Girl Next Door

Yesterday, I watched ‘Girl Next Door’ for the 6th time and the hangover of the movie is still there। Thought of sharing a few dialogues (I like most). But before I share the dialogues, a synopsis of the movie will help to make things clear.

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Synopsis:

The Girl Next Door is a story of an intelligent and very ambitious High School Senior , Matthew, who has never experienced any type of personal exciting or thrilling event. His life, up to this point, has been preparing for his future of attending Georgetown University and eventually following his dream of becoming president. Although he is happy for being accepted to the school of his dreams, he feels unfulfilled and longs to do or achieve something outrageous as he sees his fellow students doing. This all changes when the girl of his dreams, Danielle, moves in next door. At first sight of her, he is astounded by her beauty and style. They then meet under humorous circumstances when he is seen by her, watching her through his bedroom window. She possesses the ability to make him take risks and do the things that he never believed that he could allow himself to do. Slowly they begin to “see” each other and fall in love. This again changes when he discovers that her former profession, which she avoids mentioning, lies in the adult film industry. More conflicts arise when she is persuaded, by her prior producer, to return to “the business.” Written by Jackson

Courtesy: http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0265208/plotsummary
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Eli: Okay, you know what the three of us are? We’re a tripod.
Matt: A tripod?
Eli: Yes, a tripod, which means that if you knock out one of our legs, WE-ALL-FALL!
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Matthew: Moral fiber. So, what is moral fiber? It’s funny; I used to think it was always telling the truth, doing good deeds, basically
[Mumbling]
Matthew: Being a f***ing boy scout. But lately I’ve been seeing it differently. Now, I think moral fiber’s about finding that one thing you really care about. That, one special thing, that means more to you than anything else in the world. And when you find her, you fight for her. You risk it all; you put her in front of everything, your life, all of it. And maybe the stuff you do to help her isn’t so clean. You know what? It doesn’t matter. Because in your heart you know, that the juice is worth the squeeze. That’s what moral fiber’s all about.
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Matthew: I just wanna let you know, I know who you really are, and you’re better than this.
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Matthew: Matthew Kidman. I will always remember; the three legs of the tripod, my business partner, my student advisor, the next Einstein, Eli’s calling card, Klitz’s big debut, my own scholarship to Georgetown and of course, I’ll never forget the girl next door. As for me, I’m just going with it.
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Danielle: What’s the craziest thing you’ve done lately?
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Matthew: Oh my god, she’s so hot.
Eli: What channel, dude?
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Film School Student: Why’d you skip film school? Don’t you think you’re a little young?
Eli: SHUT THE F*** UP! Next question.
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Matthew: Why are you doing this?
Danielle: What?
Matthew: This.
Danielle: Isn’t this what you want? To f*** a porn star in a cheap motel. So this is what you really think of me.
Matthew: Why didn’t you just tell me?
Danielle: Because I didn’t want to! Because I loved the way you looked at me. You don’t understand how hard…
Matthew: Wait!
Danielle: F***you
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‘Girl Next Door’ has been ruling my desktop for the last 2 years . The movie rocks.

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Dance

I was planning to join Salsa classes being conducted at “Swingers” in Indira Nagar. One of my friends told me that a good number of girls have joined these days and there won’t be any problem in getting a partner. Since Swingers was a crowded place and a bit expensive too, we thought we shall avail the discount elsewhere, where the skill called ‘Dance’ was taught.

So, I along with my roommate went to a place named ‘Naach Meri Jaan’. The reception was very impressive with only 2 chairs on which you would not like to sit. It seemed like the people were damn busy there due to which they didn’t have time to arrange the things at the reception properly. We were waiting at the reception when a lady came and asked how can she help us? We told her that we are interested in joining classes at, but would like to have a look at some ongoing class first. She led us to the classroom. It was a small room of the size of say, a typical Indian kitchen. The bearded instructor, sporting a bulky fat ass and a paunch, appeared more like a ‘desi tapori’. The class comprised of three females .By the time we were wondering whether this is really a dance class or just some “marriage dance troupe”, the instructor burst to the tunes of “Kab Tak Jawani Chupaaogi Rani” into a full throttle high energy hip gyration ,the vulgarity of which could have ashamed our ‘Mamta Kulkarni’, or perhaps even ‘Rakhi Sawant.’ He then shouted at his students “Come On, All of U, and DANCE”. The females joined him, while staring at us with a stupid grin.

