imaginary dreams and on the top of that discussing the plan about it leaving my chatting window unattended for whole 5 minutes. Till then she had gone offline. I cursed Sanket like anything and started for some other person available for chat.
It was around 9.35 p.m. when we reached the Chapekar chowk. This is the place where we could get a rickshaw to the theatre. There were 3 of us, me , Paras and Sanket. I have observed one thing always; when we have to go to Chinchwad Station, the rikshawwallas are ready to go to the theatre and when we want to go to theatre they want to go to the station. After waiting for a whole of 5 minutes there were 2 more people and a rickshaw Walla ready to go to Fame. I really don’t know how much powerful the engine of that rickshaw was but it was simply able to reach Fame with a total 7 big and heavy masses each weighing around a century. It was Thursday so the crowd was very much less. We got the tickets easily and I think we were the first ones to reach the hall and occupy the seats.
Watching the ads in this theatre is also a good experience. Cool ads, cool models, and cool jingles attached to these ads. And then there was the National Anthem. The theatre has to show this before each and every movie. We like it. This anthem clip consists of all super people including Lata Mangeshkar, Asha Bhosle, Pt. Bhimsen Joshi and even A.R.Reheman. The anthem was over and now just a few moments for the actual movie to start when a large group of around 15-20 people entered the hall. They were all in white clothes and talking to each other in loud voices and at the same time, occupying the seats arbitrarily.
Truly speaking we didn’t like their arrival. They seemed to belong to some political party and such a group arriving for a sensitive movie like Black Friday was definitely not a welcoming thing. But anyways we didn’t have any choice so we just ignored them, the only thing the so-called white collar people would do in such a situation.
The movie started soon and the dialogues, music and the cinematography just made us to get so much involved in the movie that when a person yelled to the top of his voice with a bad word, first of all we thought the Police officer in the movie is yelling at the convicts. This guy had just entered the hall and bad words were coming out of his mouth just like water from some leaky tap. He again was in white shirt and we simply assumed him to be belonging to the same previous group. Again we ignored him and started watching the movie again. But this guy was not much cool like his friends as we thought. He was continuously passing some comments about the dialogues in the movie. Cursing a particular community and also yelling at their symbol of worship.
Everyone was getting disturbed, not because the dialogues of the movie were not audible because of this moron’s unnecessary comments but he was unnecessarily commenting on them, their lord, which would have been really hurting if anyone of them would be present there. But again we the so-called white collar people were just quiet hoping that he will shut his mouth sometime later. But he didn’t. The comments’ frequency went on increasing and that too each time using more and more cheap comments. We didn’t do anything. We now had just mastered the art of filtering out those unwanted comments and listening just to the movie.
There was the height of his nuisance when he started yelling at the community’s lord. He didn’t stop for around 4 minutes and the language he used was just getting worse as the seconds went by and finally a guy spoke up, “hey you please shut your mouth. And behave yourself.” “Who was that telling me to shut my mouth? Come here and try it yourself” and then there went a long Rajdhani Express of some of really worst words almost all of them were completely new to us. The brave guy who dared to speak up rose and started walking to that nuisance when one of his friends just said in a voice clear to everyone in theatre, “Wait till the interval. Just watch the movie now. We’ll tackle this later.” The guy again sat down and started watching the movie.
We thought this was just a threat to the nuisance guy and were sure that nothing gonna happen next, just that we will have to curse our luck that our timing for viewing the movie was bad. Soon there was the interval and we were about to move to the snacks counter to get some refreshments when we noticed the white-clothed group was moving towards the nuisance. We didn’t anticipate anything and neither he that he was sitting on his seat comfortably without bothering anything. There were 2 friends of the nuisance accompanying him there and now they were getting alerted that the whole group of 10-15 people was standing surrounding them. One guy I think the brave one went ahead and gave him simply one tight slap… I think they slap definitely softer in those saans-bahu serials since the sound of that slap was so powerful that even the maintenance persons in the theatre left work and run to the group. Then there were some questions asked to the nuisance, the questions which had no purpose and also were not intended to have any answer. People were asking him why he was delivering such bad words and why he was disturbing the others and before he could even open his mouth he would have got minimum a couple of slaps and before he could recover from that some more questions were ready with even more slaps.
It was around 3 minutes and around 15-20 slaps that he somehow managed to apologize and leave the hall. He straight away went to the toilet to wash his face. I think till then the whole effect of the liquor he had consumed had completely disappeared. He was there with eyes filled with tears trying to wash his face, when someone again asked, “Why the hell were you making such comments? Are you out of your mind?” “Sorry sir. I said sorry already. I am really sorry.” And this was the last time he spoke anything. The brave guys’ group was now in the toilet and now they were asking him the questions in their own style. He was now completely strengthless and was now just trying to escape from them. But people were not allowing him to let him go so easily. They were beating him just like anything. It was this group that threw him out of the theatre and then only came back to the cinema hall to watch the remaining part of the movie.
