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04 December, 2010

The Mystery (Of the Missed calls)

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10:45 PM

Tring Tring.
Hello??” “Who? Jappi?? No, I am not Jappi, I am Arvind; sorry wrong number

Tring Tring.
Hello? Sorry this is not Kattreguppa Junkyard, what? No we don’t buy or sell scrap metal

Newspaper?? " Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh, "you wanna sell it? Hell, Ok I will pay you 10 rupees per Kg ok? No, not a pie more than that, if you are Ok come to my shop Today evening”  .

Thank God this wasn't tough. Atlast I could ward him off. Let him go searching for the Newspaper Buyer's store and raise hell about the bargain, Not my mistake *Notorious and Irritated*

Phewwwwwwwwwwwwwww !!!!
This is my routine life, Every wrong number in this country connects to my phone and  there is nothing I can do about it. My doctor uncle asks me to look at the positive side - It helps increase my patience and control my blood pressure. You belive that?? Blood pressure my foot. If I get another such call, I will… I will… I will wriggle his neck and cut him to pieces. But,  If it is a gal it’s still Ok, I can flirt for a while ;) *notorious and plotting*
How I wish if a sweet and cute girl calls me… oh here goes it again.

Tring tring, Tring tring.
Yes? What?  No, this is not  SAVE SUICIDERS phone line” (Now you know where the Jhoota hi sahi team copied the idea from :P )." Hey,  what? No , please!  listen to me, don’t kill yourself. Hello? hello? you there? Hello? Hello?”. 

Goodness Gracious!!  did she kill herself? What did I do? I could have simply lied and saved a life. I can never forgive myself  for having done this.

The next day Bangalore Mirror , a local newspaper reported a young girl’s suicide case on front page and that is all I needed to go weak in the knees. I killed her. If there was a rewind option, how I’d love to talk to her and convince her not to trade her life so cheap.

I was down with fever the next few days. On that, my friends narrating me stories of the haunting ghosts didn’t help a bit. What’s worse was those Mysterious MISSED CALLS.  They weren’t missed calls actually. I was  afraid to receive calls from unknown numbers lest the ghost of her talk to me and question  why I didn’t stop her?
To aggravate things, a pattern has developed in last few days. I get calls every night at 10:45 PM from an unknown number, A single unknown number. Was I suffering the same like Farhan Akhtar in Karthik calling Karthik? May be. I checked with family and friends. I got an equivocal answer, we won’t dare play a prank when you are going through such a trauma. I also noted that they were actually MISSED CALLS. Two rings and the call gets cut.

I am going freaking crazy. I need a way out. I know the only way is to face it. It is 10.44 and my phone will ring in next 60 seconds.I will receive the call today, I mean tonight ( Can’t help the confusion, I am already shaky and afraid, fear creeping in from all corners). Tonight, I will talk to her and confess, ask for forgiveness. What could go wrong?  Worst, her ghost may take my life and I will become a ghost myself and haunt someone else. But how bad that can be? Not bad than the present state I am in. Need not spend my nights awake and have nightmares during the day. I will do it. Come what may, I will pick the call before the second ring. Yes, come on. Bring it on, 5 seconds to go, 4, 3 ,2,1 and trrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrring.

Click “Hello?”

Total, absolute and perfect silence.
It is less than a second’s silence and 1000 thoughts flood my brain. Is it really her? Is it her ghost? Will a hand reach out the phone and choke my breath? Will someone realise that I am dead by morning? Who will I haunt? I don’t have an enemy as such….. so  on and so forth.
Coming back to the phone call , with all strength I mutter again  “H-H-hello??”
And  then I hear those words

Hi Janu, where were you I have been trying to reach you for past few days. You don’t respond to my calls?”
Me: “What?”
She:  “You know I called you yesterday and day before and the before that also. We saw you with some gal at the pani puri stand out my hostel. I thought you had come to meet me. Who was she??

I was confused. Her ghost was playing with me before putting me to rest. But there was no point beating round the bush. So I said  “I am sorry. I tried to stop you but you were already dead by then. I am serious I wanted to help you but before I could say something you were dead

She: “ Ha ha, you are kidding right? trying to avoid my question? I wont give up until you tell me who she was, else I will call your parents and tell them you were going around with some gal even after being betrothed to me”.

