Two names
But why can’t I wear black?
Because its your wedding, Titash. Our wedding, rather. How can you think of wearing black?
Oh please, Rajan. You make me nervous you know, with this sudden interest in superstitions. Since when did you start believing that colours could bring bad luck?
But, who is talking about bad luck here? All I am saying is, its our wedding, so wear something peppy, happy, bright. May be a blue? Please, Tits!
Stop calling me that…sheesh! its disgusting.
Its only me babe, I like calling you that…you look adorable when you go all wonky..you know, your nostrils flare up!!
Raaaaju! Shut up.
Now why would you want to call me that? All servants back home either have that name or have named one of their sons that.
What do you expect? You think Rajan is a very hep name, as is?
Why not Raj?
Cause it sounds filmy. And you don’t possess half of Srk’s charisma nor do you have his kind of money. That’s why.
Forget it. So its blue, then?
NO. Black.
Tits, please.
If you don’t stop calling me that, I’ll call the wedding off.
Why couldn’t your parents name you something better? TITASH. Sounds like a bad car crash. What the hell does that mean?
First, stop abusing. My name came from a movie. It was Ritwick Ghatak’s film- Titash Ekti Nodir Naam. It means, ‘A river named Titash’. That’s how I got it. My parents adored Ghatak’s films. There is so much depth in his films. I think its a well thought name. What is Rajan any way? So down market.
Ghatak? who the hell is that? Rajan means a king. How majestic. My parents gave me a name with potential and personality. Not some frivolous movie name! And that’s exactly how you are behaving, like your name- frivolous.
Frivolous?? You call Ghatak’s films frivolous? Is that what you think? Oh damn. I should have known who I was marrying. Someone who doesn’t even know who Ghatak is! Its a shame to my family. No wonder Baba was so against this wedding. He must have seen a lack of depth in you…oh you are so hollow.
Hollow my ass. How can you be so nasty? I love you. How can you suddenly become so different. I just saw someone so different in you. Do you really give a damn about who Ghatak was?
Yes, I do, Rajan. Ghatak matters to me, the way Ray does, Saurab Ganguly does, Rasogulla does. Mohan bagan does. Uttam Kumar does. Bongness matter to bongs. You can’t get away with a single word of slander against anything remotely bong. And if you really want to marry me, you have to marry my bongness along with me. If you can’t do that lets call it quits.
There you go again. You can’t keep calling off the wedding every five minutes, babe. OK, I won’t comment about your name any further. But you have to promise me something.
Anything at all. But never ever provoke the bongness in me.
Done. Now will you wear this Blue silk, tomorrow?
Ok. *smile* *hugs*
I love you, Raju.
I love you, Tits. Ummm… by the way…who is Uttam Kumar...?
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i mean the real Indranil... not the guy u all know
@kaku: glad I could make u smile...though its beyond me to imagine a sombre Indranil kaku. The satyam angle was funny..i didnt think of it!
Simi: there is much sarcasm in this darling...your sister will see :)
It warms the cockles of my heart to read your first "shout out" to the free-for-all world of writing! Enjoyed it thoroughly. Your writing has a certain earthy charm to it. But (the most dreaded word in literature), towards the end you let off Rajan too easily, like you finished the piece off just so that you could take the boiling of milk off the stove. Know what I mean, the ending seemed a bit rushed! Am not here for appetizers, serve me the full dish sweetheart! :) Looking forward to enjoying more of what you can dish out. More comments to follow. The above ones are off the cuff, hence most honest and undiplomatic :) Love you and missing you too Sis.
Mahesh
I am not a bong but get offended when an outsider ridicules "the bongness". Hey! Only I have the right to do that!
By the way he could have called her Ash instead of Tits.. :)
And I repeat what I told you before, you should focus on screenplays. I have been tasked by my wife to write up the script for a skit for her students to enact during Diwali. Why don't I outsource it to you ? :-)