So there was Laila-Majnu, Heer-Ranjha, Romeo-Juliet, John‘n’Yoko... and, till a couple of days ago, Fiza-Chand. But there was something not all right with the whole middle-aged love tale that we woke up to one fine day right from the start: the fact that these star-crossed lovers were middle-aged and were looking for something more than to just coo in their nests and madly look into each other’s eyes.
In any case, when there is confusion about whether a couple elopes or one kidnaps the other, the signs can’t have been that good. While the bright sparks always wondered about Paris (the bloke before Romeo in Juliet’s life) or about Cynthia (the gal in Lennon’s life before ‘Oh no!’ Ono avant-garded her way in), we didn’t much think about Seema, the first wife of the now missing ex-deputy Haryana CM-turned-ex-beau.
The pain that the dumped Fiza feels is palpable in every married and unmarried heart. Who can remain unmoved by Fiza’s anguished cry, “Am I a vegetable, cold drink or lassi that he said so?” she said reacting to that rotten Chand’s remark that she was nothing but a “badhiya cheez” (damn good thing).
If such an exploding heart — that already reportedly faced peril when Fiza ‘accidentally’ downed a bottle of pills — can be saved, only one thing is an option: a film based on this comi-tragedy, told from the girl’s side, of course. Danny Boyle, you feeling lucky again?