It was still dawn when I stepped out of the cab and walked towards the entry gate of the Delhi airport. The early morning February air was pleasantly cold.
I was travelling to Bengaluru to attend a college friend’s wedding. It had been four years since we graduated from the same college. This wedding was also going to be a reunion of our batchmates. But what I didn’t know was that the reunion would begin much ahead of time; right in the queue in front of the airline counter.
I was almost sure it was she. Same height! Same long hair! Same complexion! Curiosity had my eyes glued to her. And then about 60-odd seconds later, when she turned, she proved me right. My ex-girlfriend stood two places ahead of me in that queue. We had never met after the college farewell.
The first time I saw her, I could vividly remember being enchanted by her bubbly smile. It had innocence writ all over it in bold letters. She was an absolute beauty. This only, to my disappointment, meant that I could only dream of her.
Why? You might ask. Firstly, I was the most average guy you could ever imagine. Secondly, I was the most nervous, with girls, mainly because never really got to have a female friend; it was almost a taboo talking to girls, so never really talked casually to girls of my age as long as I can remember.
I found out that we both had taken French as our extra subject. I was excited. In our first class together, I waited for her to come and made sure I sat next to her. We were four students actually, a girl and a boy and us.
I intentionally forgot my pen that day and asked her if she had an extra pen. Fortunately, she had and offered it smilingly. I’d make sure that I’d go pen-less to the class everyday so that I could borrow hers, and in the process catch a glimpse or two of her amazing beauty.
Naturally as you can expect, my grades in French were horrible, because, I had something more meaningful to gaze at, someone so beautiful to look at, than those jumbled alphabets.
One damned day, the French teacher decided to pass the time on me. You know, if a teacher knows that someone is unable to answer, they make it a point to nag that particular student. She wanted to me to translate “You are a woman” to French.
With the very limited knowledge of French I hadfrom peeping into Janani’s notes, I said, “Tues ma femme” addressing her and the whole class (or to put it in a better way, the remaining three) started to laugh their asses off and I didn’t know why. I wasn’t exactly liking my teacher’s face either, which was fuming with anger.
She was embarrassed perhaps, as she didn’t scoff at me and advised me to listen to the class more intently from now on. Phew!
Janani walked to me after the class, and as I was about to ask what I goofed up, she stared at me for a moment and burst into laughter the next second and I joined her too. It was beautiful to see her smile; it just made her more attractive, prettier than she already was.
“You know, you just said, ‘You are my wife’ to our French teacher?How romantic!’” she said still laughing. Oops, now I know. “You just replaced unewith ma, you know, the former is a partitive article while the latter is a pronoun roughly meaning, my”.
So, I had declared publicly in the class that the French teacher was actually my wife. Great! To steer away from my mockery and humiliation, I said, “Oh geez, I need a better teacher. You’re quite good in French. I wonder if you’d help me”, I asked her with a rather serious face, though the embarrassment of calling a 65+ year old grandma, my wife, couldn’t be digested as yet.
She looked into my eyes with a sarcastic smile, “You haven’t brought your pen today too?” she asked. I reacted as if I was surprised, “Yes, you know, I’m fortunate that you lend me yours every day, that’s so lovely of you, you know, see you gave it to me today too. I just keep forgetting it.”
“What about this then?” she asked pointing to my pen in her hand.
“Well, that, that is…well how did you get it? I mean I couldn’t find it anywhere. I searched for it, but you know, I thought it was lost”, I said beating around the bushes.
“Ah! I got it when it fell from your pocket when you got up so fast, to answer that million-dollar question”, she looked smug as if she had just solved what Holmes wouldn’t have, in his life time.
My cover was blown. I indeed brought my pen every day, just in case, you know. “Ah okay, I thought like, ah nothing, well I will remember not to keep it in my pocket hereafter, ah no, I meant that I’ll bring it to class from now on” I stammered as I rushed back pretty embarrassed.
The next day, I didn’t ask for her pen and silently was beginning to taking notes, when she pushed her pen towards me asking, “You’d need a pen right?”
