four friends...the city... or maybe the cities.... the men.. and the 'phool theory'... There.. and you thought this was yet another im so satc obsessed piece;p..But this time its about the presence of and the absence of the flowery involvements... and the typical, yet to be outgoing, modern ; conservative Indian woman's take on searching for those pastures..
The country's crossing all records of fertility with the enormous leaps in the birth rate.. of course discussing sex isnt a taboo anymore .. atleast for some areas.. But I'm enjoying describing the 'phool theory' i.e.the could be beneath the sheets situation...
I'm sure most of us have grown up watching Asha Parekh's and the Sharmila's of the world doing their twists and turns around the trees, with the hero, commonly rajesh khanna or jitender or dharmendra galloping behind, and of course the sequence ending with them catching up with each other and the flowers (read roses) coming together.. sigh.. intimacy in Indian cinema couldnt be cornier.. if that was a word;p.
So lets name our ms. anonymous -'flowerhead', whose fed on a healthy staple diet of the perfect man, love lasts longer..and the 'phool theory' and of course the jargon 'meeting that special one' for getting it ..goes to search more like a unconscious hunt
...its a continuous journey to find The Man....
After two heartbreaks and one mutually created scenario.. our damsel flies to find greener pastures.. little did she know that the pasture would begin from the plane itself. Sitting and preparing for a long gap from a known territory, flowerhead's trying to relax yet slyly praying and fantasizing for a considerably handsome company to kill the long flight...
Her thoughts wander towards dissapointment on seeing the heavy obnoxious passenger stopping near her seat...yet hoping 'Sigh... would it hurt for you to send someone hot for a change...'..
Lo behold.. comes a smoking hot and i mean the kind you just look and fantasize right there and then types, enters.. That's our prospective 1..
'Aaaahhh ooooo he's hot... thank you god.. oh wait he's checking me out.. is he checking me out... oh dear im staring at him and he is checking me out.. look away look away...' alas ... but the satisfied smurk couldnt be hidden.. it seemed he did catch it.. and promptly returned..
'wait he might be sitting next to me.. why is he making that puppy face ..is he confused about his seat.. damn it say something say something.. no wait stop staring and smurking.. stop stop stop'... Before flowerhead's uninhibited thoughts and futuristic fantasies could stop... the daydreaming began... what cant a normal girl fantasize about doing it in the plane.. especially the one who hasnt done it ... But the thoughts were soon at rest.. since the chap went a seat ahead with a sad look on his face.. while flowerhead's neighbour squeezed into his ever shrinking seat...
'OK.. I maybe imagining things but he had a weird look on his face.. was he disappointed that he dint have a seat next to me... its weird... hmm but now i have something that'l keep the imagination fueling for a long long time'.... mr.seducer.. mmmm mmm mmm u make me feel good;p..'
After trying the specially ordered vegan meal.. our heroine wanders where did mr seducer vanish... But two wines later she creates her own theory....
'OOooh that smile... hmmm' .. silently grinning at what her friends said ' I did spot that one.. and im sure he was interested...the question is in what... ' oh dear here we go again... 'Naa it only happens in movies.. imagine we meet on the plane.. and then the city and we'll land up somewhere...' sighsss ..'heck let me stick to the 'he so seduced me to do it on the plane story'...' and another wine later.. she's back to her make belief and safer sequence... so that's how flowerhead meets our prospective no.1.... feasty yet creepy;p.. ...well atleast in her subconscious that is:)...
