Isn't "Life" mysteriously complicated for a 20-year-old ?
As a toddler, I always thought, that being 20 gives me the license to discuss the share market with Papa. 20, is an age, when I am old and responsible enough to help Mumma with cooking and other household chores.
But what exactly happened ?
Growing up happened. Beers happened. Egos happened. Girlfriends & Boyfriends happened. Careers, well, I hope they eventually do happen.
Someone invented the concept of not going to the movies alone. And there you are - missing out on half of the blockbusters because you dread being called a psychotic loner who chews caramel popcorn at the nearby cinema hall every weekend.
We used to be happy with one pair of floaters for every kind of outfit that existed on Planet Earth.
But, NOW ??!! *filmy pause*
Now, we require pink chappals with yellow tops and blue ones to match the white. We need sneakers to complement our sexy leg revealing shorts and classy stilettos for branded dresses. And yes, we are so modest we settle for flip-flops for whatever's left (No, other shoe species has been invented for the rest na, isliye we adjust - we are nice people). And to buy those, you compulsorily need to tag along someone to Bandra or Causeway because the Shoe-Shop next door wont suffice.
There were those blessed times, when shorts were convenience -clothing. The kind you wear for the unrecognised purpose of not having to wear skinny pants.But now, the focus has shifted from convenience to how good/sexy/tanned/muscular/waxed your legs are. Good Morning. I wear shorts to avoid sweating and I am not one teaspoon interested in discriminating between bermudas, boxers and hot-shorts. I just need less clothes on !
Photographs. Oh-my-Holy-Lord. Photographs are only clicked with the whole & sole objective of winning the who-has-more-pictures-on Facebook trophy ! The person with the most number of pictures, supposedly gets the Ooh-La-La-she-is-uber-cool tag and the extra jazz to her personality. I admit. I am no less. (The Dramebaaz photofreak in me just hammered my head from the insides). Hold on, how can i not mention our beardless, forever-pouting, jaunty adolescents. The ones who unfalteringly keep clicking their own one sided-portfolios, doing full justice to the extra money spent by rich daddies on hi-tech camera phones. Boys are not even an inch behind. Ever read Time Machine ? It said that humans of the future will all be feminine with calves & eyes like those of women. We aren't much off the mark I must say.
Television Series.
"Watch Bones?"
"No."
"Okay. Lost toh pacca dekhi hogi!"
"NO."
"Err, how do you survive ? How I met your mother toh 110% dekhi hai i know it"
"No. Nahi Dekhi."
"Oh-Em-Gee !! What do you do whole day?"
"Well, I SLEEP!!! I watch ghaati Bhojpuri movies and dance on Tamil songs with Mum when i feel like. Because, mein Normal hu. Stuck between Mumbai-and-Manhattan nahi.
Abuses like Stupid, Moron, Idiot, Fool, Donkey, Monkey were enough to mock friends and disgust parents. But now ? A normal sentence of the 21st century teenager stands fractionally incomplete without the use of our favorite versatile noun-cum-adjective-cum-adverb-cum-verb "Fuck" :D
Okay. I need to stop. I am aware that this note might just outshine your "The most clinched note I have ever read" list. The above thoughts and opinions belong to me and the voices in my head with no offence to any living human/dog/spider/plant/rat thriving on the planet.
Chalo, Bye-Shye. *waves*
" Highly tenacious and thought provoking script, cool , modest and definitely straight from the heart... writing which not only interests a naive reader but compels one to think that if this script has been copied to what one have been thinking in one's head for like sooo long..
ReplyDeleteEngrossing the examples of stiletos and photographs do sound like cynically cursing one's own species but it brings out the earnest fact of being and staying connected to them, no matter how and what it takes to be. I especially liked the twist in the vocab for "the ultimate word - Fcuk" - wonder what a lexicographer would make that of.... a punch on his face for ruining his life spanning studies of the language and grammer.
With a pinch of "jargon masala" and "stylo fry" this blog outwits the audience in many ways than other. Sparkles the curosity of reading more and connecting to the writer. Any comment will not be remembered if it does not gives the writer some words to ponder upon... so I can only say that this particular artifact will spin eyeballs if the writer adds a personal stint and avoids falling prey to jargons.. for not all readers will make an effort to reread and understand the emotions or thought behind carefully woven words... ..
All in all - a powerful script for a first time writer. Good luck for the upcoming releases... Will be my pleasure to wait for another saussy script from a tiny toddler....
Break a leg !