So, around two weeks back, Peppa Pig introduced vampires to Miss M, my 6-year-old. She was so enchanted with the concept, which led me to think about my set of vampires.
Now, I watched the Twilight series in 2011, back when I was putting up in Portland, Oregon, where this series was shot primarily. I remember how I got swept away – the vampires, the werewolves, and humans don’t add up, the story has its issues, I get it. Okay, fine, massive loopholes, but it still gets me.
A part of me knows the ambiance spoke to me. So my lifelong dream is to visit Yakutsk, Russia, and Antarctica someday. I have possibly seen all documentaries related to Yakutsk, and I follow its temperature on the weather app daily. Why you ask. Well, it’s just an obsession. Somethings about you, even you don’t understand.
So anytime a frame captures snow and dark as a setting, they have my attention. It may be Roja, Badla, Twilight, Vertical Limit. There is something surreal about this weather that calls out to me.
And the second aspect is, but of course, the romance. No matter how naive or intense, it sweeps under my skin. Like I said in one of my posts – There is something about winter and the feeling of love. Even though no clear analogy can be drawn, they are interconnected somewhere.
It speaks to me, and even after nine years of watching Twilight when I feel I am far more matured, the details of this movie got to me. The look 17-year-old Bella shares with Edward on a college campus, the way they talk when they hold back the urge to confess. How they both acted as a drug to each-other without knowing when and how that happened. I can understand, oh heck, I can relate.
I was 17, and he was off-limits. I never knew when I went ‘all-in’, and by the time I did realize, I did not want to withdraw. Love is not calculative. There is a spark, a connect, and no matter how alien you are, you want it to work. At 17, your mind does not follow the working function, you believe and rely on a feeling. A feel which is so surreal and powerful that it shivers every part of you. You may think I am crazy comparing a fantasy world to my real life, but it gets better…insane.
Anyhow, in 2011, my vampire-man did not watch the franchise with me, but this time I somehow got him in the loop and made him watch all five over the week, and no sooner he started to watch, tippadi shuru –
“It doesn’t make sense. The girl knows he is a vampire, and then too she is falling in love with him. Ye marne kyu jaa rahi hai?” he chided.
I laughed out loud, “Look who is talking!”
“Because at times you know you are in trouble and the other party is poles apart, and YET you decide to make that move, kyuki pyaar deewana hota hai, har khushee se har gam se begaana hota hain.”
“What nonsense? Tumhe vampires aur Musalmaano mein koi farak nahi dikhta.”
“Of course, dikhta hai! Vampires are so blood-y handsome! Even pale skin work on them aur tum itna laal-maas kha ke bhi laali nahi la paaye gaalo mein.”
“Jab dekho yehi rona. Ek hi baat. Kya khushi milti hai tumhe?” He cribbed and started walking out of the room.
I held his arm and made him sit so that he follows all of it. If you ask me why I annoy him, it’s because, after almost twenty years, this is all the drama I get!
Throughout the four movies, I heard him sniff and puff with “Isme sirf pyaar-mohabbat hi hai kya? Inke paas kaam-kaaj nahi hai. Ek ped se dusre uchal rahe hai? Ghar kaise chalta hai? Oh! Real estate investment bhi kiya hai Carlisle ne.” (Isle Esme island as shown in Breaking Dawn-1)
I had to shhh him at times and ask him to keep his reasoning hat on the side-table.
“You will love the last one, Shahzeel. There will be an epic fight on the battlefield. The wolf pack, the vampires, the Volturi…all of them will come together. You HAVE to see that. That’s so you.”
So, my man loves the battlefield and boxing rings. Not a proud confession, but he was quite a dangayi in his early years.
Finally, after a ‘thousand years’ wait for Shahzeel, the second half of the last franchise began, and the red coats steps on the frozen ground. Mysha and I sat on the edge of our seats, as we waited for the battle to begin.
Now, as Aro ripped Carlisle’s head, Shahzeel jaw dropped with Mysha and mine.
‘It’s working; the man is in the loop.’ I thought to myself. You see, I believe in being ‘sucked’ in a book or a movie. That’s how you make stories, you need to get to the ground or the battlefield. That’s the ONLY way you make others a part of your story. Those emotions should overpower and succumb you in its raw power, so much that leaves an ‘imprint’ on you.
I often tell Shahzeel that for me to write my love-story I need to get down to 17-year-old Saumya. I need to feel what she felt at that hour. Every fluttered feeling needs to be captured and encapsulated. It’s then when you bleed emotions in words. It’s been two decades when that feel left my corner, and it gets hard for me to relive that moment.
Last month, standing in my washroom brushing our teeth, I told him, “Sheikhu, to write those feelings, I NEED to fall in love again.”
Without losing a moment, he turned with a mouth full of foam and said, “Fall in love with me. AGAIN!”
“Yeah, right. ” I rolled my eyes and left after rinsing.
Yes, I know that boat has sailed. I won’t get the butterfly effect again, so when any piece of movie or book takes me on that spotlight, us waqt se ru-ba-ru karwati hai, I find the latch. It tingles, it lingers.
Sorry for the detour and coming back to the Twilight battlefield. So now the music is on an all-time high note. We three have our mouths open as Voultri and the Cullen charge at each other in vampire speed, and no sooner did they merge that he yelled with arms and voice up in the air, –
“Mahaaa-bhaaaraaat, Mahaaa-bhaaarat, Mahaaaa-Bhaaraaat, Aa, aa, aa, aa, aa, aa, aa.”
I laughed at his timely pitched voice and then I joined him tapping the woooden table in front,
अथ श्री महाभारत कथा
अथ श्री महाभारत कथा आ..
कथा है पुरुषार्थ की ये स्वार्थ की परमार्थ की
सारथि जिसके बने श्री कृष्ण भारत पार्थ की
Mysha came under a shock. Why are these morons, my parents?
Toh mere priya mitro, is kahaani se aapko kya shik-sha milti hai?
Number ek – Desi desi hi rahega.
Secondly, and more importantly, we are the 90s kids. Chandrakanta, Chitrahaar, Ramayan, and Mahabharat are ingrained in our bloodstream. And it doesn’t matter which household we came from, we all followed these as children.
No sooner we finished with the title track Shahzeel said, “Teer se teer takrane ka mazza jo hai, wo ye bhediye aur pishaach mein kaha? Chai chai hi rahegi, mojito aatey-jaatey rahenge.”
Thirdly, and more importantly, yes, the butterflies in the tummy and feel of weak at the knees have long left my corner, but they left me rock-solid marriage, where we can sing the title track of Mahabharat in the same pitch and laugh out loud. The moment when you get each other, which are exclusively sealed for you and no one else. Feelings change; connection remains!