Yawwwnn...its 2:00am...and a CRASH!!

It was that time of the day, rather at night, …uhhh.... very early morning, it was a time when the world was supposed to be fast asleep except for the Americans, people from other time lagging zones, people on night duty like the watchmen, doctors, nurses, etc and of course, Divya and myself.

I had a tiring day at work, on a Saturday. The whole thought of working on a Saturday itself is tiring. I came back home and wanted to watch some movie, any movie, just so that I could say to myself one of those typical Saturday lines "I watched a movie" "Hung out with friends" or "Partied all night", etc..... hope you know what I mean.

I finally decided to watch a Hindi movie called Kismat Konnection. It was about a guy whose day was filled with moments of pure bad luck....like his car not starting on time, his ATM card not working when most required, almost crashing (note the word CRASH....for future references) his car with another one....etc. Quite an eventful life. Half an hour later, Divya joined me to watch the movie. I filled her in on what she missed so far and we continued to watch the movie. One of her friends called and she got busy chatting over the phone. I lazily shifted myself from my chair and while trying to make myself comfy, I shifted my eyes away from the laptop screen. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I could see the table tilting, at a very odd angle, everything on the table looked like it was sinking before my eyes. Was this the right moment to say "My world is turning upside down?"

See, this is how my mind works and so by the time I realised that the table was collapsing or let’s say collapsed, all I could hear was a loud glass breaking CRASH. Yep, our worst fears (and sadistic wishes of some) came true, our fishbowl was shattered to more than a hundred pieces, with fish sliding/skidding/water-skiing in all directions, something that they (the FISH) would have not even imagined in their wildest dreams or possibly may be in animation movies.

Coming back to the main scene, my first concern was to save my friend's laptop from sinking into the water. I felt like Jack giving a helping hand to Rose in the Titanic. The whole scene was a mini Titanic minus the romance. Coming back to the main scene yet again, the actual victims who had reached a point in their lives (quite early I must say) where they could have been breathing their last, were flipping out (literally). Divya ran to the bathroom to fetch a bucket crying out "Fish... fish...Fish" while I tried to save the electronic stuff that almost fell into the water (ok, so I am not fond of fish as pets). The next thing I saw was Divya skidding across the hall just like her fish friends with a bucket, they were lucky she didn't land on any one of them otherwise the cat that comes to our kitchen daily at night was definitely in for a treat.

Meanwhile, the sleeping beauties, Smitha and Farha who had retired as usual before midnight, woke up and I guess all they could make out at first was Divya going crazy and skidding and me standing at a very odd angle or rather doing a split to catch hold of the laptop from falling into the water.

Anyways, Divya desperately got the fish into the bucket accompanied by dialogues like "Damn you fish, get into my hands", so with that I guess, the fish had no other choice but to flip into her hands and then be put into the bucket. Just when I thought the drama had come to an end, we realised that the sixth fish was missing. All of us started looking around for it and then I heard a scream of absolute horror from Smitha. I looked at the direction she was looking at and as the curtain moved I saw the sixth fish stuck onto the wall behind the curtain. It was a ghastly (pronounce the word with a British accent, for better effect) sight. I had confirmed that it was time to proclaim its death when suddenly it fell onto the pool of water in front of Divya and started flipping. This is when I wanted to say, "It's ALIVE!!!" just like Victor Frankenstein would have said it when he created the monster. Coming back yet again to the main scene, we all looked intently into the bucket. All the fish were absolutely still in shock and Divya had a feeling a few could die out of shock.

We all got busy cleaning up the place. The floor had water mixed with fish poop all over (don’t say “YUCK” yet). But after cleaning it up, we all realised that fish poop is really a good floor-cleaning detergent. The floor had a shine not seen for many months.

The good thing is the entire fish drama had a good ending: None of the fish died before and after trauma care (bucket). Typical Bollywood style I must say.

So Bollywood story-writers/script writers out there, this is a good chance for all of you to catch hold of an 'Original' script.