"Jab We Banged" .. (no puns here. And in search of a better title)

In life there are days that seem straight out of some movie. This one is an original. Tell me which filmmaker might be interested….

8am: The lead actress wakes up after just a couple of hours of sleep at a fren’s place. She is homeless (that’s all viewers will be told as of now) because there is not a drop of water at her place---something she discovered late last night.
She wakes up to nasty text msgs from both her bosses…She curses (still lying in the bed) There are no words for thanking India’s most read pink paper and the bizarre stories it tells the country everyday. Just makes life more difficult for journalists like her.

10am: She gets dressed. Four hours of crap entertainment at a media conference(this is where a lot of TV stars and film stars can make guest appearances) and no story. So we are now story less.

2.30pm: Upset, she leaves. Rushing for another meeting. Her new car feels different. Five mins later a biker indicates that she has a flat tyre (women drivers by themselves can never figure that out you see!!))
Super sweet puncture repair old man tells her there aint no punctures…. Still boggled by that, she starts off again.

3:30pm: A colleague sitting next to her in the car is telling her story about the 5 car accidents that took place on the same road last night… she being in one of them. And them BANG!!
They crash into a standing cab which goes and hits the skoda in front. (We don’t like to exaggerate like Police Story!!)
An old man whose skoda remains dent free comes screaming down at our lady. He asks for license. Flash back to last night when our lady remembers half way to home that she forgot her wallet in office. No ID. No License)

4.30: sweaty… sunburnt…. Shaken… 1000 bucks poorer… issues seem to be sorted without police being called.
Still haven’t shown shots of her santro because she hasn’t had the time to check her own car’s damage. She straight away drives to the car dealer and from there to the workshop, since she anyways missed her next appointment.

6pm: The scene seems a complete copy of HUM. But instead of Bachhan and his gang… our madam is at a workshop with the company man noting down the damages. That’s is when we show the car.. and tears streaming down the girl’s face. She is now car less.
In the background is a guy there to pick up his car… having a conversation about insurance with staff.

6.30pm: She is done. Car wont be back before a week. No vehicle to get out. Streets filled with abandones warehouses, transport services offices and shady people.

ENTER THE KNIGHT.
The back ground guy is done with his documentation and is leaving. Notices our journo and offers a lift. “can I drop you somewhere?” (wow! Hindi movies get tired of clichés)
Both got new cars. Both have had a bad day with an accident each in the morning. Things click. conversations flow helping both to cool down. Car at a signal.. The truck standing in front decided to reverse. Bang!… horns blaring…..onlookers screaming… the two in the car shell shocked!!!
A major fight with truck drivers.. (no dialogues though coz would get beeped anyways)

7.30pm: The knight drops our lady to her office….she walks to her desk… sits down… it all finally hits her!!!

Sometimes chance meetings should be just left to that. And not explored…. So the knight disappears while the journalist gets back to work…. Filing stories. The End.

The Return of the Mug

Dear Friend,
There was once was a coffee mug that was very special to me
You broke it and and another said there was symbolism to see
heart ached and even tears deserted me
and the world thought this crash would set me free
yes it did... in some ways
but my friend i don't think love ever goes away
The broken pieces have been replaced
but not his memory and nobody can take his place
and so i shall drink coffee and more
protect this one and give u washing detergent way before
can't drag this cheesy poem anymore
i feel like an infatuated kid in grade four!!