• Today was an unexpected free day and I called up my friend Jo to see if she was free to join me for a movie. She was busy but made time for a movie. I also remembered that our friend K was back in town so asked her also to join in. Sadly, though the movie we chose to see (movie time and current movies limiting our choice) turned out to be really bad.

    “Finding Fanny” could easily be one of the worst movies I’ve seen. I really don’t know what Homi Adajania was trying to say in this highly idiotic movie. Deepika Padukone is the young widow who lives with her old widowed mother-in-law in the remote village of Pokoli in Goa. One night the village is woken out of its slumber by the loud, blood curdling cries of Ferdinand ( also called Fernando by his childhood lady love) who discovers the unposted love letter in which he’d popped the question to Stephanie Fernandes 46 years ago lying at his doorstep. The next morning Angie wanders into the Post Office (Ferdie’s office) and finds Ferdi absolutely mad with sorrow and regret. Angie decides to help him find Fanny ( Stephanie) and thus begins their adventure through Goa in an old beat up Dodge.

    Joining them is Rosalina ( Dimple Kapadia) or Mai – Angie’s mother in law, Don Pedro ( the artist who owns the only car in the village and who is desperately wanting to paint Rosalina)and  Savio ( the returning native who is also fixing the car which was his father’s and which he sold to Don Pedro). With this absurd beginning, the story becomes even more absurd almost unravelling at a slow feni drenched pace , as the motley crowd look for Fanny. The first stop is Fanny’s bungalow which has been bought over by a mad Russian. On the way to Tivoli, the group finds themselves in Karnatka and having gone so far, also out of petrol. Idiotically enough only  Ferdi volunteers to get the petrol but only in the morning since he is scared of the dark. Taking advantage of this interlude, Savio and Deepika re-kindle their love for each other while Don Pedro, Ferdi and Rosalina get drunk on a bottle of brandy.  The next morning Ferdi leaves with a white jerry can and returns with a blue one only to leave the can behind and continue the search for Fanny on his own. On the way back, Rosalina who is sitting in the front seat finds an old revolver in the cubbyhole and accidentally shoots Don Pedro who no one discovers is dead. The revolver makes Savio take a U Turn to go back for Ferdi who was found waiting at a bus stop some miles down the road. The car’s brakes at that moment refuse to work and while trying to get the car to stop, Don Pedro is jettisoned from the car and sinks to the bottom of the sea….. If this is not weird enough, after all the distance the car seems to have lurched out of control, it is only seconds later that Ferdi walks up and the foursome now set off to Tivoli. As they approach the village they come upon a funeral cortege. No prizes for guessing right – it was the funeral procession of Fanny who looked like Porky Pig in a Wedding Gown.

    Nothing in this movie makes sense. Why does Ferdi who once was a shippie become so crazy? Why is Savio so angry? How does Angie who is an orphan in an orphanage manage to be a childhood friend of Savio and Gabo ( her husband who choked on the figurines of his wedding cake)? Why do Rosalina and Ferdi marry at the end of the movie?????

    Verdict – Truly avoidable.

    p.s. The only good thing about this morning was that I managed to meet my friends!

    This is my post for Write Tribe September Challenge

  • The Benefits of Walking

    This morning I got a WhatsApp message from a dear friend which I’d like to share

    Walking is the best exercise

    A lot of ‘walking away’ will do your life good.

    ‘Walk away’ from arguments that lead you to anger and nowhere.

    ‘Walkaway from people who deliberately put you down

    ‘Walk away ‘ from any thought that reduces your worth

    ‘Walk away from the failures that stifle your dreams.

    The more you ‘walk away from things that poison your soul, the happier your life will be
    Practice ‘walking’ towards happiness.

    This is my post for Write Tribe ProBlogger September Challenge

    As the Johnny Walker ad says KEEP WALKING!

  • Mixed Feelings

    We’re back! Our team The Spellbinders  consisting of Ankita Singhal, Ankit Mahato, Bushra M, Bhavya Nandkumar, Deepa Dutta, Farida Rizwan, Kunal Borah, Ryan Fernandes, Ritu Lalit and myself spent some nail biting moments over the weekend when Blogadda was declaring the results.

    It was a wonderful experience to weave a story with complete strangers and to read other stories that the other teams have woven out of the same set of characters.

    To find out about the story so far read here.

    Chapter1 – Room No 4 by Ankita Singhal
    Chapter 2– Table No 4
    Chapter 3– If Looks could Kill
    Chapter 4– The Flower That Never Bloomed
    Chapter 5 – The Elephant Parade
    Chapter 6 – Chance Encounters and Changed Plans
    Chapter 7 – Relationships
    Chapter 8– When Dreams Come True
    Chapter 9 – Runaway Brat
    Chapter 10 – Where is Roohi ?
    Chapter 11 -The Investigation by Ritu Lalit
    Chapter 12 -The Backstabber by Ryan Fernandes
    Chapter 13– Breaking Bad

    and now the story continues :

