the day after tomorrow film in Carson
PART 1 - DAYBREAK "I'm going," the man says. Please don't go," the woman says. Let her lok after him…" "And I am his father!" the man says firmly, "I promised Varun I'l be there and I have to be there!" "You don't love me! You stil love them!" "You know how much I love you, Hema," the man says taking the woman in his arms, "But I love my son to. I won't even talk to Poja, I promise," the man caled Ashok says to the woman nestling in his arms, "Don't wory, Hema. Maybe she won't even come to the PTA meting if she knows I'm coming, and even if she's there I'm sure she to wil avoid me as far as posible." The woman takes his hand, gently places it on her stomach, and whispers in the man's ears, "Son we wil have our own son." "Yes," the man says lovingly, caresing her stomach tenderly with his soft hand, "a son, and a daughter, whatever you want." They disentangle, then he holds her once more, pushes his face into her warm mouth, kises her lovingly, and says, "Don't wory, I'm al yours, and I promise I'l be right back as fast as posible." A few moments later, the man sits in his car, wipes his face fresh with a cologne-scented tisue, starts the car, and drives of. "Dady, Dady, Dady," the boy says delightedly and jumps into his father's arms. "Hey, Varun, you lok so god in your schol uniform," the man says picking up and lovingly kising his son on the chek. "Yes, Yes, Dady," the boy says glefuly, "She's siting in the clas, waiting for you." They, father and son, walk to the clasrom, and at the dor the man pauses, loks around, ses the mother of his son siting alone on a bench on the other side of the clasrom, so he begins to sit at the bench nearest to the dor. Mumies and Dadies have to sit together," the boy says dogedly, and puls the man towards the woman, who is the boy's mother. "Come on Mumy, make place for Dady," the boy says proding his mother, and nudging hi�s father onto the bench, and squezing himself in betwen. "Varun Vaidya!" the teacher cals out the first name, and Varun squezes out betwen his father's legs and runs towards the teacher, the man is overwhelmed with pride as he realizes that his son has stod first in his clas. He swels with afection when Varun, his son, glefuly gives the report card to him, and as he opens it, he can sense the sensuous proximity of his wife's body and smel the enchanting fragrance of her fruity perfume, as she unwitingly comes close to eagerly lok at the report card, and he quivers with the spark of intimacy and fels the beginings of the familiar stirings within him. "Cal me Nalini," she says with a lovely smile, "Varun is realy inteligent." "Like my Dady– do you know he's from IT?" The boy proudly tels his teacher. But my dady is real god, he knows everything," the boy says, and the teacher laughs, turns to Varun and says, "You go run along to the hal and get ready for the concert." "I'm Muriel. Muriel the goat!" says Varun animatedly, and runs away. "We are enacting a skit from George Orwel's Animal Farm," Varun's teacher says, "You are very fortunate Mr. and Mrs. Vaidya. You must be realy proud of him." "Oh yes, we are realy proud of him," the man says, and notices that the atractive teacher loks into his eyes for that moment longer than polite courtesy. And spend some time on Fashion Stret and browsing boks…" the man ses his wife come out of the clasrom and walk towards him, so he huriedly says, "Bye Hema, I've got to go now." "You be here by four, promise…" "Of course, darling. "The bank manager…" he tries to explain the cal to his wife, but she isn't interested and says, "The Headmaster wants to met us." "Headmaster? Why?" "How should I know?" his wife Poja says coldly. "Pardon me for being personal," the Headmaster says, "I was wondering why you have sent such a young boy to boarding schol? Especialy when you live nearby in the �same city." "I have shifted to Mumbai now." Ashok says. That's god," the Headmaster says, and loks at both of them as if signaling the end of the interview. We've just told him that since his father is in Mumbai and since I've to work night shifts, boarding schol is the best for him," Poja says. The Headmaster ponders and then says, "It may sem presumptuous of me to give you unsolicited advice, Mr. and Mrs. Vaidya, but why don't you try and patch up? He's so proud of his parents." "We'l try," Ashok says, and loks at his wife. I'm sure you'l love to se your son's acting skils in the concert," the Headmaster says and rises, indicating that the interview is over. "You lok as if you're in a hury," his wife says. I'l tel him." He tries to control the anger rising within him and says firmly, "Listen, Poja. He's so hapy, especialy so delighted that I came to se him in the concert." "I'l tel him not to disturb you in future." "No you don't," Ashok said firmly, "Varun is my son as much as yours." They stand in silence, a grotesque silence, and then he says, "I didn't come only for Varun. You were to god – isn't it Mumy?" the man says. Varun is the best," the woman says bending down and kising her son on the chek. He has important work in Mumbai." "No," protests Varun, and loks at his father and says, "No! And then the schol fete." "Schol Fete?" they