“What’s right about her, first you tell me,” Ashish asked back. “Achi
khasi to hai,” his dad really couldn’t figure out. To be honest, she was really beautiful. “To start with, she doesn’t have camera sense.” Ashish is the quintessential Bengali good boy with oiled hair and no bad habits. Till a certain age he has concentrated only on his studies.
Ashish is the quintessential Bengali good boy with oiled hair and no bad habits. Till a certain age he has concentrated only on his studies; post cracking every entrance test that you can imagine. He went for the prestigious engineering course from one of India’s leading colleges. Four years later he got job offers from across the country but he had to settle in Kolkata only.
Once he got the job of his choice, he thought now he had the freedom of living life the way he wanted and by freedom he meant only from girls. Yes, girls were a strict no no for him. His father once caught him chatting up with a sweet-looking girl in the locality when he was in class six. That day returning home he got the thrashing of his life. Later he was advised that he will get ample chances for rang raliyan, but if he let his mind wander now he will have to regret it all his life. Ashish was an obedient son and sincerely believed you should always listen to your parent’s advice, for they know what is best for you. From then till now he strictly avoided girls.
But what about the hormonal madness his body was going through. Well he kept them satiated by watching the beautiful heroines of Hindi movies. He was fascinated by them, the way they danced, the way they sang, the way they dressed and fought with the entire world for their lover. Now that he had a job of his own he thought that the transformation from the virtual to real world will be acceptable. Alas, it was not to be so. “First, have a solid foundation,” his father advised yet again. Yes, he will have the chance to interact with girls now but five years down the line he can get someone much better. “As beautiful as the heroines you fantasise about,” his father struck the right chord.
t was enough motivation to slog for 12 hours a day and by the next six years he had his own flat and own car. “Now can I be with someone I like and admire,” Ashish demanded. His mother smiled, “What do you think, we don’t care about you? Look at this photo.” “What photo?” Ashish was disgusted. He was handed over the photograph of a girl. “Who is she?” Ashish very well
realised where they were going to. “Could be your wife,” his dad told him. “Not for a fortune will I marry this girl,” Ashish retaliated. “Why, she is so pretty, so fair, has such long tresses.” “She is dumb,” Ashish answered back. “Well, we know the best for you, 10 years down the line you will thank us, “his dad was again in an advising mood.” To hell with your advice, I am not marrying her and that is final.” Ashish was absolutely stubborn. “What’s wrong with her, tell me,” his mom challenged him. “What’s right about her, first you tell me,” Ashish asked back. “Achi khasi to hai,” his dad really couldn’t figure out. To be honest, she was really beautiful. “To start with, she doesn’t have camera sense.” “Camera sense,” his parents had no idea what he meant. “Anyone can make out she is posing for the camera.” “Well, if she is posing for the camera, what’s wrong with thats.” “No, it should be a side glance, she should be natural not let the camera affect her.” “What is he saying?” Ashish’s mom had no clue. His dad shrugged his shoulders to imply his ignorance. “Now the next point, she doesn’t have that pain in her eyes. Will she be able to sing sad songs?” Ashish was convinced he had made his point. “Why will she sing sad songs after her marriage?” his dad was confused. “Okay, next, where is the naughtiness in her smile?” Ashish’s dad turned towards his mom and said, “Is your son mad?” “Next, can she dance in the rain, bet she can’t dance at all,” Ashish went on. “You want a dancer or a wife?” “You won’t understand – she doesn’t have the charm like them.” “Like whom? Do you like someone?” his mom asked. “No mom, I meant like the heroines.” “Goodness me,” Ashish’s mom started crying, “My son is dating a heroine.” “Who is she? Katrina or Deepika?” his dad asked. “You are not getting it dad. Deepika, Katrina, Alia, Anushka they are all the best. I am in love with the essence of our Hindi film heroines. “Don’t waste your time searching for a bride for him,” his dad told his mom, “search for a good psychiatrist instead.” “You won’t understand, dad,” Ashish knew he was wasting his time. “Get out,” it was too much for him.
Ashish has patiently waited for his heroine for almost two decades, someone who will sing sad songs when she will miss him, someone who will dance with him in the rains, whose one smile will make a thousand hearts flutter, someone who will take up rivalry with the entire world for him. He was not willing to let go on his dreams which he held onto for so long and marry just another girl. His heroine is definitely somewhere in this wide world.
Nilopher was Ashish’s only girlfriend, as the only friend who happened to be a girl. He knew her from his engineering days and they shared a good camaraderie. Initially she was taken aback. “Well, I don’t think Hindi film heroines really exist off- screen but since you are adamant for one, why not start coming to our weekend parties? Every week guys and girls flock in, we have real fun. I can’t promise you a heroine but you definitely will be able to hang out with new people and have loads of fun.” “Sounds good,” said Ashish. “It is a house party, so everybody brings something; I’ll let you know what you will have to bring.”
