Yipes! Does the story have a happy ending?
Ah, it’s **your ** turn
Yeee-iikes!!! I, thankfully, have never been on either end of a deadly weapon (other than my rage) I think I would plotz completely
and rightfully so. yikes.
Yep, I’m still here. 
I was on my lunch hour and went to get something at Wally*World. I had the driver’s side door open and my legs were out. I was rummaging for something when I heard the passenger door knob click. I looked up to see a stranger get into the passenger seat and pull an automatic from his jacket pocket and point it at me. He told me to get into the car (remember my legs were out). I decided I’d rather be dead in that parking lot than on a dirt road somewhere so I literally flew out of the car and around the car parked next to me. (I don’t remember my feet touching the ground.) This stranger (who BTW looked amazingly like a car salesman.) very nonchalantly got out of my car and walked over to a brand new caddy that was parked nose to nose with my car and got into it. As he did so he told me that my husband (the Klingon) sent him. Somehow he knew my first name. This pissed me off royally so I decided to get behind the caddy and get the plate number. Wouldn’t you know there was a “dealer plate” instead of a licence plate (apparently a phoney). The police never did find out anything about it but I suspect the whacked out crack head bar maid the Klingon was dating at the time.
***YEEEEEEIIIIIKES!!! * ** :eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek::eek:
talk about your epileptic chihuahua. I am very aware of my surroundings even in broad daylight now.
Wow. I’ve been cut on my arms to the extent of 69 stitches and getting an up-close and personal look at the tendons running to my fingers, but I’ve never had another person stick a knife in me. ::shudders::
TWO, your cat is named Cricket? I have a Cricket!
Swampy, let me know when you are going to be coming this way. I love Chef Lee’s and there is a new thai place that is wonderful.
Is there a baby yet?
Puggy what Rosie said. Using the quote thingy is a whole lot easier than typing all that out. 
SCL, Thai food! NUMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYY!!! We just have to do this now! Chef Lee’s is my fav-o-rite all time Chinese restaurant.
ACBG had to put his car in the shop today. Nuttin’ major just some routine service that’s gonna be taken care of tomorrow. I told him he could borrow the 'Stang if he wanted. I thought he was gonna plotz! He borrowed twuck instead. I offered to let him borrow my 'Stang. Dang! I must be in love. 
-swampbear (who seems to be using a lot of smilies today)
I was kinda oblivious to this encounter, but one day we decided kinda at the last second to pull in to a bank and use the ATM. As my husband was walking to the machine, a guy pulled in behind us, and started yelling at FCD about making such an abrupt turn without signaling and other such stuff. Apparently, he was also brandishing a pistol and he threatened to shoot my sweetie (I couldn’t see him, so I didn’t understand the conversation till FCD got back to the car.) I heard my sweetie say “Yeah, that’s smart…” as he continued to the ATM, and the guy got in his car and left.
And this was in the early evening, still bright and sunny out, on the busiest road in Orange Park FL at a major intersection. That’s probably what stopped a shooting more than anything. Road rage - yeah…
Therapy went well - I stretched enough to increase my range of motion about 20 degrees, so that was good. The therapist taught me some exercises I can do at home, then she hooked me up to the zappy machine and I got to lie in the dark for 15 minutes while my shoulder got all tingly. FCD was waiting in the parking lot when I got out, and he took me to dinner. Now I’m in my fuzzy robe, chillin’. Life is good!
Hour 2, a little bit abbreviated!
The next day, they celebrate Raja’s birthday. When a dog eats the birthday cake and dies it is discovered the cake was heavily poisoned. Of course it rather ruins the mood of the party! Raja begins to suspect Ranjit, too, as Ranjit made all the arrangements for the cake. He tells Ranjit to go order a new cake but this time, *Ranjit *will have the first bite.
Arjun’s heart breaks, seeing Savitri’s worry and her tears over her son. He swears to find the true killers.
That night Arjun catches a woman sneaking out of Raja’s room. He accuses her of thieving, and in the middle of it a very drunk Raja shows up. The woman accuses Arjun of attempted rape – which is a pretty terrible thing to say – and punches Arjun. Arjun stops the second swing, and defends himself. He grabs the girl, and in front of Raja goes through her pockets, finding Raja’s wallet and watch. Raja is contrite, and Arjun walks off-screen.
Next morning, Raja intercepts Arjun who is leaving. They have an emotional talk where Raja tells him all his problems. Arjun realizes that Raja is under a great deal of stress and tension, as he believes his own mother is trying to kill him, and so Arjun’s heart is touched and he agrees to stay until the killer is found.
Later that day, as Poonam is leaving Arjun asks to walk her home. She refuses, somewhat coldly, saying there is someone waiting for her. Arjun’s hopes are dashed.