“I think, I do”, I said with a gentle smile as welooked each other right in the eyes, this time I felt drawn towards her more, than ever. Her smile felt prettier. This was the beginning of “How I met my love”.
From then on, there was no looking back. Our relationship started blossoming from the second year. I mean we were really into it. 3rd year was the best. We celebrated our Happy First Year Love Anniversary.
I had set up my room with candles. I made my best to keep the room clean. Girls! If your boy cleans up his room just so that you could enter it and not feel uncomfortable, then marry him!
It was serene, beautiful, and her presence made it look just perfect. We sat together and shared a cupcake with a candle on it. It was simple and yet wonderful.
I leaned onto her; looked into her eyes. Took a heavy breath, held her head very gently and leaned even more. She leaned back. We both looked into our eyes as if it was the first time we were doing it.
I could hear her hush. I could no longer wait. I whispered “I love you” and she whispered back “always” and we looked each other again before retreating to finish off our cupcake.
That was our love. And we were madly into it. Things seemed just way too perfect that I began doubting its existence. The final year approaching, we decided to lessen our lovey-dovey stuff. We, instead of cuddling beside each other, helped ourselves to do well in the final exams. And it worked, obviously.
Now, before every major exam, there was one huge carnival aimed at easing ourselves.One among the many contests was a beauty contest.
There was this self-acclaimed so-called beauty, when all she was, was just someone who knew how to present herself beautifully with shitloads of makeup.
She’d been the reigning queen for the past three years. Janani was never into this stuff. During the initial years, I wanted to convince her to try it out and I was damn sure that she’d kick Zoya’s ass with ease, but didn’t have guts, moreover we had otherthings to do at that time.
But this time, Zoya was flying way too much, her ridiculously high pride fueling her. She was pretty sure that she’d be the first person to win it 4 times in a row and create a history of sorts.
I couldn’t but feel frustrated knowing fully that she didn’t deserve even a slice of fame this bitch was enjoying. Her bossy nature and immeasurable pride made her everyone’s punching bag. She was so lost in her loathly pride, that she didn’t realize that she was a beauty without brains and that she was so much hated by others, ah,except by some of her equally detestable friends.
My friends and enemies alike didn’t want her to win. It was understandable. Before it was just a competition, but now, it was not letting her create a piece of history. Obviously, none of us had done anything to create history but, we wouldn’t let her do too, because all she did was being a bimbo she was.
Hence, they approached me to convince Janani to take part in it. I, for my part did my best, but she still hadn’t made her mind on it. But you know what people advise people with no brains to do? Keep their filthy mouths shut.Zoya obviously hadn’t heard of this advice, I guess.
Hearing the rumor that Janani might finally participate, she did her best to avoid her from participating. She, instead of pouring water over fire, poured in a heavy amount of oil, to face consequences which we will presently see.
She had apparently said, “Oh! Wouldn’t your boyfriend be humiliated if you lose? Oh! I’d love to see his head hanging so low, obviously they’ve bet their money on him thinking a loser like you will win” with a smug smile that made her look like a whore who had just had sex.
But Janani was insinuated and charged to her, “Know what? I had doubts regarding joining this or not. But now, it’s all clear. Get ready to get your ass kicked cheapo”
That was it. That was really it. The competition followed sooner than we thought and Janani, my lady love, clearly emerged the winner, besides beating Zoya by a humiliating margin, which seemed to suggest that all her fame were a mere alms generously offered by Janani over the years, 3 to be exact.
One thing I knew was thatZoya never looked this angry and I knew revenge was in store. Thereafter, I was more protective of Janani.
Zoya would never forget this insult, especially of this scale.She was reduced to some other girl. The queen was dethroned. This was too big an embarrassment for anyone to forgive and forget, but Zoya seemed to do the exact thing, which was, well, weird.
Everything went well, with no traces of Zoya trying to do anything suspicious. We were delighted and looking forward for the college farewell party.
The most-awaited day came. And it came with a bang! We both dressed impeccably, more so because I wanted my friends to be jealous. Yeah baby! Yeah!
The exams were over. We got ourselves a degree. We were elated and Idid things I was warned by Janani not to –booze.
