vyaktigat vikaas, ya punarjanam ka aabhaas,
sarvshresth wo hai, jisme hai jeene ki aas.
aaj kuch khaab, is blog-e-mehfil mein share karna chahoonga..aapke muntazar..
The protagonists : ekta kapoor - u know who she is, and ek shaks -- no prizes here too.
ekta kapoor -- main aayin hoon aapke paas, aapke kareeb, ek haseen sapna lekar.
ekshaks -- aapki khwahishon ko avashya anjaam milega mohtarma. yahan se koi khaali haath na lauta aaj talak.
ekta -- aapke short stories padhe, bade madmast hain. kahiye to inhe hi...
ekshaks -- are are..aisa hargiz na sochiyega. humare gine-chune readers ka kya hoga?
ekta -- accha, haan. kahin kisi roz ... na na paap lagega.
ekshaks -- eggjactly. Par aapki nazar dhoondhti kise hai?
ekta -- The rich do not need values, the poor do not have time for them. It is middle-class values that my serials are about.
ekshaks -- ho ho. (restraining his smile with enormous difficulty). (gambhir vachan) bhagwan buddha bhi middle-path mein believe karte the.
ekta -- hmm. maano ya na maano, meri kutumb bhi kahani ghar ghar ki hi kehti firti hai.
ekshaks -- bahot khoob. khair abhi is blog ki kahani likh loon, fir baatein hongi, mulaqatein hongi.
ekta -- blog? ye kaisa be sar-pair ka naam hua? kaun padhega us naamakool ki kahaani?
ekshaks -- nahi nahi..aap jaisa soch..
ekta -- aapse aise gair-zimmedaaraana harkat ki apeksha na thi.
ekshaks -- asthir na hoiye. vaisa kuch nahi hai.
ekta -- to fir kya hai? zaroor aapke recent readings ka prabhaav hai. kya padh rahe the "pi"..life of "pi"?
ekshaks -- ji. vaastav mein blog koi manushya nahi. ye ek web-based duniya hai -- blogworld kahen to behtar hoga.
ekta -- umhmm..getting interesting.
ekshaks -- (adding graveness to his tone) jee, kaafi interesting hai. yahan log bilkul unrestrained manner mein apne thoughts ko blabber karte hain. wo bhi khule-aam. koi dekhiye war of the nations pe tippani kar raha, aur koi apni gilehri ki taareef. kisi ko apne masterpiece ki padi hai aur koi apne sybaritic shabdon ko kifaayat se pesh kar raha hai. baarish aur msn messenger ki guftgoo aajkal ki hot picks of the day hain.
ekta -- wah wah. I envision entertainment for the masses..without the "saas"es.
ekshaks -- (genuine smile) ji, (grim)kaafi dil-chasp hai blog-world ki baatein.(deep sigh, chehre pe halki chanchalta)
ekta -- (a sly smile lighting up her face) are-are..humse na chipaao ae shaks. kuch to hai tumhare dil mein. bolo na. ab bol bhi do.
ekshaks -- (loud retort) nahi chalega tumhara ye roz-din ka emotional blackmail. Did I get any credit at all for all those scripts? sab kuch chura liya tumne..sab kuch! (puts down his gloomy head on the table)
ekta -- (caressing his hair) shaks, ae shaks! aisa nahi kehte. acknowledgement mein daala tha na naam. ae shaks..suno na suno na.
ekshaks - (pulls up grudgingly) kya? (again hides his face)
ekta - accha is baar vaada karti hoon. script section mein bold verdana font mein tumhara naam hoga.
ekshaks -- sach? (his broad smile asking for reassurance)
ekta -- aur kya? and u always wanted to compose na..i'll have a song every episode. u n only u wud write, compose n even sing them if u want..except perhaps if u want ur jaggu da to sing one of them.
ekshaks -- jaggu da!! (jumps up on his seat with excitement).
----- Intermission ---
I guess this is already too long..ho ho. (To be contd.)