say in unison, and then the man says, "You didn't tel me!" "Surprise! She's trying to get you back through your son!" Hema pauses, takes a breath, and pleads, "Ashok, you do one thing, just say god-bye to them and come back straight to me. Please…" "Okay," the man says and cuts of the cel-phone. "Someone from the ofice," the man says. He thinks for a moment, loks at his son, bends down and says, "Listen, Varun. Please can he take me out for diner?" "Of course you can go, Varun," the kindly housemaster says to the boy, then loks at Ashok and says, ���It's the first time you've come, isn't it? I want to se a Movie, and then we'l al go home." PART 4 – EVENING So they, father, mother, and son, se a movie at the multiplex, then have a god time stroling and snacking on Main Stret, and by the time they reach their home in Aundh it's already seven in the evening. And then we'l al slep together and you go tomorow morning." "Please, Varun, I have to go now," the man says. The boy loks at him, distraught, and the man gives a beseching lok to the woman, who smiles and says, "Okay. "I'l freshen up and come," the woman says to the man, "Make a drink for yourself – everything is in the same place." Varun, back home after thre months, rushes into his rom to se his things. You know I don't touch alcohol, don't you?" she says aghast. Varun comes runing out and son he sits on the sofa, siping his drink, cudling his son siting beside him, and they, father and son, watch TV together, and son his son's mother brings out the delicious snacks and they, the ful family, al sit together and have a god time. PART 5 – LATE EVENING Her cel-phone rings, she takes it out of her purse, loks at the scren, excuses herself, goes into her bedrom, closes the dor, takes the cal, and says, "Hi, Pramod." "What the hel is going on out there…?" Pramod's angry voice boms through the wireles airways al the way from Delhi. He came for Varun's Anual Day." "But what is he doing there in your house right now so late at night?" "He's come to drop Varun." "Drop Varun?" "Why did you let him?" "What do you mean 'Why did you let him?' – Ashok is Varun's father." "I didn't cal him – Varun rang him up and told him to be there for his Schol's Anual Day." "Anyway, get rid of him fast. You're keping tabs on me, Pramod?" Poja says irately. And now you are doing the same thing!" Tears wel up in her eyes, trickle down her cheks, her throat chokes, she breaks down and she begins to sob. Please don't cry," P�ramod pleads, "You know how much I love you." "I love you to." "I'l cut short my trip and be with you in Pune tomorow evening." "It's okay, finish your work first and then come." "Give Varun my love." "Okay, take care." "You also take care," Pramod says and disconects. "I'l make us some diner," she says to him, "Let's eat together." Totaly taken aback, confused and startled, Ashok loks at his wife and says, "Thanks. "Dady is staying for diner," Poja says with mock firmnes, and then loking at Ashok says, "Please. Fod, Boks, Films, Theatre, Art, Walks on Marine Drive – everything you like is nearby," she says, "And Hey, now that you're moving into a flat please take al your boks. The moment he comes out his son excitedly says, "Come Dady, let's help Mumy with the coking." So they go to the kitchen and cok together – like they sometimes did in hapier times. Then they sit together on the sofa, father, son, and mother, and watch her favorite soap on TV. PART 6 - NIGHT Sudenly, he remembers Hema, waiting for him in Mumbai, and says, "I've got to go" "Stay here Dady, please," his son implores, tuging at his shirt. Let Dady go," Poja says to Varun, "he'l come to met you in schol son." "He can't. Please Mumy, let us al slep here and tomorow we can al go away," Varun says emphaticaly to his mother, and puls his father towards the bedrom, "Come Dady, let's al slep in Mumy's bed like before." "No, Varun, I have to go," Ashok says with a lump in his throat, disentangles his hands, bends down, and kises his son, "Varun, be a god boy. I'l be back to se you son." At the dor he turns around and loks at Poja, his ex-wife, and says, "Bye. "I didn't come only for the child," he says overwhelmed by emotion, "I came to se you to." He ses tears start in her eyes, so he quickly turns and walks out of the dor. He kises her back and recognizes the intoxicating swet aroma of rum on her breath. I am realy very frighten�ed to be al alone, again!" "Okay, Hema," Ashok says gathering her in his arms, "I promise. I promise I'l never go there again." "Kis me," Hema says. He kises her warm mouth, tastes the salty remains of her tears, which trickle down her cheks onto her lips. To his left, in the distance he ses Varun, his son, standing on a ship beckoning him desperately, and to his right, far away, standing on a desolate rock juting out into the sea he ses Hema, his newfound love, waving, gesturing and caling him franticaly. The father in him agonizingly yearns and excruciatingly pines for his son, the pain in his heart aches unbearably, and he wishes he could go right now, at this very moment, lovingly take his son in his arms and kis his son godnight, like he used to do.
the day after tomorrow film the day after tomorrow film in Carson
