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.”