My tryst with destiny.

Two incidents of note happened yesterday.

The first took place at 11am on a sleepy Sunday morning. I live in the 3rd floor of an apartment in Lokhandwala (Andheri West), Mumbai and at that high altitude pigeons are common. And so there I was in my room, cuddled under a silky blanket and a pillow, peacefully asleep, taking full advantage of a sexy Sunday when I am awoken to the sound of flapping wings and before I know it there was this pigeon sitting on my shoulder. What a mad f*&((*& pigeon!! Suicidal to say the least! Like a panicky antelope with frazzled nerves trying to put distance between a cheetah and itself, I sprang out of bed, was on my feet and instantly into the “drunken crane on one foot” stance. Years of practice had made this possible, No no .. not the mastery of martial arts but coming up with stupid names for the kung-fu stances like a “one-eyed monkey dancing in front of a sloshed cobra”. Time seemed to stand still as the Pigeon and I studied each other, watchful of every movement, all senses on red alert, and waiting for the first thrust to parry. Even the spiders had stopped spinning their webs and were watching the drama unfold. The tension in the air could have been cut with a knife. As I watched carefully the Pigeon on the curtain rod, it went into one of the most feared stances of fighting Pigeons, the dreaded “Mad pigeon on a curtain rod” stance. The growing trepidation in me was beginning to show with each drop of sweat that gracefully made its way from my cheeks and dripped to the floor. Drip drip. Drip drip. In the dead silence, the drops of sweat thudding to the floor seemed cacophonous.

Then the mad f*&((*& Pigeon, bored out of its wits because of the inaction, just found where the gap in the window was between the curtains and the pane and flew out. And I jumped back into bed and went to sleep.

The second incident was not really an incident but a revelation. I was watching this movie about this awesome car called Tarzaan (yeah, I half expected the car on a banyan tree swinging away to glory) and this dude who builds it from the remains of his dad’s Beetle. So there is this one scene in which Tarzaan(the car) is in hot pursuit of a villain when it stops on the highway to the cries of desperate children and teachers outside a school bus which has got stranded in the mud. So its revving its engine and the teachers and children keep pleading with the car to help get the bus out of the mud. I believe Tarzaan (the car) revved higher to say ok. And the next thing you know is that all the students and teachers have got into the bus and are exhorting Tarzaan (the car) to push them out of the mud. How super brain-numbing is that? Getting everybody into the bus makes it easier to get it out of the mud? Forget all the random scenes in the movie; this one was the pick of the lot. Go figure! And of course the revelation was Ayesha Takia. Most of the movie was just her revelation, know what I mean?

P.S: I do find Ayesha good looking and with potential for high caliber performances.