Cameo and Nulliet - back from the dead

Act IV Scene I

At the end of the road, right in front of the great clock with some god’s face engraved on the dial.
They had broken up for the 4th time six months back but with Cameo’s feigned luck and a tough kick-in-the-balls from his rebound, they are in the same city.

Cameo : I guess it’s time to go

Nulliet [cozying up on the park bench in an entirely different city] : How I wish you never had to depart?

Cameo : Well, seriously? You talk like our creator trying to fit  fancy words in the most inappropriate places [looking dejected. Putting up that prudent face like Robinson Crusoe or Jason Statham… anything that befits the imagination]

Nulliet : If I ever meet that bastard or fuck-turd or maybe a tad extremely closer, rather bordering on the line of being an asshole – I will ask him why us? We never did him any harm [antagonistic to put things mildly]

Cameo [dumbfounded]: Oh My God… who put so much of brains in you? I mean now I definitely wish to meet him and you do sound like him on an entirely different level. [Smug smile… peace prevails]

Nulliet : Gone is the era when humour was his preferred genre. We sort of kept his circle laughing. I doubt whether he is still within its circumference [classic contemplation]

Cameo [face-palm… as expected, trying to live the last few moments before Garfield’s Monday] : Darling, we will not see each other in this week. Do you get that? You have a night shift and I really need to reach office by nine. Can we talk about more important things? [A little needy here]

Nulliet [getting the point since 2010] : Yes dear [looks at the clock and spaces out]

Cameo [bewildered] : You’re lost. What is wrong?? [The question thrown in a rather hysterical way]

Nulliet [playfully] : Darling, why don’t you calm down or do you need help here? [the twinkling eyes twinkling since four years]  

Cameo [delighted] : Don’t you always get it?

Nulliet[twinkle twinkle twinkle] : Do I not cater to your Sunday night blues ‘MoMo’ in my own naughty way? [mock sulk] You never understand only…

Cameo [waiving the victory flag] :  You know…

Nulliet[cutting him off] : No.. [infuriated] I don’t want to. You come back after six months and… [burying her face in her palms] what was I even thinking.. Men like you…. [sobbing]

Cameo [the gravity of the gratifying moment needed some of his theatrics] : You are absolutely right. [the classic pitch] I deserve this sort of treatment. I have taken after the worst architecture of man. In the past six months I have even realized that your beauty has transcended all the divine boundaries known to mankind. [produces a handkerchief like an English gentleman]

Nulliet [making sure that the handkerchief needs to be burned later] : So, so you think I have surpassed Juliet[her sister who apparently heads the missing person list] ?? [classic puppy eyes]

Cameo [unflustered by the rather known tone] : Of course. Six months have had an adverse effect on you my love. [inching closer to her] Should we continue with some wine?

Nulliet [apprehending since 2010] : Dushtu[and with an evil grin]

The rest is nesting on the lush green gardens of the Garden City and dangling from the ever more lush green trees of the Pervert’s mind.

P.S : Let’s get back to the start

P.P.S : P.S is no longer followed by an “I Love You” rather displaced by “love is blindness”

Cameo & Nuliet

Act I Scene I

Location: Haldirams, Exide on St. Valentine’s day

Cameo(with an impish smile) : What would you prefer?

Nulliet (blatantly) : Raw meat. As if, you didn’t know.

Cameo (a bingo grin) : Adulterated, I surmise.

Nulliet (whining) : You regard me as a contaminant. Is this my position? Its as if I am
your harlot and not your girl

Cameo (frustrated) : Why does it always happen that you take my joke a as an
insinuation? Even chopped chicken is meat. Therefore, I was being
a bit more accurate.

Nulliet (wrenches out the words required for the quarrel) : Chopped chicken lacks life and is digestable.

Cameo (surrenders to the lady’s high intelligence quotient) : Oh baby. Why do we fight?
You are my girl. I am your man. That’s what matters. No more
issues. Lets get out. Its valentine’s day after all.

Nulliet (could not reconcile to the fact that Cameo has accepted defeat) : Its over? I don’t
believe my ears. (Not dragging the episode) Lets go.

Cameo (the baazigar) : We will take a bus to Park Street.

That’s the beauty of this duet. They are so much in “love” . Their ethereal “love” just doesn’t let them go.

Act I Scene II

Location : the mid-day streets, flooded with vendors. The swanking couples in lemon yellow and stinking red.

Nulliet (enthusiastically, examines a fake-emerald ring) : Wouldn’t this be a perfect vday
gift?

Cameo (bewildered at this creature’s idiosyncrasy) : Are you off your chump? Why the hell do you need this plastic toy? (followed by the wry smile)

Nulliet (embarrassed ) : Leave it. (starts walking)

Cameo (petrified) : Pardon me sugar. I never meant to hurt you. It was a genuine remark.
(as usual, he is screwed. He craved for a time- machine)

Nulliet (furious, was waiting for this second) : That’s perfectly understood. This is what I receive as a gift from the person I love (love love love alone. Ladies and gentlemen mark the word) the most. I should have listened to Juliet. I mistook her concern for vilification. Alas……………(I don’t have the requisite faculty to explain the varied gestures of heart-ache via words)
(Juliet is Nulliet’s long lost friend. She was dead against Cameo.)

Cameo (the abrasive mode) : Romeo called you a bitch. Wish I could have trusted him.
(Romeo is Cameo’s dead brother). Its impossible to drill something into your pigeon-head.

Nulliet (in the perfect James Hetfield patch) : And its impossible to extract out romanticism from your soul. You can only gobble. You cant chew. Body Body Body (each with an increasing frequency).

(The pedestrians were not much surprised. They are used to such stuff. That’s the “vday” crowd)

Cameo (strategic mention of his dead brother didn’t work. Plan B. Modulating his tone) : Baby, we are drifting away. (Two droplets of croc-tears) I am really really really sorry. (On his knees) I beg of your forgiveness. I ought to be stuffed with nails. Please honey. Give me last chance.

Nulliet (duel effect of the sun and Cameo’s maneuver melts her) : We should move off to Elliot Park. (holding Cameo’s hand and giving it a jolt. Cameo springs up. In a sugary sweet snotty pitch) Why do you say such things? You know na I love you sooooo……. Much. You are my shona….. (sorry comrades, I was not blessed enough to catch the rest of it)

Cameo (the vampirish glare) : You are irresistible today.

Nulliet (the blush, finally) : Dushtu…

To be continued…

Gut-outrage

Meandering through the falsehoods of the augmented psychological complexities, certain corollaries strike my mundane mind.
Changing your vista in order to suffice the needs of an already-satisfied soul is the epitome of commitment , precisely srwewing up your own existence.
To harbour a sense of feel-good is perhaps the best way to justify your misdeeds.
Yet at the end of the day she steals your show.
At this juncture, your image seems to perfectly overlap a professional-dreamer's cast.
The stereotypical idiots empathize while the intellectually-blessed mock.
Either you suffer anxiety-attacks(most of the lot are good in dramatics) or you follow Shakti Chattopadyay's footsteps.
The former tend to become more and more attack-prone while the latter turns a new leaf.
A unique lot is blessed to possess dual-characteristics and luckily I belong to this sect.
She enjoys the company of this sect. Fodder of two different flavours well packaged and market-friendly.
Actually, she has various un-apprehended demands which fail to maintain a steady state and is stabilized dyanamically. Therefore, its quite clear that I have the most important role in this obtuse reaction. The side effects of this potentially-challenged reaction has had an acute effect on my gut which in turn makes you people go through this torture.