It was a completely memorable experience. We really liked this. Although the nuisance was punished more than he deserved, but when such sensitive matters like religious beliefs are being attacked by the people, not all of them consider them just to be the words to be ignored. Some might take it harsh and since we have a very long tradition of taking A’s revenge from B, this can result in a total chaos. There are always some people in the society who have some prejudices about the things happening around them. They view each event from that point of reference and they also try to convince the others about their views. Generally the youth is very much susceptible in such matters. If the anti-socials are able to captivate the youth’s brains then it’s really difficult to take them out of it. Especially while the movie had some really disturbing scenes and dialogues and really it meant for mature audiences only, people forgot to make sure that the maturity is not merely dependent upon the age but the mental capacity of the person. If a grown-up like the nuisance can behave in such a completely irresponsible manner then the criterion for viewing the movie should be changed from 18 and above to above normal maturity level.
I just wanted to congratulate all those people who showed the daring to throw that nuisance out of the theatre. I am not commenting whether India is awaking or my thinking power is not that much but whatever happened there was indeed good and showed a good sign of youth coming out against the wrong things. It’s usually normal practice for people to ignore things till they don’t become a big nuisance and physically hurt you and till then the things are turned worse at times worst as they are almost beyond correction. Timely control of these things is of utmost importance and that’s why I would like to congratulate all those who made the later part of the movie really better in the absence of those moronic comments. Really the Black Friday showed us a Good Friday.
“Niru, Call for you…”, this was Rahul. Truly speaking, I don’t like such interruptions when I am busy in some really important work and especially when I was chatting on messenger with my special friend regarding the Valentine’s day celebrations…but my experience says this is the time my PM calls me to discuss something about the project. So anyways I got to the phone a bit reluctantly. “Ya, Niranjan here”, “Hey Niru, What about a movie today?”. Damn…. This was Sanket, my roomie. He was interrupting me in some of my very very important works. But anyways, you have to suffer sometimes (almost always in my case) because of your friends.
“Which movie maan? This Fame Akurdi is showing just 3 films. I had enquired yesterday. They are showing GURU, Salaam-e-Ishq and Black Friday. I have seen the first two. So me coming only if you people going for Black Friday”. “Obviously yaar. We also have seen the other two. So we are going tonight for the 10.15 p.m. show. Done”. “Done”, I said and literally slammed the phone down. I actually didn’t like the idea to spend the 3 hours of my snoring time in watching some art film based on the Mumbai ’93 blasts rather than having some cool imaginary dreams and on the top of that discussing the plan about it leaving my chatting window unattended for whole 5 minutes. Till then she had gone offline. I cursed Sanket like anything and started for some other person available for chat.
It was around 9.35 p.m. when we reached the Chapekar chowk. This is the place where we could get a rickshaw to the theatre. There were 3 of us, me , Paras and Sanket. I have observed one thing always; when we have to go to Chinchwad Station, the rikshawwallas are ready to go to the theatre and when we want to go to theatre they want to go to the station. After waiting for a whole of 5 minutes there were 2 more people and a rickshaw Walla ready to go to Fame. I really don’t know how much powerful the engine of that rickshaw was but it was simply able to reach Fame with a total 7 big and heavy masses each weighing around a century. It was Thursday so the crowd was very much less. We got the tickets easily and I think we were the first ones to reach the hall and occupy the seats.
Watching the ads in this theatre is also a good experience. Cool ads, cool models, and cool jingles attached to these ads. And then there was the National Anthem. The theatre has to show this before each and every movie. We like it. This anthem clip consists of all super people including Lata Mangeshkar, Asha Bhosle, Pt. Bhimsen Joshi and even A.R.Reheman. The anthem was over and now just a few moments for the actual movie to start when a large group of around 15-20 people entered the hall. They were all in white clothes and talking to each other in loud voices and at the same time, occupying the seats arbitrarily.
Truly speaking we didn’t like their arrival. They seemed to belong to some political party and such a group arriving for a sensitive movie like Black Friday was definitely not a welcoming thing. But anyways we didn’t have any choice so we just ignored them, the only thing the so-called white collar people would do in such a situation.
