Plot one: (Setting : Some Century BC, Mahismaati)
After the night of magical union, I decided to plunge into my deadly mission. I sedated him, my own love. He who had made me aware of my beauteous form, he who had initiated me into the pleasures of bodies, it was him, whom I cheated.
How drab was my life before I met him, how I had disregarded my youth, my desires, and how he made me get in touch with my true self, “You are a girl,” he had said and “I am a man.” All those years of merciless martial training seemed worthless at that ephemeral moment of carnal knowledge.
I must have been thinking of him, when I was ambushed by the soldiers of the Empire. I had lost all hope, when he struck them like a thunder, he took on the entire army, he recused me, he made me swoon over him, all over again.
I was wounded. He dressed me very tenderly. He had taken a decision for both of us, he firmly declared, “You cannot go, I shall take your mission forward. You are mine, and so your enemies are mine, your mission is mine too. I shall go and rescue Devasena!” His determination muffled my efforts of dissuading him. He marched towards his mission. I pray he comes back safe, I pray he succeeds in rescuing our Queen, my Mistress.
He shall get all the glory in this world, which was meant to be mine. But he deserves it, of course. And I? I shall wait. Wait patiently, wait quietly, and sigh. While my feminine heart shall beat rhythmically in a body with heightened consciousness of its weaknesses and beauty.
Plot two: (Setting: Contemporary Old Delhi and POK)
People may think he is stupid, but I love him.
How can anyone look like a Greek god and be so simple? He is innocent; so very childlike. With chiseled muscles and body of Hercules, he bows down in front of every stray, rabid monkey that hops his way. I mean, how cute is that? Isn’t his a heart of gold? He is working hard to get a house. My father knows how important it is for a man to be the primary earning member of the family, he is sort of training my love in masculinity. And my man is ever so eager to please, to prove.
Things were perfect till he found himself a lost girl. My hero is now determined to send the girl back to her parents in a different country. I even gave him the money we were saving up for our house. I had to support his mission wholeheartedly. After all, his mission is my cooperation.
He is long gone, and I am waiting. He shall return only after handing over the girl to her parents. I shall wait. It comes to me naturally. Mother keeps on asking if I know of his whereabouts. How do I know? I only know of my part. I make sure that I look like a woman waiting for her man should look like. I wear no extra makeup while he is away. Father is worried stiff, sometimes, I suspect that he is worried that he shall return, rather than being afraid that he won’t.
Plot three: (Setting: Two women discussing which films to watch, it is now called Bechdel Test)
Woman One: “I have this rule, see…I go to a movie if it satisfies three basic requirements. One it has to have at least two women in it, two, who talk to each other,three, about something besides a man”
Woman Two: “Pretty strict, but a good idea.”
Plot Four: (Setting: Parallel Universe)
Two star studded films, released this July, flops after failing the Bechdel’s Test.