Tuesday, March 07, 2006
Bhairav NX
The two sleuths moved slowly into the dark, dingy street. Black sunshades, collars drawn up, a cigarette leaning at a low angle from the corner of the mouth, its smoke curling into a plume heightening the eerie stillness of the atmosphere (Nah, I just made up the smoking part. Hey, crazy kids out there reading our stories! Smoking is bad for health- B-A-A-A-A-D! We fully endorse censorship for smoking in the film industry! Go Sharmila Tagore! The cigarette was just to add a touch of film noir to the story)
So, to continue…who were these two dashing detectives? A closer look at the smaller figure revealed the flash of an orange saree under the black overcoat. “AHA!” The reader will now say, “I know these two, but aren’t they gay?” (Pardonnez-moi, the rhyme was just too tempting…though our orientation is truly suspect)
In they went, into the dingy, winding lane, walking on tiptoe till they arrived at their destination atlast. A huge neon sign declared “BHAIRAV NX: The shopper’s haven for lingerie, hosiery, nighties and more.” “I don’t believe they have the gall to strap us down like this…lets attack, Rithambhara!” “Patience…” counseled the wise Rithambhara. “Focus. There’s a right time and place for everything. Let’s go in.” And in they slunk.
“May I help you ladies?” (The camouflage obviously wasn’t very successful.) “I…uh…I want to buy one of these…” spluttered Bhatavdekar, fingering a lacy brassiere, “Uh…one of…oh dear god, I cant do this. Rithambhara, please take over.” “Alright, screw the right time and place!” said Rithambhara whipping out her shotgun, “ Give me all the bras you have here. And don’t forget the stock you have in the godown.” “But, but I-why do you…” “NOW!” And the shopkeeper knew when he had been defeated. Fleeing in the face of convixion itself, he returned with his stock, cowering before the haloed duo.
The entire stock wighed some 20 kilos. They dragged the sack between them, leaving a trail of bras in their wake. “The women of this world will thank you, dear man, for giving away so much of this chauvinistic invention.” And off they flew, leaving the ignorant shopekeeper gaping with his mouth open. What did he know of morals, of high minded convixions that these two had chosen to dedicate their life to?
And so they went, higher and higher, till you could see their shadowy figures across the moon. Two tired superwomen, with the burdens of the world on their strong shoulders, not to mention a 15 kilo sack (5 kilos had fallen out and were still floating down from the sky. The papers had a snippet about superstitious locals talking of a hosiery hailstorm days afterwards, but who believes those ignoramuses?)
The fires set their faces aglow with burning determination as they incinerated yet one more stockpile of bras. 20 kilos down (or so they thought), and many million more to go…and I have miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep….
So, to continue…who were these two dashing detectives? A closer look at the smaller figure revealed the flash of an orange saree under the black overcoat. “AHA!” The reader will now say, “I know these two, but aren’t they gay?” (Pardonnez-moi, the rhyme was just too tempting…though our orientation is truly suspect)
In they went, into the dingy, winding lane, walking on tiptoe till they arrived at their destination atlast. A huge neon sign declared “BHAIRAV NX: The shopper’s haven for lingerie, hosiery, nighties and more.” “I don’t believe they have the gall to strap us down like this…lets attack, Rithambhara!” “Patience…” counseled the wise Rithambhara. “Focus. There’s a right time and place for everything. Let’s go in.” And in they slunk.
“May I help you ladies?” (The camouflage obviously wasn’t very successful.) “I…uh…I want to buy one of these…” spluttered Bhatavdekar, fingering a lacy brassiere, “Uh…one of…oh dear god, I cant do this. Rithambhara, please take over.” “Alright, screw the right time and place!” said Rithambhara whipping out her shotgun, “ Give me all the bras you have here. And don’t forget the stock you have in the godown.” “But, but I-why do you…” “NOW!” And the shopkeeper knew when he had been defeated. Fleeing in the face of convixion itself, he returned with his stock, cowering before the haloed duo.
The entire stock wighed some 20 kilos. They dragged the sack between them, leaving a trail of bras in their wake. “The women of this world will thank you, dear man, for giving away so much of this chauvinistic invention.” And off they flew, leaving the ignorant shopekeeper gaping with his mouth open. What did he know of morals, of high minded convixions that these two had chosen to dedicate their life to?
And so they went, higher and higher, till you could see their shadowy figures across the moon. Two tired superwomen, with the burdens of the world on their strong shoulders, not to mention a 15 kilo sack (5 kilos had fallen out and were still floating down from the sky. The papers had a snippet about superstitious locals talking of a hosiery hailstorm days afterwards, but who believes those ignoramuses?)
The fires set their faces aglow with burning determination as they incinerated yet one more stockpile of bras. 20 kilos down (or so they thought), and many million more to go…and I have miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep….
- Dhulandar Bhatavdekar
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hi
this is deepak student in bbay
Jst wanted to let u kno that the piece of writin u ve done til now seems realy interesting to me. One thing i wanted to ask. What these girls are goin to do wid the stuff they have stolen?? You said it's sum kinda social message. So what's do social message they r tryin to give by stealin BRA's ??? Are u goin to disclose or i wd have to read that when ur book hits d market?
A line that i loved
"“The women of this world will thank you, dear man, for giving away so much of this chauvinistic invention.”"
But y men only? Most of d designers r ladies. Do those ladies ask men b4 designing?? If yes then it means that women realy care abt wht men feel abt the designs of those thins?? Then it's both who r responsible for d invention isn't it?
Never mind ur goin awesome keep on d gud wrk.
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this is deepak student in bbay
Jst wanted to let u kno that the piece of writin u ve done til now seems realy interesting to me. One thing i wanted to ask. What these girls are goin to do wid the stuff they have stolen?? You said it's sum kinda social message. So what's do social message they r tryin to give by stealin BRA's ??? Are u goin to disclose or i wd have to read that when ur book hits d market?
A line that i loved
"“The women of this world will thank you, dear man, for giving away so much of this chauvinistic invention.”"
But y men only? Most of d designers r ladies. Do those ladies ask men b4 designing?? If yes then it means that women realy care abt wht men feel abt the designs of those thins?? Then it's both who r responsible for d invention isn't it?
Never mind ur goin awesome keep on d gud wrk.
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