Warning: Most of the post is in Malayalam. The context would be familiar only to Malayalam movie lovers. Apologies, others. (Yea I have got a few million readers :p)
Note: The following is based on a real incident, maybe, with a wee bit of input from my side 😀
Mr D stood in front of the mirror. “Bharye, ninakku sukamano?”
Oops. It is not his first night. It is his first date.
He tried again. “Hahaha mandi penne ninakku sukamano?”
Sure winner if she was Sheela. Maybe, he thought, he should say: “Raju mon ennodu chodichu, uncle…”
He tried variations.
“Welcome to Thironthoram, nice to meet you.” Good ol Jagathy.
“Ishtamanedo, enikkishtamanedo” Modern day lovah boy?
“Ormayundo ee mukham?” Suresh Gopi Zindabad
“Chanduvine ellarum tholpichu.” Hmm maybe, it is not the right occasion.
Two hours of ‘mirror-work’ later Mr D was ready. He would mix Nazir and Mohanlal, add a bit of Jagathy and Sreeni. What if she likes comedy? Hmm maybe some of Jayan, a bit of Prithvi…
He reached his destination. The hotel. He pointed her to a chair. “Shoba…,” he began. He cursed himself for not getting a rosa poo. Expecting a ‘Dineshetta I love you’, he slowly sat down on his chair with his best smile.
The chair broke. Mr D was on the floor, some part of him tangled with the chair. The smile stayed on. Sreeni broke a bed, Mr D, a chair. Not bad.
She watched in horror and said “You dweeb! You have a girl called Shoba and you try to hit on me?!”
PADAK THADAK PADAK!
Maybe dating at 30 was not the best idea, D thought.
Arranged marriage, here I come. Doctor, enne onnu upadeshikku.
Ennu, Thalathil Mister D.