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the 'Fist' & the 'Pacifist'
Though my soul may set in darkness, it shall rise in perfect light,
I have loved the stars too fondly, to be fearful of the night.
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
My Movie

The copywriter Shalini ‘lived in’ with the Media Boss Rajan. She dreamt of the red carpets at Cannes and Locarno, ended up in a dingy police station with cops strip-searching her with their eyes. What happened to the Media Boss Rajan? He is now in Delhi, wheeling dealing and living the big life. But do you know he will have this big car crash so very soon?

The artist - Arjun and the writer - Anjali. Romeo and Juliet. They thought it would go on from now till eternity. But it lasted two months.

Shiva, the Software Engineer from San Jose, engaged to Lakshmi, a girl from his village west of Rajamundhri. He made the trip back home, living the “American mind Indian Soul” sham. She liked someone else…Venkatesh an Interior Decorator from Hydrabad. A guy who bought old design magazines and adapted alpine interiors for noveau rich IT engineers in the middle of Banjara Hills. Shiva went back to San Jose a six-hour stopover at Manila, with the pride of a martyr and the delusion of a fool.

The toy-boy Aakash who was “doing” his lady boss every weekend, she was “doing” his brains everyday. He realized all of this on his thirty-fifth birthday with a rave party at a distance and the sea at his feet.


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