Cut to Poonam waiting at the bus station with an obviously blind man, when the resident of room 666 shows up. Remember him? He realizes Poonam’s companion is blind, and after some desultory talk grabs Poonam and starts to drag her to his car. The blind man tries to help but is thrown to the ground. However, Arjun shows up on scene. Cue fight scene, where Arjun kicks the shit out of the room 666 guy.
Arjun then escorts them to their home. The blind man asks Arjun to stay for tea. When Arjun agrees, he turns to Poonam and says, “Poonam, would you bring some tea for our guest?” And Poonam says, “Yes of course, dear brother.”
Upon hearing the word ‘brother’, Arjun is ecstatic. He goes out in the pouring rain – monsoon season – and begins to laugh, crazy and happy. When Poonam comes out to check on him, they look into each other’s eyes, and then fall into each other’s arms. The umbrella comes down to block them, so you think they’re kissing*, and then it blows away. As it blows away, Arjun chases it, but the corner of her sari is caught in his ahem pants, and part of it comes off. Then follows a very nice dance number, with Poonam in a wet clingy sari and Arjun dancing around her, etc.
As the song finishes, Raja drives by. He stops, and asks if they need a ride. He is of course, very amused, and Arjun and Poonam embarrassed as they quickly hurry off, declining the offer of a ride.
Cut to Girdhar Lal turning to the screen and shouting “ARJUN SINGH ARJUN SINGH ARJUN SINGH! Who is this Arjun Singh?” He and his son Ranjit decide to hire a famous femme fatale who hires herself out to destroy men’s reputations. She makes them fall in love with her, forsaking their wives and their regular lives, and then takes their money and possessions and leaves. However, this time, they decide to have her kill Ranjit.
We see a scene with Nisha, who is the femme fatale. She is very hesitant about committing a murder and obviously weary and disgusted with her job as femme fatale. Her mother, who was one herself, promises her that this will be the *last *job and then after that they’ll have enough money to escape.
She appears at the hotel and dances…Raja is irritated at first but when he sees her dance begins to be interested in her, like every man does. (Cue really flashy song and dance number – my SO laughs his head off every time he sees it. The woman is wearing a gold lame dress, she is on a gold stage, with a large 6 foot golden ball rotating behind her. Tacky!)
After the end of the song, Dadu – the grandfather, remember him – shows up at the hotel, but he is in somewhat of a disguise. He pretends he is a rich intercontinental businessman. Of course Arjun rushes to meet him, but Dadu pretends not to recognize him and actually grows irritated with him. Arjun doesn’t believe him right away, but when Dadu orders wine and pot and women, Arjun is forced to believe it.
In the middle of the night Arjun bangs on Dadu’s door, and says “You could never be my grandfather! You’d never measure up!” In the morning Dadu calls the manager – who happens to be Poonam at that moment – and complains. Poonam begs him not to take it too badly, and says, “When you get to know Arjun, you will love him too.” And Dadu says, “Too? What do you mean, too?” Poonam blushes, and her secret is out. Dadu is very happy and tells her not only has his son done really well but has also found a wonderful woman to marry.
Interval
Later, someone comes to Dadu and tells him Arjun’s birthday is tonight. Dadu is surprised, as it’s most definitely not Arjun’s birthday tonight, and so he goes to see.
But this is just a plot Arjun has enacted to ferret out whether this is the real Dadu or not. He pretends he is rip-roaring drunk and generally living bad. He speaks of getting four women pregnant, and tells them all when his Dadu dies, he will take the money and then he can take care of them all. Cue song and dance number. While he is playing this trick, Poonam catches him with all these women – snap! – and runs off crying. She is broken-hearted but Dadu consoles her, telling her this is just Arjun’s game to make him admit who he really is.
Just then someone tells Dadu Arjun is dead, that he walked out in front of the bus. Dadu rushes to the door, shouting, “My son! My son!” upon which Arjun walks in. Dadu begs his forgiveness for lying and pleads with him never to play such a cruel trick again. Grandpa and grandson are reunited, and we find out the whole thing was an elaborate ploy on behalf of Dadu to find out if Arjun was truly independent or not. He says that he is convinced and will now take not just a son but also a daughter (Poonam) home, but Arjun explains the situation with Raja, and says he must stay until that is resolved.
Meanwhile, they kidnap Nisha’s (femme fatale) mom because she is not working fast enough, and they say if she doesn’t kill Raja quickly, her mother will die. They agree to have her perform again, and make a trap for Raja to die.