My memory began fading away slowly amidst my eyes turning misty. I felt dizzy for a moment. My recollection of that dreadful night kept haunting me. I hadn’t known what had happened in the party, except that we kissed for the first time.
My friends said I was found unconscious in the party and when I woke up, she was gone. I heard a crumbling sound in my pocket as I stood up. It bore nothing and I couldn’t make anything out of it, until I found “With love, Zoya” at the back.
But, Janani had gone. I never got to explain her, the story of my side. One thing was sure. I was drunk that night, quite heavily. The hangover still hadn’t set out.
Fast forward to the present, I could see her recognize me, whilst not so happy. I wasn’t the neatly-shaved, well-groomed young boy any more. It was four long years and just couldn’t get over her, and I badly hoped that she would still be single, for I still loved her and why she broke up with me, was baffling me.
There was an announcement regarding the delay of our flight by 3 hours. The airport seemed less busy today. I wanted to make the most of these three hours.
I said a “hi” with a forced smile. She greeted me back. I asked if it would be okay if I had a word with her. Emotions were brimming in my heart and eyes were misty. I just felt like hugging her as tightly as I could and beg her to come to me back, forgiving anything that made her break up with me.
“I really, really don’t know what made you go away from me,” I said my voice already cracking, “these four years without you; have been like hell, with guilt constantly pricking me where I wronged you”.
I couldn’t look into her eyes. My head somehow stayed low with shame of which I was consciously unaware of. Maybe, my sub-conscious mind knew. I couldn’t control it, my voice became mushy.
I handed over what I thought could be a justification on my part. That parched piece of paper, with “With love, Zoya” written over it. I knelt down to her and pleaded my innocence.
That was when I felt tears from her eyes. I looked at her. She woke me up, and well, kissed. She was still crying. I couldn’t get anything. “I’m really, really sorry. I shouldn’t have left you,” and oddly, she kissed me once again. Odd.
She was emotional. I was happy. I got kissed twice now, the second one being on the lip, what else do you expect?
“How was it? Our first lip-to-lip kiss?” she asked visibly excited. I was baffled, but said it was the best one.
“Remember the night you were kissed by at the party?” she asked me curiously. “Well, I didn’t kiss you for sure.”
Zoya, I thought. The bitch carried a grudge; a revenge well taken.
Well, children, you know, that’s the story of “How I met your mother”, as we apparently had you.Yeah baby! We finally did the goddamn thing!
This short story was written two years ago, for Times Of India’s Write India contest, by Amit Joki, who comments here.
sravishanker1401gmailcom
April 29, 2017
Ha ha Amit Joki ! That ending was the piece de resistance
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Amit Joki
April 29, 2017
Thanks BR 🙂
Though should have proofread it before sending it in, to remove glaring grammatical mistakes 🙂
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Sundar
April 30, 2017
All very cheesy… “First kiss was actually with anothee person’ Reminded me I’d the friends episode.. Ross,s first kiss with Rachael was actuall with Monica….:)
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Madan
April 30, 2017
Nice one! The narration style is great, just clean up your English a bit. Should be self proclaimed, not self acclaimed, for instance. Also try to use more infinitives instead of gerunds. Like when you use, “began fading away, “, “began to fade away” sounds better. It’s a very Indian trait and even I originally used trying instead of try to above. 😛 But very evocative narration; liked “parched piece of paper”. Takes imagination to apply adjectives to a bland and inanimate object.
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Madan
April 30, 2017
Sorry, “try using” instead of “try to use”. Trying makes no sense in that context.
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
April 30, 2017
Madan : Very instructive and enlightening comments. My English is going to pot and I’ve just discovered the resource who will put me on track 🙂
I’ve been guilty and am still guilty of many Indian Englishisms. It definitely pays to know which is correct instead of hiding behind “Thats the way everyone speaks / writes”
That parched piece of paper is a lovely Late Cut
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Amit Joki
April 30, 2017
sravishanker140: 😀 thanks!
