I am back!! So expect one very long blog, nothing else!! ..lol
First things first; I hate sad stories; yup I loved schindler's list.. but I try to stay from them
as much as possible.
All the same ; if you have a story with you; you have to tell it .. so lets start !!
But I had to warn this isnt for people who believe in right or wrong!! its for people who believe in Life
1) I studied in my village till 5th standard; there is this girl who is a muslim; we used to be in same section and same tuition and we know each other well; so even after that when ever we meet each other in my village we say a 'Hi'. My father and her father were also classmates!!
Some months back some one told me; she eloped with a hindu.. against the wishes of the family!! its fine with me till this point. Now the real trouble started, It seems the guy was a real ass hole and I also heard that she did her Msc maths and is teaching in a college to run the family and this fellow is sitting idle. I felt bad.
and yesterday my father came to me and asked me " do you know that girl , she is the daughter of the librarian ".. I told "yes dad I know her!!"
"you know about her marriage?"
" well it seems your batch mates arranged a get together recently and this girl went to the party.. this fellow didnt like it seems.. and he beat her like hell.. and she is the mother of a 3 month old baby!! her mother tried to stop him; it seems he bet her too and finally he bet his father in law too. I just saw him ( her father in law).. there are bruises all over his place!!
For once I felt like breaking his legs.. I just wish she will kick him on his balls and throw him out and start a new life!! darn it , a psychopath behaviour!!
2) This story is a about a friend of mine Kalyan; we worked with the same director some 6 months; and the best part is we are absolutely different in our views!! If I say A he would say its B. But funnily we travelled so much together we became best friends and ofcourse views continue to be different. We have something in common too, non smoking and drinking, willing to travel and being ready to work anytime. May be that set the friendship!! after sometimes its like we were brothers!!!
one thing about him is he is a playboy!! he managed ten blind kids when rehearsing in an apartment and it seems he started a romance with MBBS student in the nearby place!! so he keeps telling what he did with all girls.. one fine day I told him tell me all about your girlfriends, .. he asked me
"which one?".. I said "lets start with the first"
he started " Well its a telephone love story; she used to study in vijayawada in a hostel .. and she is a christian, somehow I got her number and I used to call from hyderabad.. soon we were talking for hours, its not just her.. her friends used to talk me too for hours they used to call me brother.. it was like we cant live without each other .. atleast for me.
Once on christmas eve I went to her home town and I called her , she said she was in the church.. so I waited near the church!! they started moving out and I saw this girl.. believe me she was beautiful like hell.. i didnt even see her .. but I know it was her.. funny after she crossed me.. she called me.. arent you standing there at the pole!! she too didnt see me but she expected that It was me!! I was so happy that day".
Believe me if I saw this in a theatre I would have laughed like hell and would have said that its the worst meladrama.. ever made. But he is right before me and he really did it.. and my heart went for him.
I asked " what happened to her".. he continued " this continued for many months and we were even talking sex on phone!! and suddenly she stopped calling ; and changed her sim!!
So i had no idea for some days what happened to her!! and then I got the number of her friend.. I called her.. she broke down and told me that the girl got married!!"
Believe me.. they was so much of pain in his voice!!
" and now I dont believe in girls.. I play with everyone when possible"..
funny that his voice was so strained.. I could see his pain struggling to get over his first love.. he is bluffing to himself.. deep inside he is a kid trying to forget his first love!! god bless..
this story is absolute crap.. yet it touched me.. something wrong with my basics!!..lol
3) A friend of mine told me this story.. let me introduce him; he left for films
after intermediate and ran after producers for an year !! then he understood the situation and came back and joined engineering . All the same he continued writing for serials in chennai bunking his classes in sullurpet. Then he joined in a mainframe course in hyderabad and simultaneously started searching for film oppurtunities.and finally found a job in IBM .. and is still aspiring to make
good films!! no doubt we glew together!!
anyways we were chitchatting and finally started talking on production managers ( they control the dates of artists and budget). But in the industry are they are known as people who eat away money showing false accounts.
he started his story " When I used to write dialogues for serials ; I used to stay in chennai.. and at that time you know parents send us only two thousand rupees.. and I always wanted more money; My salary was five thousand for each month. I was waiting for 2 months salary. then this production manager came to me and told me "Sasi, I needed to pay some money so I paid your 10 thousand to someone , so you wont get 2 months salary!!".. " I got so pissed that I wanted to shout "Fuck you". all the people exploit these starters like hell. He used to come to sets and demanded cigerrettes from us. We cant fight with him.. because he may speak bad about us to the producer.. and we cant complain everything to the director.. so we used to keep silent."
"After joining IBM I went again to meet him in the studio.. some one told me he escaped with a lot of money. Then I found a kid waiting outside waiting for him. I asked him why is he waiting for the prod manager. He told me that the manger had promised a role and took thirty thousand rupees from him!! do you understand the importance of thirty thousand.. he can survive for thirty months adjusting with meagre things!! and he might have as well run off from home with that thirty
thousand.. so he cant even go back!!"
"When I moved to banglore; the manager called me up once; dont know how he got it and told me " Sasi I am busy in a shooting now.. can you recharge my cell.. for 555 .. when I come to banglore I will give you some two thousand"
this is man is absolute crap!!
Guys I have one more love story.. one damned lengthy one that will be equal in length to everything I wrote here.. I will blog it for sure next time!!