*I may have mentioned this but up until very recently - think last 10 years - there was no kissing in Indian movies. There would be lots of violence, and even some rapes (which usually took place off-screen) but never kissing. As late as the early 2000’s there was kissing but no tongue. The actors wouldn’t even move their mouths but instead would just press their lips together. I’m not sure if they’re doing tongue now.
End of Hour 2
This sounds like a drag queen’s wet dream.
How the heck does anybody keep up with who’s who? I think I said this before, but these movies you’ve been telling us about sound like about 20 seasons of soap opera plots all rolled into three or four hours. Still fascinating! I can’t wait for the next installment.
FCM ain’t PT wunnerful! We used to have a PT department at work. Every once in a while I’d get me some therapy for what hurt or a cold or hot pack. I miss this real bad.
I think that while the movie is action-packed, we would all be able to follow along if we could put faces to the names. (I hope!).
Severe thunder storm watch here today–glad I did what yardwork I could today.
Also, the insurance reimbursement check came today! Thank God.
We are going to finish putting together the Viking Lego ship that #2 son got for his birthday tonoc. That’ll feel good.
I only have a stalker/flasher story to tell. A young guy came up behind me (I still don’t know where he came from–I tend to be aware in public places) in the parking lot of a local strip mall about 15 years ago. He was blonde and pimply. He pushed his tongue out between his lips and started to unzip his fly. (he caught up with me at the side of my car.) I was in that car so fast–he put his hand out to stop me, and I just kept going. I may have run over his foot. Don’t care.
Now, the odd part of this story is this: it was the day before our wedding anniversary. I met my husband in that mall, by accident. We were both there to buy one another a surprise for the anniversary. He had come from work, I from home, so we left the mall via different exits. He came up to my car (in his car) at an intersection and said, “race ya home”. I was shaking and told him quickly what had happened.
We got home and we called the cops. An officer came over and took down my story. The cop said that I should have gone back in the mall, to give security or the cops a chance to catch this guy.
Ummmm…NO.
I went and looked at mugshots the next day–never did find him. The number of white, pimply guys who have been arrested for crimes in this area was depressing. The officer tried to make me feel better by saying they come over the overpass from _________, but I know that’s not true–that particular suburb is like 99% black… :rolleyes: It’s local men or there is a huge world of transients out there. Sad, really.
So, nothing to compare to all these knives and guns and such. It shook me up, though. Jerk. I felt especially vulnerable since I was pregnant. :mad:
Dang Rigs! That’s just oogie. Makes me want to go take a shower. Ick!
Does anybody but me think that when a severe thunderstorm watch is issued it means we’re supposed to sit outside and see if we can spot any? No? Just me? I kinda figured that. See, when I suggested that to ACBG, he offered to get me an aluminum chair and a lightning rod and set ‘em both up in my back yard just so I could watch for thunderstorms. I figured he was really sayin’ he didn’t think it’s such a good idea either. Then again, he’s a 6’ big burly man who tends to get a little freaked by lightning. Just goes into conniptions if I walk out on my back porch during a storm.
Thanks for the movie update, Mika. Guess I’ll have to see if my library has this movie. (They have a rather impressive selection of movies and I’ve seen quite a few Bollywood titles…)
Can’t believe how many people here have been assaulted. :eek: Closest I’ve come is that a (presumably) homeless guy once tried to steal my friend’s purse. I kicked him in the knee as she grabbed her purse away. This was something like a block from the local cop shop. We’re thinking he wasn’t real with-it. Made it convenient to make the police report, though.
I’ve got the World Cafe on in the background and the refrain in the song that just ended was “everybody needs a bosom for a pillow”. Just thought I’d mention that.
Hope all the sickies are doing better. Your ER ordeal sounds like no fun at all, Drae. Oh…and TWO, did you know you’re supposed to take all your antibiotics even if you already feel better?
Dot, keep us updated on what the doc said.
I’ve only had two Fords and one doesn’t really count because it was the 1960 Falcon that my Mom drove when I was growing up. I think we had it till 1972 or 1973. Sometime in grad school I had an Escort station wagon that I bought from a friend. I had it for quite a while and really liked it except that it made the mechanic call me Mrs. Traveler. (Who drives station wagons? Moms, of course.)
I actually managed to mow tonight. I’ve been going to mow for a week or so, but it keeps raining. I was successful in outsmarting the rain tonight, though. Ha!!! So there!
It’s looking like it’s about to rain again… This is getting old. We’re supposed to get strong storms again tonight.
On the up side, they’re back to saying that it won’t rain on Saturday, which would be great, since all my plans involve the great outdoors. (Maybe you’ve noticed this thread?)
Off to read Emma some more. I’ve been reading it on and off for months and have decided that I want to finish it sooner rather than later.
GT
Oh god, now my SO wants to know why I’m laughing so hard and why I have tears in my eyes.
