Hindi Short Film - Girl In Red
Pocket Films
[{'start': '7.680', 'end': '9.040', 'text': 'A terrible blank page... ...stands against bloody terrific ideas... ...that\'s the genesis of any good story. A writers life is ironical... ...you sit idle for hours... ...to give life to a boring dull page... ...a writers blocked mind messes up everything. 5 days, 15 shags and 500 cigarettes later... ...the blank page had now begin to tease me, coax me for a story. Suddenly I sensed that maybe this is a sign... ...a story idea may be born. And maybe an interesting character... ...is waiting on the other side of the door to meet me. Waiting to... Surprise me! Idiot Sweeper! F#@k! Could he be the extraordinary character of my ordinary story? Hey!! His name was Shahrukh. But he was just the opposite of a hero. He was assigned to do all the dirty slimy work that no one else wanted to touch. A loser who no one else was interested to know or meet... ...except for me. I was searching for a story in him... ...and he in other people\'s garbage. Who had a breakup last night! Who is expecting a child! or was conceiving one. Who all ate what and belched out the whole night! Who slept where and with whom? The dirty garbage was like a book of mystery to him. And if these secrets were revealed, he could break families. But if one wanted to check out his life, how would one do that? Then I saw another unique talent of his... ...he supplied drugs to the so called intellectuals in the neighborhood... ...and I found a way to know him. Just put an intoxicating thing in front of men... ...and they\'ll instantly become friends. Saheb! Have seen a dog wag its tale several times... ...but this is the first time I\'m seeing a tale wag the dog. For others its mere garbage. But only I have the eye to find stories in them. What did you do before this job? Please don\'t tell anyone. I was like the famous villain of a film... ...but got checkmated by a girl. If the people around get to know that the trash they throw... ...let\'s out their dark secrets... ...you\'ll be in a lot of trouble buddy. What sir you\'re making me smoke while on duty... ...and also screwing with my mind! If I consumed this in large quantity, I may die right here! Don\'t you worry. No one has ever died consuming Marijuana. But if you put a Pancuronium Cyanide into this... ...one can guaranteed die a slow but painful death. All this info is written in this paper? Thousands of stories get printed every-day. If you find a good one then that could be a best seller... ...otherwise it\'s all just mere toilet paper. Stories are simple to make sir... ...if you say I can cook a thousand stories right now. I believe we all are sitting on one story or the other. This is Mumbai. Throw a stone outside this window and it\'ll hit some struggling writer. Sir I can see a kind of a story in your eyes. A love kind of a story. Sir.. Sir.. Sir!!!! Do you have more interesting stories in that computer? Would you like to hear about a strange murder? A strange, unique, well planned murder. The killer chopped and flushed away the victim\'s body with the help of chemicals. What happened? What happened? The killer brought acid along with him? Yup. And Ammonia and other chemicals too... ...so that no trace of evidence is left behind. Oh boy! Was he a killer or a witch ghost? He made the girl\'s body disappear in thin air? So how did the cops find out about the murder? The fool made a silly mistake.. ..he accidentally forgot to flush out the two fingers. The local cop once told me... ...that these kind of psychos are really dangerous. Once they mark someone, they stalk them like a ghost... ...and swiftly kill and vanish in thin air. You know what is the most dangerous place in the whole world? Have you found anything like this in your garbage? What sir! It\'s mere garbage, not Google. Come on... ...surprise me. You know Pooja madam of 303 Flat? She is fooling around with Secretary\'s son Bobby, ...everyone knows about it. Then listen to what you don\'t know... ...one day Bobby got a skin rash, Pooja madam was upset. She fumed "How can one get this kind of disease!" I quickly brought the "Adult Rash Cream" for them. 4 hours later when I was taking out trash from Nikita Madam\'s flat... ...I found the same "Adult Rash Cream" in her garbage! Same to same!! Now connect the dots and know where Bobby got the disease from! When you have to choose side between girl or money. You