Madan: Those are quite useful tips. Will definitely keep them in mind. That goof up was what I meant by the earlier comment 🙂
P.S I have some easter egg/reference in the story, which you guys can pretty well find out knowing me as you guys do. Can anyone guess it? 🙂
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Madan
April 30, 2017
sravishanker: Saar, you do flatter me too much. You are no slouch with your delectable cover drives and flamboyant upper cuts, if I may. But yeah, Indian Englishims are infectious and when in the midst of people who use them, it slips into your own vocab too.
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Madan
April 30, 2017
Amit: If it’s a Dhanush reference, it’s probably going to fly right past me because I haven’t watched his films in a long time. Last three-four years a very few Tamil films; had watched some of his earlier films like Thulluvadho Ilamai, 7 G but recent a nothing.
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
April 30, 2017
Ha Ha Madan
I was just remembering Quelch’s Latin class in the Billy Bunter series.
“Who wants to construe today ?”
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
April 30, 2017
Madan : Ah ! Now I remembered the question I wanted to ask.
Is “just remembering” an Indianism ? Maybe I should correct it to “Just remembered” or “Just recalled”
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
April 30, 2017
Amit Joki : “she was so much hated by others, ah,except by some of her equally detestable friends.”
LOL
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Amit Joki
April 30, 2017
Madan: Haha okay! You must have watched Raanjhanaa though! I took the name Zoya from Sonam Kapoor’s character.
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rothrocks
April 30, 2017
@ sravishanker: In that context, yes. Not that native English speakers wouldn’t ever use ‘remembering’ but there they would use ‘just remembered’.
@Amit Joki: I haven’t watched Ranjhanaa but yes, based on the storyline and Sonam Kapoor, can relate to it now.
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
April 30, 2017
Madan : Thanks ! That was useful
Amit Joki : I’m sure Sonam will love you for it 🙂
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Anu Warrier
April 30, 2017
Amit, I don’t know if you welcome comments but there are some usages in the story that don’t mean what you think they do. ‘insinuated’ is one instance – a person can’t be insinuated. Also, ‘like a whore who just had sex’ – means what, exactly? Sorry, professional hazard – I’m an editor.
There’s a descriptive quality to your writing, but if you’re writing in English (or any other language, for that matter) pay attention to phrasing and grammar. A good thesaurus and Strunk & White (for English) should get you started. 🙂
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Anu Warrier
April 30, 2017
SR, good to meet another Bunter/Quelch fan. 🙂
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Amit Joki
April 30, 2017
sravishankar140: You bet! 😀
Anu Warrier: Amit, I don’t know if you welcome comments
Come on, Anu. You insult me! We may have disagreed sometimes before, but that doesn’t mean I’ll look your comments through the same prism! You’re one commenter whose comments I look forward to, and it’s been a pleasant surprise that you cared to comment here, when I thought you’d not be bothered about this piece of mine 🙂
Yes, thanks for pointing the “insinuate” usage out. I wanted to use “incite” but guess I wasn’t aware of that word 2 years back 🙂
Also, ‘like a whore who just had sex’ – means what, exactly?
Okay, you’ve asked for it. Almost everytime, in a porno, the guy doesn’t come inside her. It usually ends with her giving a BJ and after she cleans it up, she smirks as if she’s just cleaned Ganga. I likened Zoya’s smirk to this one. This was what I wanted to convey. But I guess it is wrong on my part to assume whores do the same too.
Now as far as political correctness goes, I don’t mean to say whore = pornstars. I should have probably used “pornstar” in the place of “whore”, my bad sorry, I guess I didn’t use that because pornstar is a gender-neutral word whereas whore isn’t, I hope you’d not mind excusing me for this blunder, considering this was written like 2 years ago 🙂
You’re an editor? I am hoping I can avail your service with some discounts sometime 😀
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brangan
April 30, 2017
Anu Warrier: There’s an old Greek saying: Be careful what you ask for! You might actually get it!