One way they do it is the actors are all famous. Like, everyone knows Amitabh Bacchan, who is the main actor. It does get difficult with more obscure actors.
Hmm. As for my stories. I was fairly sheltered throughout my life, and don’t remember anything that really scared me done by strangers. Don’t worry, I’m not going to get into anything too icky, but there was an uncle by marriage who kept trying to get me alone and once nearly ran me down with a car (I was half-in, half-out of the back of the station wagon, and he started backing up without looking.) Then there was the man in India who tried to run his motorcycle into me. My cousin-brothers nearly kicked his ass.
There was one episode…naw, too deep for the MMP, methinks.
Of course, didn’t see your post swampy. Gotta say, I’m of the ACBG school of thought as pertains to thunderstorms. It’s the only thing that bothers me about my very small house. Don’t really have anywhere that I feel I’m really safe from them. And they’re coming here too! :::Goes and hides under the bed.:::
GT
Oh, I’ll protect you, traveler. I luuuuuurve thunderstorms.
rigs, out here in the Land of Cows TM, the storms were amazing. There’s not a lot to block your view as they rolled in from the NW. I took a couple pictures on my way to the gym that I THINK turned out amazing, if they did, I’ll post them here.
FCM, I’m seconding the thumbs up on PT. Between my knees and now my back, it’s always ended up making me feel better than when I started. And I love the electro-stim thingee with the patches and warm blanket over…
This may help.
Left to right, Arjun, then Poonam, then Raja. In the background is Nisha with her gold lame dress.
For the boys who are interested:
I’ve never been assaulted. I was bullied in junior high by some thuggy girls. And burglarized while sound asleep one frozen March night 15 years ago, but that was it.
My ER visit
Fall of 1998. I’d already been diagnosed with what I now call para-lupus (I have many, but not all, of the componants of full blown lupus, but rather than list several multi syllabic disorders, I just shortened it. My rheumotologist liked it and has used it with other patients) but was reluctant to take an immunosupressor (because the nastiest of the side effects, altho extremely rare, was irreversible damage to one’s eyesight - and I like to see) so when the flu bug hit me, it used a 16 ton weight. Unbeknownst to me, fluid was building up in my lungs and heart sac. I just figured I was full of arthritis pain. It mostly hurt when I bent over to tie my shoes. One doc who was filling in for my vacationing internist said it could be shingles, but the test for that virus came back negative. I was given a second round of antibiotics and left to fend for myself. It got worse until one night I could not catch my breath. I slept fitfully and called in late to work, gasping and yawning the whole time. Normally I would have just called in sick, but there was a month end report due that was only half finished. Which oridinarily I woul have blown that off as well, because I really felt horrible. But I got dressed and made it to work and finished the report. At which point my supervisor and manager insisted I go to the ER (I really felt like I was dying) That was about 1 pm. Much waiting around. X-rays. Cardiac Ultrasound. At around 7pm they realized I might be hungry, so they fed me. I couldn’t really eat. They eventually told me I had pulmanary and cardiac effusion (I think that’s spelled correctly) Lungs and heart sac filled with fluid - had I stayed home, I’d have drowned in my own tissues. at 9pm they announced they had to transfer me to another hospital better equiped to handle cardiac issues. At 10pm they loaded me into an ambulance and transported me 20 miles to the better hospital. In that ER I waited for the on call doc to see me. And waited. And waited. At 1 am they decided I needed to be admitted. So I waited and waited and finally around 4am they had a room for me. This whole time (14 hours) I was on a gurney, unable to fiind a comfortable position. My legs fell asleep because of the pressure on my tail bone. They treated me with meds, steroids mostly and finally insisted I start the immunosurpressor therapy. which i did (so far my eyesight is intact) They did not have to manually drain me, the drugs did the trick.
It is because of this episode that I now, more than ever, believe in the supernatural. I’d lost my sister in 1981, mom in '91 and dad in '97. That particular Wednesday morning, when I was debating to go to work or just flop back into bed, the three of them got together and pushed me out of the house to where there were people who would help me. They weren’t ready for me to join them yet.
So they turned out ok. This was about 6 PM local time, I was headed WNW and these were rolling in. After I turned into NE, there was a wall of black, filled with lightning in front of me. But I wasn’t going to get a good picture through a wet windshield, so these are what I got. You can at least appreciate the height of the storm clouds from these.
And, an obligatory picture of the wife enjoying her merlot alongside Evil Fat Scarlett
[Disclaimer] BW wishes it known that “that picture makes me look fat”, and I concur. She is not fat, not that it would be horrible if she was. That is in fact her arm draped across her, looking somewhat like a protruding stomach, and I would never thought to even point it out, but she says I have to. [/Disclaimer]