The Sunday was peaceful, largely spent with my cousins at their place. On Saturday bought a couple of flicks. The Big Lebowski, I had to purchase. Even my old man was happy to know I had bought it. He told me to look for this flick called The Vanishing Point, which had some great music. Bought Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. May sound porno to ye perverts, but I've heard some great stuff about this comdey-crime. And for curiosity, I bought The Devil Wears Prada. Which I found cool only because Meryl Streep seems to exhibit one of the most brilliant performances. She makes the movie promise what it spells.
The Big Lebowski, like I've mentioned before is the coolest coolest bloody thing. You just have to know one thing before you purchase it. He's the Dude, that's it. Hear this out:
"Let me explain something to you. Um, I am not Mr. Lebowski. You're Mr. Lebowski. I'm the Dude. So that's what you call me. You know, that or uh, His Dudeness, or uh, Duder, or El Duderino if you're not into the whole brevity thing."
While getting off the Metro last evening, was moved to see this chick who was wearing an extremely hot dress. I didn't see her face, it was very likely that she may have not been hot. But from a good enough view she looked pretty, anyway was a bit behind her and she seemed in a hurry. Not that I'm the chasing-stalking kinds, I kept my pace.
As soon as I left the Metro, I saw her on the side of the road talking on the phone loudly. Dark enough not to see her face. She still seemed hot. Two Auto guys were parked along the side just staring at her. Asked both of them if they'd take me, but they refused simply pointing at her as though I should understand without asking. I knew they were pointing towards the chick whose back was exposed to them.
So I walked straight ahead to get one. But I was left with this strange feeling. Even if that chick was going to take an auto it was bound that she was going to face trouble. It wasn't that late, around 7:30 at Central Secretariat though, I felt she had no strong reasons to wear a party dess hanging around India Gate-Rashtrapati Bhawan alone.
Things like this scare me at times. Trust me, as much as I hope yu would like it, I would like to see this city open to the fact that women can look presentable or hot if they want to without getting raped or molested or even the thought of it. But till that day happens, women have to be careful cause the city's dark. Shit happens a lot!