Good Night Good Morning Page #5

girl that would go into the

next room and slit her wrists.

No, I wasn't thinking that.

But maybe I saved your life.

You owe me one.

I wasn't going to kill myself.

Are you crazy?

I love myself too much.

So are you really going

to India or was

that something you just said?

Well, I don't really

know anybody in this town

and you when you called

honestly I was so bored and

I just thought nobody

knows me here

so I could be

anybody and I became Nona.

Did you like being NONA?

Yeah, you know because Nona has

no past and she has no future.

Her validity expires at 8.30 in

the morning when

she boards the flight.

She travels light.

You could be Nona every

single day of your life.

It's not that simple.

We have our responsibilities,

you know you see

insurance all day

but tonight you are the

world's only virgin escort

who specializes in entertainment

services over the phone.

Okay, lets play a game.

Twenty questions.

Okay. But wait, what is this for?

You are still not

over your ex right?

Just say Yes, No, Maybe,

I don't Know.

Yes, No. Maybe. I don't know.

Just answer one.

Ok. But let's make

this more interesting.

Whatever you ask me you

have to answer first yourself.

Fair enough. I am

not over my past. You?

Completely over it.

Really?

Hmm.

How can you be sure, so sure

that you are over something?

Okay. Let me tell you a story.

Fictitious, of course.

Hope it has lots of sex

All right, I am not

going to tell you the story

Why? Is it something bad or dark?

Yeah... too dark.

Well... dark sex. I like that.

Okay, I'm definitely never

going to telling you the story.

Come on, please tell me.

You can't stop now.

Okay, boy meets girl.

Boy is a rich and

pin-up politician.

- Oooh! Pin-up! -

Boy and girl have sex.

Lots of sex.

- Ah aah. Good good.

More sex than you can handle.

I don't think so but...

Listen! Would you?

- Ok.

She survived to live

another life.

The girl I was talking

about was the love of my life.

He wasn't.

I thought he was but

I know he wasn't.

I mean how do you know?

How can you know?

It's funny you know. We

live like 70 or 80 years and

we meet somebody in our

twenties and we decide that

they are the love of our lives.

And that we would

never love like that again.

At least not with that much

passion, not that much depth.

That's true though isn't it?

I guess,

...in the sense that you

don't love your Mom

the way you love your Dad...

or you don't love your flings

the way you love your soul-mates.

Each is different.

But I don't think you

can attribute the accolade

the "love of my life"

so quickly not when you have life

2/3rds of your life left to live.

I think the love of your life...

. is going to be the

woman you are sitting with...

...on your veranda with

a cup of coffee in

the sunset of your life...

and you tell her how you

almost mistook someone else

to be who she is

The love of your life.

I invested eight years of my

life in that relationship.

Are you telling me my

faith in love was misplaced?

This isn't one your

insurance policies that...

...matures after a few years

and pays you your dividends.

Cheap shot. You still

haven't told me what you do.

Legal consultant.

- Aah! I knew it.

I was just kidding.

I just completed my

thesis in Chicago...

...waiting to get my

Ph. D (doctorate)...

...and I am headed to

Mumbai for a new project.

Wow! Dr. Moira!

- No, not yet.

Not at least until

the panel makes sense...

...of my dissertation

on New Media

...and it's impact in

shaping personalities...

...and influencing

human relationships.

Okay that went over

my head obviously

I am not a Ph. D (doctorate).

Well it's just about how

New Media Technology...

...basically has made our

lives about instant fixes.

Control C, Control V,

Control x, Control Alt Delete.

We pretty much live our

lives on those principles.

System failure? Reboot.

And also New media technologies

has made it possible for us...

...to transcend beyond geographical

and physical boundaries,

...beyond zeroes and ones

and make personal connects...

...across nations,

across cultures,

...across even religions

and cultures.

Yes, sort of like

this phone call...

...we are talking across so

many miles of open space.

Yes. Sort of...

Now just imagine if I

was a robot designed...

...to respond to your

most deepest interests...

based completely on a

comprehensive behavioral study

of your personal

preferences and choices...

I would ask you first

what did I do wrong?

What's wrong?

Well. You didn't.

You just haven't found

the love of your life.

Relationships take

time to be defined.

Sometimes, even a

lifetime isn't enough...

Enough about me.

You still haven't told me

since you love yourself so much...

...what were you doing

alone on New Year's Eve?

Being with myself.

I mean its not liking I

am living in the past.

I am only remembering

only the good stuff.

I mean the bad stuff is

done with. It's buried.

Think of it this way. If you

really did everything you could...

...then you know absolutely

that it's not your fault.

It's not that easy. I

haven't been able to delete...

...her messages from my inbox.

How long has it been?

Since what?

Since you guys broke up.

Three years.

Hang on. Are you serious?

Dude, she could have

had a baby by now!

Don't say that.

God! Look at me I have so

much baggage. I have baggage.

You have to let it go.

I don't want to.

Okay, here's something

from my thesis.

The SMS inbox

reflects your mind-space...

It has every bit of

memory you want to hold on to.

The reason you have not

able to start afresh is

because you haven't

deleted messages...

You have to empty your inbox...

...in order to make

space for new memories

No. It's a part of me.

I need to keep it.

I can't just let it go.

Well, keep the good stuff.

All I am saying is let it rest.

Give it its funeral.

Forgive unconditionally.

Get over the mourning period and

just come alive and stay alive...

...instead of digging up decomposed

remains that haunt your life.

I don't want to run away.

I can't escape reality.

And the reality is

I still love her.

She was the love of my life.

Do you realize you

always keep saying

she "Was" the love of your life.

That's the point now isn't it?

The scars would remain but you

need to learn to live with them.

They are like the

sign of a warrior.

They heal over time but they

become a part of you and one day...

...someone notices and asks you

and it all comes back to you...

...the motion picture of

your life in surround sound...

The love story you

were once a part of...

...you smile because you

remember the good times...

...and you feel a little

bad that it had to end...

...and then you put the

DVD back on the shelf.

You put it back on the

shelf and you let it go.

You're crazy.

Si Amigo

So New Year's Eve is

one of your scars huh?

Well, it was until now.

From hereon, I am going to

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