should always opt for your own side. What say? Idiot! Behave yourself! How am I an idiot sir? You are the one smoking with the garbage man! What is your issue? Is it dame or dough? It\'s always about the girl. Isn\'t it? Sometimes... ...mystery is a [ __ ]! Recently, the Nawab of Lucknow was happy with my writing... ...and he gifted me a unique rare statue. I was then researching for a book in the Library-cafe... ...and that\'s when I saw her. Have you ever felt that you are dreaming... ...yet you so bloody  don\'t want to break the flow. You sense that something is wrong but... ...you still let it overpower you. Wh.. What was that girl\'s name? Sapna. (Dream) And then she came home. Never thought it would happen... ...but couldn\'t resist falling in love with you. Next morning when I woke up she had vanished... ...along with my rare unique statue. [ __ ]! Life sometimes! Women always!! But you must have got some kind of a clue to catch her? Isn\'t it? I sometimes sensed that there was someone with her, but was not sure. But then the statue I was looking for ...came back home through an anonymous delivery. As if the statue never wanted to leave this house. Why she came into my life and then vanished? Could never solve the mystery. Saheb! This is the face of the devil! This is part of history... ...old and rare. Priceless! Priceless! Saheb... I also have a connected story. Would you like to hear it? Here, in this same society, a few days back... ...I was sweeping garbage and I came across some weird piece of yellow papers. I wasn\'t able to decipher what those words on the paper meant? Curious, I decided to go the address mentioned in those papers. IMPERIAL TOWERS I was passing through the building\'s basement... ...I came across a smiley face sign sketched in a carton box. Similar to the face I saw in those messages. I opened the box and was startled... ...inside was this white statue, just like yours! I was too thrilled to find something so priceless. I managed to partially fit it into my bag. As I was rushing back, suddenly, I felt that my bag had no weight. I opened it and was shocked to find the bag empty!!! I had not stopped anywhere... ...then how did the statue vanish? Saheb? Wh.. what happened to you sir? Saheb? What happened sir? Are you sure those paper strips mentioned the address IMPERIAL TOWERS? Why are you asking sir? Why me? What do you want? I was the one who wrote those messages... ...and you read them in reverse. She had written down her address in one the papers... ...but I left my own visiting card and moved on. I don\'t remember if I picked those yellow strips or not. But it just occurred to me that the address Sapna wrote in the paper... ...and the strange unique murder had the same address mentioned. IMPERIAL TOWERS!! You? Please leave me alone! I\'ve hidden the statue down in the basement Y... you.. wh... What a coincidence! She never wanted to take the statue away from me. She just made a duplicate statue to fool her blackmailer... ...and couriered the real one back to me. Duplicate?! But... ...then, how did it vanish from my bag? She had made the duplicate one with SALT. Three souls came so close to each other... ...and yet no one knew what exactly was happening Sir!! What happened to you? I am okay. I think the Marijuana has affected me. Please take rest sir, I\'ll leave. Wait. Take your salary and go. Stories are simple to make sir. What\'s your issue sir? Dame or dough? Never thought... ...but couldn\'t resist falling love with you. Hey!! The killer brought acid with him? For God Sake, leave me alone! He made the girl\'s entire body disappear? WAIT A MINUTE! I NEVER TOLD HIM THAT THE MURDERED VICTIM WAS A MAN OR WOMAN!!! HUH!!!!!! We all our sitting on some kind of a story. You know which is the most dangerous place in the whole world? I was looking for a story in him. I was like the famous villain of a film... ...and he in other people\'s garbage. Got checkmated by a girl. She just made a duplicate statue to fool her blackmailer. Once they mark someone... I felt that there was someone along with her. ...they stalk them like a ghost... ...and swiftly kill and vanish in thin air. These kind of Psychos are DANGEROUS. But if you put a Pancuronium Cyanide into this... Between choosing sides between girl or money choose your own. No one has ever died consuming Marijuana. This is for you saheb. Sometimes... mystery is a [ __ ]! Come on... Surprise me!!'}]