Struck The Film
On his way to work one day, Joel (Bodhi Elfman) is impaled through the chest by a three-foot arrow. But it doesnt harm him. And it wont come out ...
Memory lane 2, Case# 6, The complete story: Part II continued…
Is going to be so memorable event in my life. That very phenomenon of human body travelling at a speed of  no less than 60MPH proved blessed tome in someway. Amidst all the staring eyes, my attention was drawn towards the individual who just sneezed the breath out of me. My heart skipped a beat, and I was fortunate enough with all the god’s grace that the ’sneezer’ was a girl, kind of my dream girl. Long flowy hair, tinge of sparkle in the eye, of course cause she wore glasses and they shone in the only streak of sunlight entering the room that was highlighting her somehow indicating that the heavens’s above have finally introduced me to my soul mate.
I moved out of my bench, a two seater desk is what we had then. Walked up to her, went down on one knee, reached my hand into my pocket and pulled out a fresh new kleenex tissue and offered it to her. Clapping of hands and cheering accompanied my walk to the altar (her bench). A sparkle in her eye and a shy smile melted me throughout and my knees felt like a rubbery stick. Soft guitars played in the background and cupids flew around. Shooting arrows at me. One of them did hit me and I returned back to my senses.
Of course I did not do anything of that, life is not a “cartoon network” and the arrow that the cupid hit me was ostensibly a chalk, white and hard, hit by none other than the teacher. Forget the cupid smile, red eyes with stern looks was the highlight of my welcoming first day.
Everybody noticed me drool virtually and so did she. In the lunch break, some guys invited me over their desks for lunch. Others close to that girl shooed and booed me! The introductory talk with my new tiffin inmates was abruptly interrupted by the “atchooo”  girl. I dont know if any one of you ever noticed, but in my school, before the beginning of every class, a teacher took attendance, I was always in the look out for her name and in the process missed my roll call atleast twice that day. All I could get from the attendance look outs is that her last name was Reddy.  So, atchoo Reddy tapped on my shoulder and interrupted our talk. “Could I talk to you for a minute, that is IF you are not really busy?”. Hell I wasn’t busy, and hell yes you can talk to me. I was waiting for it myself. I preferred not to show my desperation. I tried to be as polite as possible and walked down with her outside the class. Walking out and looking down I began my apology, ashamed and embarrassed to what happened in the class a while back “I am sorry, if i made you feel uncomfortable with that stare in the class, when you sneezed, I mean I was just trying to see who it was, but I did n…”; “Shhh….it’s ok”, she again interrupted me. A timezone of silence reeled in, my head looked up, and she smiled. Probably the best smile ever. For a moment the kids running around us in the playground clinching their tiffin boxes in their hands and bottles around their necks, chasing down their friends, jumping in and out of class rooms and lawn around, came to standstill. Meditation is a difficult thing to do, especially for an impatient creature like me, but that moment was just not a moment, it was a time in between two worlds. Butterflies flew, flowers sprayed their fragrance around and skies formed cloud shapes of cute little teddies with wings.
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