Hell !! this ghost is really in some funny mood . I said again “ I am sorry, please don’t kill me, I didn’t mean to let you die, I haven’t slept since that day, I mean night, I am repenting, please forgive  me, please please. I want to live longer please don’t kill me” I panicked.

She responded You freaky moron, aren’t you  Hameed my Fiance?”. 

I was like “ Hameed who the hell is Hameed?"

She  Aren’t you really Hameed? Oh shiii

I let out a huge sigh and  looked down at my WET pants. Everything wasted, sleep, food  energy, time  and lifetime's achievement  of never having wet my pants before. All for a Bloooooooooooooody wrong number.

Sorry. Wrong Number”. I said and cut the call

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    03 December, 2010

    Let there be no light

    She woke up from her limbo in absolute jet black darkness. She felt severe pain in her head and had difficulty with expressions on her face. Too tired to move she just lay there. A chill went up her spine. Only then it dawned on her that she was lying naked on a cold floor, as if in an ice container. She started to crawl on all four limbs, exploring the place with her sense of touch. Every tissue in her body was frost, going immobile. She dragged her body with all her strength to find an opening and get out into warmth and heat. At times she fell back gasping for breath but the will to survive made her go forth.  She sensed something soft like an organ- a human ear; she wanted to sense the rest of the body but it was all by itself; as if cut off from someone’s head. She wandered a bit further and fear crept in. There was more than one pair of human ears lying around. She shuddered and moved chaotically rolling over and crashing with things she realized to be hair wigs, human heads and tongues or may be spleen or pieces of liver. She was frenzied and kept rolling to get far away when at last she sensed something solid plastic and not soft. She hit the switch. A bulb glowed over her and she was seeing herself in the mirror. Her dark long hair was gone, replaced by  a big gap in her skull, she realized her nose wasn’t hers’ and there were stitches around it, her dark eyes were replaced with hazel ones and her ears, they were missing. She shrieked and collapsed.

    Her organs were lying around in one of those heaps.

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    01 December, 2010

    Erin Brokovich

     Title: Erin Brokovich

    Tagline: She brought a small town to its feet and a huge corporation to its knees.

    Cast: Albert Finney, Julia Roberts, David Brisbin

    Writer: Susan Grant

    Director: Steven Soderbergh

    Before I talk about anything else I would like you to know that Julia Roberts has won Oscar(2001), Golden Globe(2001),BAFTA Film Award(2001), Blockbuster Entertainment Award(2001), Broadcast Film Critics Choice Award(2001), Empire Award-UK(2001), LVFSCA Sierra Award(2000), London Critics Film Circle Award (2001), Los Angeles Film Critics Association award (2000), MTV Movie Award (2001), National Board of Review-USA award(2000), SanDiego Film Critics Sociey Award (2000), Screen Actors Guild Award(2001), Teen Choice Award(2001) for the best Actress for her title role in Erin Brokovich. There have been numerous other nominations and awards for this film, all in 48 nominations and 28 awards. I think that conveys a lot.

    This film is based on the true story of Erin Brokovich, who is responsible for the largest lawsuit to date, $330 million, against a company that poisoned a town's drinking water. Erin Brokovich, a single mother of three children who is into dire financial conditions. She lands a job as a filing clerk at her Lawyer Ed Masry’s office. After working a few weeks at the firm, Erin comes across a real estate file containing medical records. With her curiosity piqued, Erin convinces Ed to allow her to investigate the connection, and she treks out to the desert town of Hinkley. And from here starts the passionate struggle and journey of Erin to sue PG&E.

    Erin is foul mouthed, daring, compassionate and a winner who gives in everything she has for a cause she believes in and, she believes in getting justice to the victims of this scam. She gives her life to this case. Her family is falling apart but her sheer determination keeps here going. She talks to all the people of the Hinkley town, around 640 families take her word and believe in her determination. She is blunt and not at all sophisticated, she abuses all the lawyers and other respectful people, she knows the case details of all the families, their addresses, their phone numbers, family details and their miseries BY HEART . I am sure no other actress could have done this role better than Julia Roberts. She slips into the skin of Erin and lives it to the dot.

    It is a must watch movie for a connoisseur of world class cinema.
    Movies like this one, come rare, don’t miss it