--------- Intermission Over ------
[Recap : Pls read the upper part]
ekta -- kyun tumhe ghulam ali chahiye?
ekshaks -- (splitting with delight) nahi nahi..jagjit singh thik hai..acche hain. Tum kitni pyaari ho ekta.(touches her cheeks lovingly)
ekta -- (turning away..loud retort) jaao bewafa sanam..abhi itne tohmat lagaaye..i stole all naa? blackmail kiya na tumhe?
ekshaks -- na na jaan. (pleading miserably) tumse hi to hain saari aatishbaaziyan mere jeevan ki. kaho to aasmaan se chaand taare bhi tod laaon tumhare liye..jaan.
ekta -- chore rehne do. kya khaak laaoge aasmaan se taare. (glancing at the desk) ye kya khaa-ma-kha syaahi barbaad kar rahe ho?
ekshaks -- (ray of hope in his eyes) ye nayi story likh raha hoon. blogs ki duniya ke baare mein. kahaani blogworld ki.
ekta -- (trying to hide her ecstasy on the familiar sounding title..continues chiding) tum aur tumhara blogworld. koi masses wali nahi likh sakte yahan USA mein baithkar -- like..dating kiya to darna kya, sautan bhi kabhi tawaayaf thi etc etc.
ekshaks -- (flustered..again collectin himself) are suno to jaan. idhar..haan.(draws a chair..coaxing voice) haan idhar baitho to. tumne dil hi dil mein dekhi hai?
ekta (roothi jhoothi moothi) -- wo kya hia?
ekshaks -- accha..to fir you've got mail..ya fir mujhse dosti karoge to dekhi hogi?
ekta -- hmm..MDK..such a lovely concept na..over the mails..
ekshaks -- (rejuvenated...with greater zeal..) hmm..I've drawn inspiration from all of those. But, kaafi different hai meri kahaani.
ekta -- (with more interest) o really? mere bhole shaks..(plays with his cheeks).(seductive tone) kaho na..kya hai tumhari kahaani..kaho naa.
ekshaks -- (sobers his tone again) My story centres around the blog-world. Do main paatra hain. Ek blogger ladka -- a poor literary genious studying at MIT..aur ek ladki, the stunning damsel with THE template, working as a consultant in SFO..dono blog likhte hain. Dono or tanhaayee hai..aawaarapan, banjaarapan hai. The first thing that the guy does on waking up is reading her blogs (cos she writes at night) and she, inevitably drools over his before goin to bed(cos there is this 3 hr time difference).
ekta -- how romantic!! kuch kehna hai tumse, accha title rahega naa?? ya fir, kuch to hai, zaroor! !!
ekshaks -- (his pride showin on his smiling face) yesss!! haan haan. (tone changes again) and he wud be the first to comment on her blogs..and she wud shower him with praises for every word that he utters. They would have all the blogs in common, and like..their comments wud complement each other everywhere..
ekta -- yes i know..like painting the town in red..
ekshaks -- yes, eggjactly. slowly, they start exchanging emails. He would write his heart out n she wud drool over his each written word. One day, the guy suggests trying the instant messenger...she's at heights of ecstacy.(she wondered all these days..the dumb genious cudn't come up with that b4)..and they talk..n talk..
ekta -- ahaa..(dreams of the padma-shree) a chart-topper already..but (wiring her brows) don't u think they're getting way too talkative?
ekshaks -- hmm..(again gathering himself) u'll manage that dear..i know ur good at it..throw in a couple of other readers..a friend of hers..a rival of his..the blogger underworld don..then there is always this saas..i know u can do it, jaan.
ekta -- (refreshing smile sweeping across her face) u really think so?
ekshaks -- of course dear. and then in flashback u cud show them playing with mitti together in a dungy mumbai chawl. we'll get a bonanza hit out of this.
ekta -- We? (collecting quickly)..aah yes yes. They'll make you an overnight hero for this damn good script.
ekshaks -- (blushes..drools.) really..I knew you were my bestest friend, ekta.
and thus she departs, swept with joy, with the next crowd-puller script in her hands, never to return.
My heart cries for the Shaks.
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