What I Learnt from Fast & Furious

Sometimes you learn some great lessons when you’re least expecting them. I was watching Furious 6, and this particular dialogue hit me hard. Not only the truth in it, but also the conviction with which the character delivers it.

That’s when I realized; in all my stories so far, I have never been able to create a character so strong and powerful as this one. It’s one of the things that make a character stand out, and be remembered. It’s the self-belief, the conviction, and – to an extent – arrogance that defines a character.

Between a character like this and a character that remains silent in that exact situation, I’d always prefer this one.

That’s a writing lesson I’d never forget; for a character to linger, she must display powerful attitude.

What say you guys? Any other lessons from movies?

It’s the Time, to –

I have had enough.

Enough of peer, and enough of pressure.

More than enough of awareness.

And also of social conformity.

It’s the time, to step down

From the pedestal, and accept

the harsh truth. For acceptance,

is the first step to recovery —

or so they say.

But —

I have had enough.

Of pointing fingers, and

of ‘sharing’ responsibilities

I respect family — they adore tradition.

It was my duty, they said

To care, and cure — and nurture

The future of our country.

Why should I make a home —

When my richer counterparts

party? After all —

We are all 19.

It’s the time, to make a stand

To step up — and step out

To a future of my choice.

A Quiet Song

She sang.

None heard.

The mute.

For my collection of Flash Fiction.

A Wayside Plant

Her heart skipped a beat. There he was again. Every time she came out of her cabin, he was there. Was it just a coincidence or was he dying to see her too? Did he give false reasons as well? Just so as to meet her? She hoped so.

He had spoken to her once before; on farewell day at college. He was a shy and a brilliant student. She had never failed to notice his dressing and his mannerisms. He hadn’t met her before, but she had seen him every day of her college life. She had followed him, around the college. She had sat behind him in the canteen and savoured every moment without his knowledge. She was fully aware of his every move, every word. After all, love can happen to anyone.

They met quite a lot at work. It was inevitable since their cabins were so close, but there was no closeness between them, yet. He just ignored her like a wayside plant. He walked away. He seemed busy with some files, or so she convinced herself. She stood transfixed, looking at his retreating figure.

She sighed. So close, yet. So far.

Some day, he’ll learn to notice the roadside creepers and then, he’ll notice her too.

Silence

A talkative girl she was,

who could never – not talk.

Speech was powerfully haunting

she taught others.

Many tried to talk her

into the power of silence.

She never gave in.

Time, had other ideas.

When I met her, she was

a mother – but not talkative.

Time had changed her

and her ability of speech.

She was now silenced.

Does silence come with worry?

I wondered – but then – maybe

Silence, comes with maturity.

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