I watched this movie ‘The Other End of the Line’ this evening. Honestly a very beautiful movie. I bet everyone with normal hormonal functions will love that. ‘Ouch’ ya fine no problem with the movie being beautiful, but this post is not about the movie, it’s about the Super-Gorgeous Shriya the protagonist of the movie.
Right from the first scene when Shriya is shown as working in the call-centre a bell started ringing in me. ‘May be I should make a career out of these call-centers. Man gorgeous women work there, though not Shriya at least her beautiful friend..’
Then after some moments I realized, ‘That’s stupid. There are beautiful women everywhere.’
When the first time Shriya showed signs of love for a stranger over the phone, ‘Wow that sounds like a superb idea! What if I go to America and buy a citi bank credit card and may be I will get a call from a beautiful girl like Shriya.”
“BULLSHIT” an instantaneous response from the back of my head. I continued to enjoy the movie or at least the Shriya part of it.
On ascending steps Shriya’s heel broke leaving cracks in my heart. Every step she took with difficulty was like plunging the sharp edge of her heel into my cardiac muscles. I told myself, ‘It’s fine, it’s fine, she will be fine.’ Man you see I am madly in love with her.
The movie went on. When Shriya meets him on the hotel accidentally, ‘This is reasonable. Perfectly reasonable. Why not I whack on her, and may be, ask her out for dinner.”
“Alarm! Alarm!’ The very little sanity left in me blared. ‘Idiot don’t you see, don’t you see he is handsome, hot and what not etc. if at all you whack a woman she may very well file a complaint against you.’ Trying hard to pull my broken heart together, I consoled myself that I am not that bad looking either.
On the party scene with Shriya in the velvet party wear. ‘Honestly this is easy. You don’t have to be handsome to buy such a chick party wear.”
The economist part of me pricked, ‘Mannnn, what are you talking about! A party wear in DOLLARS from a store in San Francisco.’ I swallowed, ‘I guess I have somewhere around 0.2 dollars in my pocket right now’.
‘Never mind’ I told myself trying to concentrate on the movie again.
Finally when he kissed Shriya at the climax, I had 90degrees. Hey! Hey! Hold it right there, I was talking about my hair. Lost in thought I let the names scroll at the end of the movie with the pleasant lines, ‘I can’t help falling in love with you..’ were playing reflecting my thoughts about Shriya.
After some 20 minutes I was sitting in my friend’s room, with the image of Shriya never leaving my eyes. I told him, “Man she is simply biiiutiiippuull. I can’t get her image out of my retina. Man….” I sighed deeply.
He coldly said, “Well, well, well this is your love no: 15,567.”