V for Veronica

Despite having my share of male friends, there are some things about guys which doesn’t fail to surprise me… still!
For instance, the fascination with cars or expensive phones or stock markets or even the choice of movies. Now, I sit with half a dozen juvenile men at work, who exhibit some/all of these cretin characteristics, but the magnanimous, open-minded, tolerant person that I am, I usually overlook these foibles in my fellow human beings, and continue being friends with most of them.

So, I don’t mind when they discuss the volatility in the Sensex, as if their lives depended on it…

I don’t mind when they interrupt me with inane questions, especially when I am trying to focus (on timeless classics like Beedi, Pardesi and my favourite, Maa da Ladla)…

I also don’t mind when they compare the features on their ipads/android phones/blackberries when all I have is my stupid Nokia handset which doesn’t do anything…

Most of all, I ignore the lamest jokes, even though I am the victimized more often than not… Example: Nefertiti is so down-to-earth. Haha… I get it, I am short. Move on!

So they are also hardcore Batman fans. They have seen The Dark Knight umpteen number of times, and set their wallpapers with posters of The Dark Knight Rises, three months before the movie released. They have even formed their very own Batman star cast, and bestowed on me the responsibility of being the Catwoman, and then quickly changed it to Kittenwoman.

Now, call it a sacrilege, but I am no Batman (or for that matter, any man) enthusiast, I don’t care if Batman begins or Batman ends or Batman lives forever and I definitely did not track the release date of the movie, ready to pounce upon the first available tickets. But when I made this confession to my aforementioned cretin colleagues, they graciously offered me THE ROPE! Hence, I decided to watch the movie and figure out what the big deal was (yet another example of my open-minded tolerant personality). For three hours, I sat there, clutching my hair, my head hurting, as I saw Batman demonstrating all kinds of stunts in an excruciatingly long and painful movie. At one point, out of sheer desperation, I considered sneaking out of the theatre to watch Ice Age 4, being screened at the next theatre. The only saving grace were the female characters; both Catwoman and Miranda Tate had the layered personalities which could keep the audience hooked till the end.

But personally, I would rather be the one-dimensional person, who likes wearing pink, listens to crass item songs and only appreciates shallow movies.

I have done the dark brooding act; now it’s time for the Veronica in me…