Next he thundered at us “Come On, YOU TOO!!”

“Ya ..umm…Give us a minute sir.. “, so saying, we fled down the stair cases of the dance studio, never turning our head back till we were finally on the main road.

‘Naach Meri Jaan’ was a bad enough experience for us .So we straightaway joined the Salsa Class at Swingers. The instructor asked us to start from the next weekend. With a resolve to leave a memorable “first impression” on all the females there with my “salsa knowledge”, I spent the entire next week, researching about salsa on Google and joined all the possible communities related to dance on Orkut.

Finally, the day came when we had to attend the first class. It was bright sunny day. I and Ravi (my roommate) were in hurry to reach the place where the salsa classes had to be conducted. A fresh batch had started that day and the first class was an introductory class. The Girls and Boys were separated from each other and in the next few minutes the two groups were facing each other. The protocol was that when the instructor blows the whistle the boys and the girls have to decide their dance partners. I was eying some beautiful faces and had made a”priority queuein my mind. As soon as the whistle was blown all the boys showed amazing agility and before I could even accumulate the courage to approach any of the girls, in frenzy, all the couples were formed, leaving me and Ravi as the only same sex couples. Salsa dancing with a guy for the next one hour was the most horrible experience of my life.

Weeks passed, and we spent the next few classes dancing with the instructor (who was a female fortunately). One day, one of the girls partner could not come. So, I asked her to dance with me. We had to follow a dance step in which I had to hold the girl on her waist and the girl had to hold my shoulders. I had to lift the girl. The girl was very shy in nature so she refused to perform the dance step. I am also an Indian and can understand that a ‘Bhartiya Naari’ wouldn’t let any bugger hold her waist. So, the instructor asked me and my roommate to make ‘the’ pair (of course, the most distinguished one) and follow the dance steps.

This turned out to be the last straw on the camel’s back. We decided to quit. “If we have to dance with each other then there is no point in paying hectic sum for the dance classes”.


Kaise Kaati Raat….

I had been running for the last 20 minutes. All the clothes were wet with sweat. I knew what my speed was and how many calories I had burned while running on the treadmill. I was exhausted but kept running at the same speed. Suddenly, I lost control and slipped. I was about to hit the treadmill when my dream broke. It was a coincidence that the FM was playing ‘Boulevard of Broken Dreams’ (Sometimes I switch on my music system before going to sleep). The heartbeat was running like a fighter airplane which was going to crash but the pilot managed to save himself and the plane.

Tried to sleep again but I was too awake to fall asleep. So, picked a book I had bought around a year back. I had tried to read that book earlier but never made much progress. Progress eluded me tonight again. So, I started working on my new post. I had written the first paragraph when one of my dear friends buzzed me. He asked if he could complete the post that I was writing. I agreed and forwarded him all I had written by that time.

Then the power cut happened. So, saved the open files and shut down the laptop. We (me and my roommate) decided to go on a ride at 2 in the night. We were cruising @ 70 kmph when I splashed into a pothole full of rainwater. Somehow I managed to save the bike from falling. We were already drenched in mucky water when a sumo came out of nowhere and sprayed the same water on us all over again.

We decided to go to one of our friend’s house in SG Palya. Fortunately, the power cut had not happened there. My roommate tried to call him but he didn’t pick up the phone. So, we had no other option but to go back to our house and fight with the mosquitoes.

After reaching HSH (Home Sweet Home) we performed lavational activities. I did not feel like sleeping, so decided to make 2 cups of black tea (one for me and other for my roommate). We were standing in the balcony enjoying the tea when we saw a few people strolling on the lonely road. When they came close to us we started throwing paper balls on them and it scared them away. It was so funny that we fell down laughing.

What next? My roommate had ‘Sholey’ on his laptop. So, decided to watch the movie while sitting in the balcony. We could not watch the movie for more than 10 minutes ‘coz the laptop didn’t have power backup.

It was 3 AM and we didn’t have anything to do. After roaming for the next half an hour I felt sleepy and fell on the bed.

I heard somebody knocking the door but ignored it. Felt like I heard the knock again. This time the guy standing outside knocked loudly. I called my roommate but he did not respond. I went to his bed and tried to wake him up but my efforts didn’t show any effect on him. The guy who was knocking cried, “Open the door. This is Police. Some people have lodged a complaint against you“. I was scared. I gathered some courage to open the door. I opened the door; the police inspector came in. He asked me to get ready to go to the police station. I said that I haven’t done anything. He slapped me.

