Angel – A short Story

Why is it so difficult for people to be happy?

Take for instance, Anita.
She was having a wonderful time with Prashant. Suddenly he said something unkind. Seeing her face fall, he was full of regrets. Apologised a hundred times.
She could’ve just accepted it gracefully and moved on.

But no! This became a trigger for melancholia! She left the restaurant in tears and rushed home.


You must be wondering about me. What is my problem if Anita is so distraught?
You see, I am her guardian Angel.
You have one too.
Our job is to ensure your happiness and safety all your lives.
But do you guys co-operate?
You make it so hard for us. With your constant fears. Imagined worries. Unnecessary fights. You guys just love to be miserable!

Anyway, lets get back to Anita.
Now that she’s heading home, I have to make sure her parents are out for dinner. Otherwise, seeing her in this state will upset them and trigger their melancholia too!
Relieved that no one is at home, Anita lets herself in heads straight to her bedroom, falls on her bed and proceeds to have a good cry.

She imagines all sorts of things.
Prashant leaving her, going off with another woman, marrying her and having babies with her! (At this point, she sobs uncontrollably)
She imagines herself as an old maid, ageing all alone in a nondescript old age home.
And all along, I wait frantically for her to snap out of it.
But when her imagination reaches a point where the attendant in the old age home rudely throws hot coffee on her, I decide I just have to stop it.

So Akhila, her best friend drops in for a casual visit. Does this cheer her up?
A little in the beginning. But after a while, she has to tell Akhila how badly she was treated by Prashant and starts her waterworks all over again!
I give up.
To distract her, Akhila switches the TV on.
I make sure one of Anita’s favourite film is aired on the channel which comes on.
But Anita just stares at the screen, stubbornly refusing happiness.
After an hour, hugging Anita & asking her to cheer up, Akhila leaves.

Anita’s alone again.
Turns off TV. Turns on the waterworks.
Her imagination soars again.
Charged with self-pity and hurt, she starts thinking about all her previous fights, trying to read hidden meanings in each one of them.

I become desperate. I have to stop her now.
Imagine if the almighty is watching me right now. If he catches Anita in such a melodramatic mood, I am done for!

In a desperate attempt, I arrange for her brother to call her from the US. This should cheer her up. She is very fond of him and still misses him sorely.

The phone rings. She picks it up. Her face brightens up in surprise and she smiles.
Thank God! I heave a sigh of relief.
After 40 minutes of catching up on each other’s lives and exchanging family gossip, she hangs up, still smiling.

If she goes to sleep now, maybe my work for the day is over.

But wait. Where is she going? It’s 10 in the night!
A walk to clear her head. But at least she’s happy now.

Uh-oh! I don’t like the looks of that man, eyeing her from the corner teashop.
He stubs out his cigarette and starts to follow her.
I have to do something.
Maybe I can cause a minor mishap and stall him.
But that’s going against my grain.

Or I can make Prashant materialize on his bike, with Anita’s favourite peach colored roses.
That’s it!
I do just that and after a few minutes of crying on his shoulder, she’s very happy.

Finally, I can call it a day now.
But who knows what problems this girl will create for herself tomorrow?

Anyway, tomorrow’s another day.

A fwd, for the girls!

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl ‘Will you marry me?’

The girl said: ‘NO!’

And the girl lived happily ever after and went shopping, dancing, camping, drank martinis, always had a clean house, never had to cook, did whatever the hell she wanted, never argued, didn’t get fat, traveled more, had many lovers, didn’t save money, and had all the hot water to herself. She went to the theater, never watched sports, never wore lacy lingerie that went up her arse, had high self esteem, never cried or yelled, felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants and was pleasant all the time.

The End

Movie Review – Drona

I read a rave review of this movie in the Sunday Express and had great expectations.

I was not totally disappointed though. The graphics and production value is much higher than the average Indian film. No rough cut-out surrounding the flying characters, no obviously super-imposed figure against a starry/cloudy sky and definitely no morphing of a character into another with bright light.

The movie is good too, if you don’t mind watching a full fantasy story a la Paheli style.

Aditya, is an orphan left with strangers who ill-treat him. But he does not know his illustrious heritage. The story has its base in Hindu Mythology.

Amrita, the nectar of everlasting life, is guarded by generations of Dronas for centuries. Asuras try to capture it all the while in various avataars according to the era they’re in.

How this new age Drona realises his powers and fights evil with a luscious body-guard by his side, is the story.

Its like watching a desi mix of Harry Potter, Spiderman and Matrix.

But the adaptation is definitely a good one. Its good to see rich Indian mytholgical stories put to good use, at last!

Abishek Bachchan has done a great job. So has Priyanka Chopra.

But why did they have to cast Jaya Bahchan? It is so cliched to have a real mom as the reel mom!

And one more jarring note is the wimpish spoilt brat who makes life miserable for Drona in the beginning of the movie. Why did he have to bear a strong resemblance to Shar Rukh Khan?  I’m sure there are more mature ways to handle competition.

And KK ruined his great acting by drawing inspiration from Jack Nicholson from Batman .

The special effects are outstanding. The sand-image of his forefathers is just brilliant.

The art direction is fab too. Would have been better if they ‘d cut down on the sequins.

And what I also liked is that they don’t specify any location. It starts off in a London-kind-of-place and goes to a palace in Rajastan (I think).  Rocky cliffs,  oceans, deserts and many such landscapes offer great backdrops for all the fights with evil, black-hooded men. The ras-pur is a great example for art and special effects. A Wild-West train chase complete with a horse is worth a mention.

I would have enjoyed the movie more if they’d not dragged the second half so much. And had cut down on the songs. None of the songs gelled with the story.

Bottom line: A fantastic visual treat if you leave your logic at home and overlook the obvious reference to the Hollywood movies mentioned above.

Book Review – The Finger Puppet

This book was strongly recommended by maami. I’m glad I picked up a copy.  I find it difficult to believe this is Anu Jayanth’s first book. The story just flows so lucidly and the house in Thirucchirappalli provides a great backdrop for the book. It almost feels like one of the characters.

Is this book about the bonding between sisters? Or about a tyrant father twisting the lives of his children and terrorising them? Or is it about the mother who never loses her serenity, whatever the circumstance?

l guess its all of the above…

Its about a lonely young girl blossoming into a lovely young woman despite hardships of an almost dysfunctional family.

The book does not shy away from harsh realities of life, but presents life as is, beautiful and ugly, serene and dangerous, loving and hateful…

Some may find the reference to the vedas a bit too long winding, but I quite enjoyed it.

I think I’ll read it again, go through it slower this time and relish every word.