Sunday, September 30, 2012

Flash Fiction: Valentines Day


 The taxi went speeding past.

Nearly everyone on the street had to jump out of the way. The taxi driver didn't even bother to look back and see if he'd hurt anyone. If had turned back, he would've seen people shaking their fists at him, using words they'd normally avoid using. He was clinging to the wheel for dear life for he was convinced he'd boarded a crazy woman around ten minutes ago.

His passenger, the woman, was egging him on to go faster for she really need to catch a blue maruti speeding through the crowd, two cars ahead of them.

"Go, go, go!" the woman screamed, "Come on, I'll pay for your damages!"

The taxi driver chose not to point out that the only damage would be if he accidentally hit other cars or worse people. The woman was almost ready to strangle him. She couldn't make him understand how important it was for her to catch that damn blue car!

It was Valentine's Day and Sanchita was determined to profess her love for her college friend, Rohan, to him finally. She thought that if she waited another second he'd get taken by someone else for sure.

The driver of the blue car, Rohan, was oblivious to the fact that he was being followed, so he drove at his own sweet will. He got the shock of his life when the taxi pulled up next to him, and he heard a woman scream his name.

"Rohan! Rohan!"

He turned his head sideways and was surprised to find his old friend from college, Sanchita, practically falling out of the car window. He almost made to pull over, when the window of the passenger seat rolled down. Sanchita's face fell when she recognized the woman sitting at the back.

"Hi, Sanchita," she said, pleasantly.

It was her bitterest enemy from school, Tulip. She'd always managed to steal what Sanchita really wanted. Rohan seemed to be no exception. She couldn't figure out how Tulip managed to snag the guy from right under her nose. This was the most painful Valentine's Day for Sanchita.

She managed a smile and said, "Oh hey, Tulip."

"Do you want me to pull over, ma'am?" asked the taxi driver.

He didn't know much about the three but he could sense that this was a highly uncomfortable situation. Sanchita tore her eyes away from the blue car and said, "No, just drive me home."

She didn't know how her college and school friend crossed each others path. Right now, she couldn't even care. All she could care about was getting back home. Home, where everything would slowly make sense.

Thursday, September 27, 2012

Flash Fiction: The Ring

He pocketed the ring carefully, with a wry smile. It would be a long time before he reached into his pocket to bring out that ring again. He wondered whether waiting all these years for the right moment, he'd simply missed the bus. 

As he walked away, his childhood sweetheart looked at his back, with tears in her eyes. She had grown tired of waiting for him and had got engaged last week. Her sense of responsibility refused to let her runaway with her childhood sweetheart into the sunset. 

He recalled with much pain, that it had been quite a harassment to get the right ring for her. He laughed as he remembered his own discomfort at having to describe to the shop assistant exactly what kind of a ring he was looking for. He'd finally said, "The kind that professes love."

It had embarrassed him, and now the ring in his pocket seemed to make fun of him. He wished very much he could just throw away the damn thing. But it had cost him a fortune. It deserved a better burial. 

When he got home that day, he found his cousin sitting on his doorstep, looking like a crazy person. When he saw his cousin, he tried to manage a smile. But the cousin got down to business at once. 

"Why didn't you come to my engagement last week?" he demanded. 

It was then he remembered, that he'd forgotten about his cousin's special day. He had been so wrapped up in finding the perfect ring. He apologized for not being there and asked to see a picture of his cousin's bride to-be. The proud cousin happily pulled out his smart phone and showed him a recent photo of himself with his beloved. 

"Oh," said the man, recognizing the face of the woman. It was the same one he'd loved and worshiped all his years. Then he finally managed to smile. 

He pulled out the ring from his pocket and handed it to his cousin. 

"Use this for your wedding," he said, "Consider it a gift from your wayward cousin."

The ring was going to get the perfect burial. It would go to the person it had been destined for. But it wouldn't bear any connection to the one who'd originally got it. It had served its purpose and so had he, he thought, in her life.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Flash Fiction: Discovery

Everyone knew that the Babu was hiding something, but Rama didn't think she would stumble into his secret on a quiet Monday morning when the family had gone to visit the temple. She would swear to her friends in the evening that she had found it by accident. But in her heart of hearts, Rama knew she'd been snooping around her employer's house. She had taken full advantage of the fact no one was home that morning. 

She had often wondered what lay beneath the thick mattress of Mr. Chowdhury's bed. Today, she finally discovered it. Upon lifting the mattress, she found herself staring at a photograph. She had wanted to let out a scream, but the muscles in her voice seemed to have contracted. Her eyes had widened with fear yet she couldn't move from her spot, staring at the photograph. It would've been anyone else's instinct to drop the mattress and runaway. But Rama had never been like anyone else. 

With quivering fingers, she picked up the photograph and held it in front of her eyes. Tears stung in her eyes as she recognized the smiling face of the girl in the picture. Rama's whole world was spinning around her, as the memory suppressed over the years sprang back to life in her eyes. 

"Babu! Babu! My daughter is missing. Please help me find her, Babu!"

Those had been her words on that day, so long ago. He had assured her, he would find her daughter. She had believed him. 

Now she knew exactly where her daughter was. For the man, standing next to to the girl, in the picture, laughin at the camera was none other than her employer. He had something to do with her disappearance, he was convinced. She didn't remember their photograph being taken in her presence. She wondered now, rather grimly, exactly what had been going on being her back through all these years. 

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Movie Review: Tere Naal Love Ho Gaya


I might be a little late in reviewing this colorful little story, but it was only yesterday that I managed to wrench out a few hours for myself :)

Tere Naal Love Ho Gaya is an unconventional romantic tale, where an unwilling bridesmaid (Genelia D'Souza), forces a wronged rickshaw driver (Ritiesh Deshmukh) to kidnap her! She gives him the idea to demand ransom money from her father. With that money, they would split it and go their separate ways...

Like any other Bollywood story, our hero and heroine begin to fall in love. The day arrives when the ransom money has to deposited...and there comes the new twist in the tale!

Another man comes and kidnaps them both!!!

What follows after this is a hilarious stay at the kidnapper's place, where Mini (D'Souza) is thoroughly enjoying herself and Viren (Deshmukh) is trying his best to escape.

So what happens in the end? Do watch the movie to find out... :))