So the next Saturday Ashish was at Nilopher’s place much before time. “Gosh you are real early! I am getting ready, have a seat.” Ashish had no idea what a house party meant, so decided to check it out. The hall was forcefully vacated apart from a music system with speakers, and the fancy lights above confirmed that there will be music and dance for sure. Of the remaining two rooms one was transformed into a minibar while the other into a dining place. “Did you bring the whiskey?” Nilopher walked out all dressed. “But of course, hey you look so different.” Nilopher was not in her regular business suits, instead she was in a hot skirt and a cleavagerevealing top. “Hey, you can’t stare like this,” warned Nilopher, “All the girls will be like this only.” “Why,
Nilopher was not in her regular business suits, instead she was in a hot skirt and a cleavage-revealing top. “Hey, you can’t stare like this,” warned Nilopher, “All the girls will be like this only.” Ashish demanded. His mother smiled, “What do you think, we don’t care about you? Look at this photo.” “What photo,” Ashish was disgusted. He was handed over the photograph of a girl. “Who is she?” Ashish very well realised where they were going to. “Could be your wife,” his dad told him.
you brought such an expensive brand that too three instead of two, your poison?” she asked. “I don’t drink,” Ashish said. “Then?” “Then what. People will enjoy. Have a good time, don’t worry I can afford,” Ashish told her. “I know you can, the brightest student of our college, but that you wanted to make others happy is so very special,” Nilopher said.
In an hour it was a full house. It was a new world for Ashish, he had not seen nor imagined such proximity between girls and boys. They were all well-dressed, well maintained and looked fresh. He was the odd one out with his tired, boring looks and official attire. All of a sudden, Nilopher announced, “it’s the time to disco.” Ashish was the only spectator as they danced to recent hit numbers. Everyone was good in their own way, but Ashish’s eyes were stuck on the girl in red. She wore the shortest skirt and had the hottest body and she danced like heaven. The way she sizzled and jigged she was burning the dance floor. She knew all the right steps, she got all the moves. She was not a stereotype. She was tall, dusky and full-figured, had thick hair with a broad face. At times her deep- necked top revealed too much, her skirt went well up her thighs, but she was too engrossed to notice it.
About an hour or so later Nilopher announced that food is served. “Those who want to continue, can carry on but those in a hurry can have their dinner.” Ashish checked the watch, well past 10, can’t afford to stay any longer.
Ashish was half way through his dinner when the lady in red walked in with a glass in her hand. She didn’t waste her time on anything but prawns and walked straight towards him. “Mind if I sit here,” she asked. “Not at all,” he said nervously. “Since you can’t take your eyes away from me throughout the night, I decided to join you to save you from embarrassment,” she said casually. “If you wear such a short dress with such a body, anyone will stare at you,” Ashish replied strongly. She looked up, “Do you know that guy there.” She pointed to a muscular guy who was so full of muscles that it seemed like his Tshirt will rip off any moment. “He is my boyfriend. The other night in the disco a guy was trying to act funny with me. He got mad and slapped him so tight that even now he is sporting a red cheek.” Ashish was quiet. “Bol do,” she leaned forward and said softly. “What,” Ashish asked her. “What you told me just now.” “Bol do,” Ashish answered calmly. “Okay,” she said as she got up, “I guess you realise what will follow.” Ashish was not one to be afraid. She walked towards him, in between she stopped and turned, “Don’t run away.” “Swear on you, I won’t,” he answered. She went straight up to her mom and whispered something in his ears. He hastily walked towards Ashish. Ashish was wondering what excuse he would make for his red cheek, when he said, “I am so sorry. Throughout the night I was wondering way you were trespassing on my girl, but now I got it, you were admiring my body,” he said proudly. “Always wanted to have a body like that,” Ashish had to be instant. “Not to worry, dude, here take some tips,” Fifteen minutes later as he finished Ashish looked towards her. She winked and went away. “What a girl,” Ashish murmured. “Found your heroine,” Nilopher was spying on him. “What? Not so easily. Anyway she is going steady.” “Joanna and steady, at best her relationships last for a few months and news for you this one is three and a half a months down, never know next week she may turn up single.” (To be continued) Great men are always of a nature originally melancholy.
“Since you can’t take your eyes away from me throughout the night, I decided to join you to save you from embarrassment,” she said casually. “If you wear such a short dress with such a body anyone will stare at you,” Ashish replied strongly. Everyone was good in their own way, but Ashish’s eyes were stuck on the girl in red. She wore the shortest skirt and had the hottest body and she danced like heaven.