    Chapter 14 :  Mixed Feelings

    Gosh! I’ve got a splitting headache, thought Tara as she opened her eyes. It was way past her normal wake up time but her life was far from normal these days.  Was getting up with a child missing and a husband in jail normal? In fact she couldn’t even remember what normal was! She felt she was falling apart. What happened? she thought looking at Roohi’s slippers peeping from under her bed? Where are you my darling? I hope you are safe? Sorry, darling I am a really bad mother that I can’t find you! God please send my Roohi back to me safely, she said looking upwards, closing her eyes, clenching her fists and remembering God after a long, long time…….
    She felt miserable at home and miserable at work. She just couldn’t concentrate on anything but was livid when someone suggested she stay home on compassionate leave. Honestly, that drove her mad! Why should she stay at home! How could she stay at home when everywhere she looked she had reminders of both Roohi and Shekhar. Yes , even Shekhar with his invisible ways still managed to make his presence felt. She sighed in regret. Was she too harsh with him? She remembered Malik’s remark that Shekhar was absent from the photos on her mahogany desk….
     Yes, indeed it did look as though Shekhar  was not a part of her life at all.  When did they begin to grow apart? And why?  In college he seemed like the perfect balm to her troubled soul when she was jilted by the son- of- a- gun whose name she even refused to say aloud. Shekhar was so different from him – quiet, studious and nerdy. Her friends were right when they said that he was the last person they expected her to marry but they didn’t know how he was the right person at that time. He was gentle, kind, compassionate and understanding. And there was something incredibly romantic about his thin specs and broody eyes.
    But then chalk and cheese can never mix can they? It wasn’t long before her restlessness and her ambition surfaced and she just had to go back to work. It was there that she truly came alive – in the world of journalism and social media which had just begun to make its presence felt . It was exciting and challenging and a welcome change from the staid, dull as ditchwater Shekhar. Before long she found herself spending longer and longer hours at the office – but Shekhar too was spending longer and longer hours at the keyboard. He would spend hours either typing or surfing the net. Doing research he said for his writing projects. It was no wonder then that she began to fall for DD’s charms. Of course she knew he was a player but that was largely where his charm lay – imagine her,  a Ms Nobody from Nowhere coming in his sights –  he, Mr. Darius Daruwala who had all the women in the world lusting after him was finally snagged by her. She was flattered and thrilled by his attention and  it wasn’t long before they became lovers. Aaah – those sweet, stolen hours during work…..Even now when she thought about it, her eyes took on a dreamy look. She knew she wouldn’t get anywhere with the affair but she was happy with what she got-  her beloved Roohi.
    But where was Roohi? She was going crazy with worry. And to think that silly inspector whatever he was Altaf Somebody, who was investigating the case actually insinuated things about Shekhar and Roohi’s DNA not matching? Wasn’t that intimidating a witness or asking a leading question? She should have asked Cyrus this when they had met last week. But that idiot, all he wanted was for me to meet Shekhar and get him out of jail. 
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    “Mr. Nanavati will meet you in half an hour sir,” said the secretary to Cyrus Daruwala who was waiting outside the office of Senior Counsel with Nanavati & Nanavati, his family’s solicitors. One of the oldest law firms in Mumbai, he knew that Mr. Nanavati would be able to help him get bail for that poor sod Shekhar who was rotting away in jail. Jail does something to you, it dehumanizes you, he thought and the poor guy didn’t deserve it. Even though he was a jerk for thinking ill of his wife.  But he was Tara’s husband after all and Roohi’s father. And something told him that Shekhar was innocent. He seemed too harmless to hurt a fly. On the other hand, he sensed some friction between Tara and Shekhar. Something was not quite right. Did they fight all the time?  I hope they didn’t fight in front of Roohi. It is the most miserable childhood a child can have, he thought  – to be brought up with parents at each other’s throats – remembering his own childhood . His parents were constantly bickering. Mama never liked his drinking, Mama never liked his smoking. Mama never liked his staying out. Mama didn’t like so many things that he always wondered what Mama liked in Papa at all? Ooh and how he used to dread those nights when Papa used to come home late. And Mama would rush to him and smell his jacket and ask who it was this time. And then Papa would rubbish her and Mama would get into a rage. Then Papa would slam the door and Mama would burst into tears. Poor Roohi. If that was what her childhood was all about, he could understand her confusion and pain.
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    The waiting room at the jail was dark, dingy and depressingly bare. The minutes seemed to stretch as Tara waited for Shekhar to come. She could hardly recognize him as he shuffled in. She was shocked. He was almost unrecognizable with his loss of weight and glassy eyes that hadn’t seen sleep for days.  She actually felt some of her anger melt away  and felt a little bit of pity creeping in. Was she wrong in making him suffer? Was Cyrus right after all? Should she really try and fix him bail? It wasn’t too difficult coming up with the money.  DD would help her get bail for Shekhar, all she had to do was ask.
    “Tara?” said Shekhar in a helpless and pathetically grateful voice.  “Tara, you came?”
    It brought tears into her eyes.  “Hello Shekhar,” she said.
    He began sobbing hopelessly.  “Roohi, oh my God. I killed her.  I am such a horrible person.  I want to kill myself, but no one let me.  Have you got a gun?  A knife?  May be poison?”
    She shook her head.
    “No poison is too kind for me.  Help me Tara.  Help me die,” he said.
    She said coldly, “No Shekhar.  I will help you live.”

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    What will Tara do now? Where is Roohi?  Find out by reading more  here……. (Chapter 15)

    AND here (Chapter 16)
    AND here (Chapter 17)
    AND here  ( Chapter 18)

    Me and my team are participating in ‘Game Of Blogs’ at BlogAdda.com. #CelebrateBlogging with us.

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