The movie started soon and the dialogues, music and the cinematography just made us to get so much involved in the movie that when a person yelled to the top of his voice with a bad word, first of all we thought the Police officer in the movie is yelling at the convicts. This guy had just entered the hall and bad words were coming out of his mouth just like water from some leaky tap. He again was in white shirt and we simply assumed him to be belonging to the same previous group. Again we ignored him and started watching the movie again. But this guy was not much cool like his friends as we thought. He was continuously passing some comments about the dialogues in the movie. Cursing a particular community and also yelling at their symbol of worship.
Everyone was getting disturbed, not because the dialogues of the movie were not audible because of this moron’s unnecessary comments but he was unnecessarily commenting on them, their lord, which would have been really hurting if anyone of them would be present there. But again we the so-called white collar people were just quiet hoping that he will shut his mouth sometime later. But he didn’t. The comments’ frequency went on increasing and that too each time using more and more cheap comments. We didn’t do anything. We now had just mastered the art of filtering out those unwanted comments and listening just to the movie.
There was the height of his nuisance when he started yelling at the community’s lord. He didn’t stop for around 4 minutes and the language he used was just getting worse as the seconds went by and finally a guy spoke up, “hey you please shut your mouth. And behave yourself.” “Who was that telling me to shut my mouth? Come here and try it yourself” and then there went a long Rajdhani Express of some of really worst words almost all of them were completely new to us. The brave guy who dared to speak up rose and started walking to that nuisance when one of his friends just said in a voice clear to everyone in theatre, “Wait till the interval. Just watch the movie now. We’ll tackle this later.” The guy again sat down and started watching the movie.
We thought this was just a threat to the nuisance guy and were sure that nothing gonna happen next, just that we will have to curse our luck that our timing for viewing the movie was bad. Soon there was the interval and we were about to move to the snacks counter to get some refreshments when we noticed the white-clothed group was moving towards the nuisance. We didn’t anticipate anything and neither he that he was sitting on his seat comfortably without bothering anything. There were 2 friends of the nuisance accompanying him there and now they were getting alerted that the whole group of 10-15 people was standing surrounding them. One guy I think the brave one went ahead and gave him simply one tight slap… I think they slap definitely softer in those saans-bahu serials since the sound of that slap was so powerful that even the maintenance persons in the theatre left work and run to the group. Then there were some questions asked to the nuisance, the questions which had no purpose and also were not intended to have any answer. People were asking him why he was delivering such bad words and why he was disturbing the others and before he could even open his mouth he would have got minimum a couple of slaps and before he could recover from that some more questions were ready with even more slaps.
It was around 3 minutes and around 15-20 slaps that he somehow managed to apologize and leave the hall. He straight away went to the toilet to wash his face. I think till then the whole effect of the liquor he had consumed had completely disappeared. He was there with eyes filled with tears trying to wash his face, when someone again asked, “Why the hell were you making such comments? Are you out of your mind?” “Sorry sir. I said sorry already. I am really sorry.” And this was the last time he spoke anything. The brave guys’ group was now in the toilet and now they were asking him the questions in their own style. He was now completely strengthless and was now just trying to escape from them. But people were not allowing him to let him go so easily. They were beating him just like anything. It was this group that threw him out of the theatre and then only came back to the cinema hall to watch the remaining part of the movie.
It was a completely memorable experience. We really liked this. Although the nuisance was punished more than he deserved, but when such sensitive matters like religious beliefs are being attacked by the people, not all of them consider them just to be the words to be ignored. Some might take it harsh and since we have a very long tradition of taking A’s revenge from B, this can result in a total chaos. There are always some people in the society who have some prejudices about the things happening around them. They view each event from that point of reference and they also try to convince the others about their views. Generally the youth is very much susceptible in such matters. If the anti-socials are able to captivate the youth’s brains then it’s really difficult to take them out of it. Especially while the movie had some really disturbing scenes and dialogues and really it meant for mature audiences only, people forgot to make sure that the maturity is not merely dependent upon the age but the mental capacity of the person. If a grown-up like the nuisance can behave in such a completely irresponsible manner then the criterion for viewing the movie should be changed from 18 and above to above normal maturity level.
I just wanted to congratulate all those people who showed the daring to throw that nuisance out of the theatre. I am not commenting whether India is awaking or my thinking power is not that much but whatever happened there was indeed good and showed a good sign of youth coming out against the wrong things. It’s usually normal practice for people to ignore things till they don’t become a big nuisance and physically hurt you and till then the things are turned worse at times worst as they are almost beyond correction. Timely control of these things is of utmost importance and that’s why I would like to congratulate all those who made the later part of the movie really better in the absence of those moronic comments. Really the Black Friday showed us a Good Friday.
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