Seeing yesterday's episode, which was another stimulating one, I thought I'll write what it was like from Rudra's point of view. His sardonic and ironic poker face attitude has a poignant depth of emotions (sarcastic sometimes and sometimes serious). So this is yesterday's- Rudra ishtyle. Please excuse me if you find the language crude, I've written it keeping in mind Rudra's character.
Diary,
I have seldom been surprised or startled by circumstances or situations (uh-errm) in life.
My emotions have been "manhandled" so much by now- and from such a tender age- that now the only emotions that touch me are: anger (which is the prevailing emotion), patriotism (since my job demands it) and a strong libido (when Luuuh...Laila is around).
So my manners and my life is a constant poker face. The last time I was surprised out of my wits was of course when my father's wife left him.
Late Vikram Singh's mother has an uncanny sense of humour.
And now I am again surprised out of my wits seeing the dulhan being so very crudely Court Marshaled by her own village people. It is tough being placed diagonally in a parallel universe. Someone has rightly said- Man proposes and Man disposes.
Poor thing looked every bit like Shah Rukh Khan in 'My Name is Khan'- must be facing the poker face for the first time.
Glad she doesn't know the truth about her untouched husband- she would be even more miserable and it would be all the more difficult to make out... when she's talking
*Sigh*
Life defends its status quo long past the quo has lost its status. I'm ok if she thinks I am the hellhound behind everything- suits my ego.
But now I am presented with another problem- that of keeping her safe. I have forced a damsel in distress upon myself (no pun intended).
But the one who took my breath away (literally) was Tejawat.
His Jodhpurs are indeed very long to "measure" and very flexible to "catch hold of" (pun intended).
I took out my gun just for the sake of it- that is to let him know I have a gun. And as a consequence even his guards took out their guns just for the sake of it- that is to shoot whatever flesh was left out of me. He surely has more than one brain beneath his gargantuan pagadi.
Bombs don't kill people, explosions do. Tejawat is an eternal detonation. I have to fuse him out.
It is said- the price of justice is eternal publicity. The news of our encounter reached my seniors before I had the time to manipulate matters a bit to my comfort.
So now, I am given the responsibility to "clear up"... as if I was a poopy bird.
But then... every tub has to sit on its own bottom. All I have to do is to shoot Tejawat's pagadi, make the dulhan "SPEAK", and... fill up the gashes in my heart... umm... on my back.
Life's cool.
Over and Out.
(P.S: No comments on the brilliant acting, screenplay, direction, action, dialogues... just to cut the rhetoric!!)
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