I was awake again with my heartbeat running like a fighter plane. The fan was revolving at max speed. I looked at the watch and it was showing 10 AM. So, I had to get ready for the office. I was already late.


Aisa Bhi Hota Hai

If I miss the 8:15 bus then there is no other bus. Utkasrha was talking to himself while scurrying through a short cut to the nearby bus stop. Suddenly, Utkarsha felt that somebody is chasing him. He turned back to check if somebody is there and then started running. A group of stray dogs were after him so he had to run faster than the dogs. He was able to save himself at the cost of all the energy he had. His nicely ironed shirt was wet with the sweat. Utkarsha was not frustrated as he reached the bus stop earlier than he expected but the bus had started moving out of the bus stop. So he ran after the bus but it was too late.

The hunt for the auto started.

Utkarsha: Auto…Auto…..Autooooo….

Either the Autowalas didn’t like his face or they thought that it will be embarrassing to have Utkarsha in their Automobile. None of them stopped.

Then a girl came. She didn’t signal any auto rickshaw but all the Autowalas going through that road (Some took ‘Schumacher’ wala U turn without even caring about the traffic) came to her and asked “Kidhar Jana Hai Madam”. But the girl was waiting for somebody else so she disposed the proposal of every revered Autowala. All of them were dejected. As they moved their Automobiles forward, Utkarsha signaled all of them one by one but they gave him a cold stare and moved.

The girl received a call and after she disconnected she started calling the auto rickshaws. Utkarsha: Excuse me.

Girl: Yes.

Utkarsha: Can you please do me a favor? Actually, I am getting late for the office and none of the respected Autowalas are honoring my request. But, I think they will agree to go anywhere if you call them. Are you going towards the Airport Road?

Girl: Yes. I mean No.
Utkarsha: Don’t be afraid. Please help me otherwise I shall be late. Hope you can understand.
Girl: Ok. But you shall have to pay the fare. I won’t pay a single penny.

The expressions of the Utkarsha’s face changed but he controlled himself and agreed to pay.

They hired an Auto. It was running towards the destination @60 Kmph.

Utkarsha (To Autowala): Bhai saab.Apka Auto aur tez nahi chal sakta kya?
Autowala: Maximum speed par chala raha hai boss. Isse tez chalane ke lie apko dhakka marna padega utarkar.
Utkarsha (to the girl): What is you name?
Girl: (No Answer)

In some time they reached the Airport Road. Utkarsha asked the driver to stop.

Girl: Pay the amount being displayed in the meter. I have to go further. I shall pay the remaining amount.

Utkarsha paid the fare and left.

Utkarsha reached the office late by half an hour. He logged in into his system and the first message that he saw was from the boss. The boss had asked him to meet him as soon he gets into the office. He was scared that today he is going to loose another half day leave even though he was late for half an hour only. He went to meet his boss.

Utkarsha: Hi!
Boss: Hi Utkarsha. So you are late again. I just cannot understand why you can’t start early from your home. Anyway, today I am not going to ask you to apply for leave.
Utkarsha: (Why the boss is generous to me today?)(Bracket main hansi)
Boss: You have done wonderful job yesterday. Keep it up.

Utkarsha was wondering how everything was going positive on that day. He came back to his desk. It was another hectic day for him. He didn’t want to wait for the bus so he tried for the auto again. An auto stopped suddenly. Utkarsha ran to the auto and what he saw inside it made him smile. It was the same girl who met him the morning. She asked him to sit inside. He got into the auto and thanked her for helping him again.

Utkarsha: Thanks.
Girl: It’s ok.
Utkarsha: Have you got name? Myself Utkarsha.
Girl: Reena.
Utkarsha: What are you into? I mean what do you do?
Girl: I am a software engineer.
Utkarsha: Where are you working?
Girl: (Some Company).
Utkarsha: Good.
Autowala: Kidhar Jana hai? Lefta loon ya Righta…?
Utkarsha: Left.
Girl: Right (both of them spoke simultaneously)
Utkarsha: I shall get down here. See you tomorrow at 8:15 PM at the bus stop.
Reena: Bye

Then next morning Utkarsha reached the bus stop with a hope. Hope was a reality now. She was there waiting for him.

Utkarsha: Hi Reena.
Reena: Hi. Let’s go. (She signaled the auto)