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Amit Joki
April 30, 2017
BR: I didn’t want to put out explicitly, such an NSFW comment, but I couldn’t find any other way of explaining it, ugh, it’s pretty embarrassing now -_- Sorry 😦
Anu: Thanks for suggesting that book, but it’s been retitled to “The Elements of Style”, I guess. Quite a gem of a book 🙂
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Anuja Chandramouli
April 30, 2017
Anu Warrior: So glad you asked 🙂 Amit’s explanation had me chortling 🙂 🙂
Amit Joki: You have taken all the well meant criticism in the right spirit!! Good luck with your writing 🙂
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brangan
April 30, 2017
Oh to be a fly on Anu Warrier’s wall when she flips on her comp and reads that comment! 🙂
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
April 30, 2017
Ah – Anu the Warrior checks in atlast
BR : Beware of “Trojans” bearing gifts ? 🙂 🙂
KayKay : Where the F…. are you !!!
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brangan
April 30, 2017
Trojans. ROFL!!!
Guess this thread has quickly turned to the favourite topic of commenters here 😛
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
April 30, 2017
“All roads lead to the honeypot” (Old Malayalam saying)
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brangan
April 30, 2017
I must say I have never heard of the Ganga being invoked with such… spunk!
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Anuja Chandramouli
April 30, 2017
BR: I must say I have never heard of the Ganga being invoked with such… spunk!
#ROFL and #ROFL some more! Such wholesome humour… My cup runneth over!
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Anu Warrier
April 30, 2017
head to desk 🙂 , that was what was known as a ‘rhetorical question’. I only hope that when an editor poses that question to you in real life, you don’t give him/her this answer!
Before I comment on the comments ( 😉 ), some serious responses to Amit’s explanation.
A) Please do not base your characters’ behaviour/expressions on what you have seen in a porn film unless the character is a pornstar/ is in a situation where that analogy is pertinent. Your analogy failed by mile here.
B) Secondly, if you mean porn star, do write porn star – not whore. They are not interchangeable. Don’t invoke political correctness for the lapse.
C) Most importantly, don’t use words you don’t understand. (That goes for me as well; I’m not picking on you.) If you don’t quite know what you mean, but you have a vague idea of what you want to say, a dictionary is your friend. Look for the word closest in meaning to what you have in mind, and check for synonyms.
In your usage, Janini was ‘incited’ also doesn’t read well.
D) Big words do not necessarily make your writing any more profound. Some of the best writing lies in the simplest language that expresses deep emotions.
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Anu Warrier
April 30, 2017
@ SR: I’m glad to have provided – albeit unwittingly – a laugh riot! I should have known, or at least, guessed, what with the subject matter just waiting to be mined.
Anouja, I must confess that ‘chortling’ was not my reaction to that explanation. I had a serious WTF moment. 🙂 (And no, no pun intended!)
@BR – [If you had been a fly on the wall] You would have seen a slightly exasperated look, reminiscent of your school headmistress faced with a particularly trying child. 🙂
Kaykay, for the love of all that’s holy, please save me from the deluge of puns. 🙂
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Amit Joki
April 30, 2017
Anu Warrier: Point duly noted. Thanks.
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praneshp
May 1, 2017
@Anu Warrier: I read your “serious responses” before the article and the other comments, and just wanted to say thank you. (D) has really helped me over the last few years.
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Anu Warrier
May 2, 2017
That was unexpected, Pranesh. Thanks.
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KayKay
May 3, 2017
“KayKay : Where the F…. are you !!!”
SRavishanker, what the hell do you need me for? Between you and B, you’re a couple of “Pun” Stars!
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KayKay
May 3, 2017
“Kaykay, for the love of all that’s holy, please save me from the deluge of puns”
What can I say, Warrior? Sometimes you’re just asking for a tiny slice of cake, but then get cream-pied with all of it 🙂
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KayKay
May 3, 2017
Amit, nice little essay, reminded me of the Ryan Reynold’s rom-com Definitely, Maybe with a dash of Chetan Bhagat’s Half Girl Friend.
Up till your explanation today, I’d had an image of Ganga recalled from an Amar Chitra Katha comic I read as a kid, one of a woman entrapped within the matted coils of Lord Shiva’s hair. Now, thanks to you, I still picture a woman and matted coils, but in an entirely different context 🙂
You are a Legend, Mate!
