Ludhiana: 8th July, 2011. 9: 00 pm onwards-
Mampi on whatsapp (hereafter referred to as WA) with cousins from Jaipur: Garry. Its been a while since u said – “Bhabi ji ki jai ho.” Make me smile. Say that.
Garry (on WA from Jaipur to Mampi): Bhabiji ki jai ho. Howz life, hubby, and kids?
Mampi: Same old life, same old man, same old kids. Going to see Murder2 today. (remember readers, this used to be our routine? Friday night – movie, however rubbish it might be.. remember?)
Garry: Okay, Delhi Belly?
Garry: What a comedy, nahi?
Mampi: Oh yeah.
Garry: Whats the show time today?
Mampi: 10:45 pm
Garry: (Suddenly wakes up) Haha, the old man is fitter than all of us…whats going on with Ajj da Masla (Remember folks, I have been doing a TV show for the past few months on the good old boring DoorDarshan? This is what he is talking about)
Mampi: Will do one next week (Dear readers, don’t forget this)
Twist in the story: Garry’s sister, Gunnu joins us in the conversation.
Gunnu-Oye how are you?
Garry-I am your older brother stupid, tameez naal gall kar.
Gunnu-Oye, I m sitting two feet from you and you decide to shout in the chat?
Gunia-Bhabhiji how is the Qatl Dwitiya (Murder2, sweeties, Gunnu is really funny.)
Mampi-Yet to start
Gunnu-Apna dristikon hume awashya bataiyega,
Gunnu-Beta Raabart tum kahan ho?
Garry-Yahin hoon sambha.
Garry-Bhabhiji, u alongwith kids?
Gunnu- Beta Raabart, its an aedult filym. No kiddies.
Garry-(the gentleman that he is) Ok Bhabji, enjoy the movie. catch you later, tell me how the movie was.
Mampi-(5 mins into the movie now) Ppl are whistling (Emraan Hashmi is back to his old ways-the bijness of kissing and garment removal but I don’t reveal it to them)
Gunnu-Aaye haye seetiyan baj rahi hain Raabart beta chalo naachna shuru karo
Mampi-(forgets about the movie)- haha ha ha ha haha ha ha ha
(by now there is this gory murder sequence on the screen and I am beginning to feeling sick.)
Mampi- Horrible movie, folks.
Gunna-Tai tai phisssss, Raabart, beta nachna band kardo, bhabiji ko movie achi nahi lagi.
(and somehow my laughter is out of control when I read this. On the screen the girl is struggling to survive, I am fighting hard to control my callous laughter. )
People around our seats are looking with a great sympathy at Mahesh. Secretly they are happy-for it is the other man who has a mad wife. I suddenly look like a pervert, laughing uncontrollably, albeit silently. My forehead crinkles, my breath stops-I cannot control it when I laugh so hard. Rabart dancing in front of us, and ppl whistling, the image still haunts.
Intermission continues. And I prepare to run out of the hall, the supremely composed Mahesh sits there stoically, sagely commenting- it is a lousy movie. I give him an I-told-you-so look, (I had looked up the reviews in the evening) giggle and quickly descend the stairs.
And promptly I rush out of the hall. My laughter is so intense that I don't think I can walk on ramp. I feel like rolling on the ramp laughing. I dial Gunna’s number, I have to talk to her. I manage to find a seat in the waiting area and laugh my head off for the first one minute of the call. “Okay okay, what happened, you wanna talk about the movie?” Oh she thinks I need a catharsis. “No silly, I wanna thank you. I was sooo under the pressure of the movie. And you guys made me laugh.” And then I go on to tell her what an anti-climax the WA conversation was.
But for them, the movie would have been unbearable.
I go inside the hall, movie begins again. I know what Emraan Hashmi will do. Now that he has done enough of the kissing wissing for one movie, he will do the needful with the social service also. (But who told him long hair go well with social service?)
Garry: Is the movie at least a one time dekho?
Mampi: No beta, don’t go to watch it. Not even if someone else sponsors the ticket.
Garry: Is it that bad?
Mampi: Yes, even if they sponsor your popcorn and cold drink, decline politely.
Mampi to you all – surely give it a definite miss. It would have been more appropriate to call it Murder of the Audience 2011 instead of Murder 2. The only redeeming factor in the movie is Prashant Narayanan who I hated perfectly in the role that he did full justice to. Girls who are drooling to see another six packer in Emraan Hashmi, please hold your royal drool back, he shows these packs only in posters. Bibi Jacqueline has really pushed the limits as she claims, but she still remains unimpressive. Its not that I missed Mallika who I recently discovered has been posing with her tongue stuck permanently somewhere in her hard palate.
But I loved the time out. I call it counting my blessings.