I was on a lift and as is usual when I am on a lift (by self), I started singing, acting, dancing, talking. “I wonder how, I wonder why, yesterday you told me about the blue blue sky and all that I can see…” I sang.
“Is just a yellow lemon tree,” chipped in fancy pal Jim. We went on a chorus: “I am turning my head up and down, I am turna turna turna turna turning it round, and all that I can see… is just another lemon tree.”
“That wasn’t too bad was it?”
“Absolutely not. Absolutely nothing”
“Uh ah… is everything alright?” – in singing mode again. “Absolutely nothing,” Jim sang. We had our tough guy expressions on which meant a lot of frowning and teeth clattering – for some reason.
“What would I do without you Jim?”
“Very little Miss Cris, very little.”
It was our floor. I knew there was something odd as soon as I stepped out. Everyone was staring at me. Some of their faces looked familiar. Finally I reached a room where I saw Prithvi Raj. Ouch! I was on a shooting location, interrupting a scene. I ran back to the lift. “Oh no oh no oh shit shit shit”
“Cris you are using the s-word.”
“Shut up Jim. Aww gee that was so embarrassing. Do you think they will arrest me?”
“For being in a shooting location? Nahhh. Well it is a sort of trespass and considering that they took a whole floor for this very purpose… maybe they will give you a fine… hmm Cris I think they will arrest you”
“Forget I asked”
The lift opened, the security caught me and took me right back up.
This was it, I was going to be put in jail. “But I didn’t do anything wrong. There was no board saying no entry,” I was nervous.
When the lift opened director Priyadarshan was waiting. “Priyadarshan,” I hissed.
“Glad you recognized. Would you please step in?”
“Listen Mr P, I had no idea. Look I am sorry alright, but you can’t really hold me up like this. I am a journalist!”
“We were towards the end of a long scene when you interrupted. So we will have to do the whole scene again or explain your presence.”
“Oh. Does that mean I should pay a fine? I know the rules! I am a journalist!” I blurted out. I looked at Jim for support. The coward was hiding behind me.
At this point Prithvi joined and I reddened.
“Young lady…” he began.
“I am not young”
“Ohh. Ok Miss…”
“Everybody knows I am not married,” I sighed turning to Jim. Jim smirked.
“It is a big menace shooting the whole thing again”
“But you can’t arrest me for that!”
“Would you mind if we keep the scene that way?”
I reflected. Cool, finally my big chance to “act”. “No I wouldn’t. Wait let me think (had to play hard to get). Yeah it should be fine.”
“It should be, considering the skills we observed in surveillance camera when you were in the lift.”
At this point I woke up. Actually I woke up a long time ago. And willfully daydreamed from where I stopped. Jim is still smirking, the idiot.