Yeah, about that sentence “like a whore who just had sex”. Smug or not, people of all professions do tend to have a smile on their face after sex 🙂
If you want to work the word “whore” into that sentence I’d go for something that better captures a feeling of smugness like
“She had the smug smile of a whore who lifted her sleeping John’s wallet and found it brimming with cash”
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KayKay
May 3, 2017
And Amit, given all the “spunky” comments around here, it’s quite apt that your story finished with a Happy Ending 🙂
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
May 3, 2017
KayKay is BACK and how !
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Anu Warrier
May 3, 2017
@ KayKay: I should have known better than to ask for your help! 🙂
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Anuja Chandramouli
May 3, 2017
Sometimes I think KayKay’s gems are the best part of BR’s blog 🙂
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
May 3, 2017
KayKay : Maybe your post should be designated as ‘Forbidden Kiss’ – The Epilogue / Aftermath or even ‘The C….x’
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sravishanker1401gmailcom
May 3, 2017
“She had the smug smile of a whore who lifted her sleeping John’s wallet and found it brimming with cash”
Thats straight out of Bertolucci’s lemon ‘The Sheltering Sky’ – in this case the smug expression ends up on John Malkovich;s face.
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SharathC
May 4, 2017
An Aaromale !
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Naveen
May 5, 2017
Amit, will this get into any of your future short films or films? quite a workable plot. do it before Dhanush is too old to play this character
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Amit Joki
May 5, 2017
Naveen: In an ultra conservative city like Madurai, I find it difficult to even talk to girls in public without making some people’s heads turn. It is a bit too long a shot to direct them and it is quite limiting and frustrating.
I have finished my second short which BR will soon be publishing I hope and for the girls characters, a commenter here Vighnesh Hampapura helped me by shooting his female friends as I wished him to and sent me over the footages which I edited later.
Yes. I have a whole script in mind that’s lot more than the above plot and have zeroed in on Dhanush and Radhika Apte to play the parts if I get lucky enough to direct it 🙂
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Naveen
May 7, 2017
Wow, Dhanush and Radhika Apte would be a great combo. might be difficult for Simbu to catch up, as D and S usually book same heriones by design or default. donno where S is heading to. btw, what is ur take on P Pandi? not sure i saw much from you on that thread
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Amit Joki
May 8, 2017
Naveen: I had typed out my response there in a big paragraph 🙂 I liked it for the most parts, and as someone there noted, the fight scenes were staged awkwardly. That’s one thing I wish was done better. Music was great! Dhanush’s cameo was great too but the closing stretch was the cherry on the cake. It made up for any little flaws that might have cropped up earlier. It is a movie which that will leave you with a smile 🙂
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Naveen
May 8, 2017
yes, it did. thanks to D a ton for bringing back Revathi in a non-Amma role in Tamil.
first half was a bit predictable and t.v. serial like, second half went into a totally different plane. was surprised that D could bring out so mature. he was literally glowing in his scenes. a gr8 presence in the movie
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Rahini David
May 8, 2017
The Chetan Bhagat style was kind of unmistakable especially in the first half.
🙂
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Amit Joki
May 8, 2017
Rahini: Is that a good thing or bad thing? I am confused because the only book I’ve read of Chetan is Half Girlfriend which I didn’t quite like 🙂
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Amit Joki
May 10, 2017
For those who liked this, I had also written a short story when Nirbhaya’s case was going on. Now that the justice has prevailed I found it best to publish the story on her birthday that is today when she would have turned 28.
Do have a look at it if you are free at https://amitj0ki.wordpress.com/2017/05/10/nirbhaya/
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shootingstaar
May 31, 2017
This piece bothered me more so because of the portrayal of Zoya and the author’s efforts to ensure the readers dislike her character. I mean, the highest insult we can throw at a woman is call her a prostitute, plus the one who just had sex? I’m not sure if I want to laugh at this or be mad. I’m just confused.
I like the French class scene and the flow of the story otherwise. No hate, but as I said, this story bothered me just a teeny bit. Anyway, cheers.
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