In a palatial mansion, well fortified, with guards and otherwise, there is a wall, unplastered, of single row of bricks, looking ugly and totally out of place, like a blot on a serene landscape, like a patch on an Armani suit, waiting to be razed down.
On the inside of the wall, the villain, clad in a horse-riding sort of outfit, is vigorously trying to rape a woman. The woman is crying for help, in the mansion, guarded by a number of goondas in all shapes, sizes and colours.
Tension is building. Anger is simmering. When it reaches to the helping ears, away somewhere, riding on the waves of telepathy, it starts boiling. And the helping ears rush to help.
A big bang!! A loud noise is splashed across.
And the ugly, out of place bare bricks wall is suddenly down, receiving it’s freedom, away from this palatial mansion that is phony by the standards of the existence of the wall.
Now, the helping ears are in, right on the job, righteously and earnestly, riding on the waves of emotionally charged energy.
An elephant in teens is in on rampage in the mansion, beating and throwing the goondas here and there, chasing the ‘aspiring rapist’ owner of the mansion.
He is the saviour and he is here now. The tension is reaching its crescendo. Chairs are clutched more tightly and eyes are fixated more emotively.
Though the goons are giving him a tough fight, he is outmatching them, making whirlwind rounds of the hall of the mansion, it’s rooms, even running up the stairs.
As the good Vs evil fight progresses, more and more goondas are biting dust.
Now, the boiling point of anger is right here.
And the intensity of it has sent the goondas packing, broken and aching. Desperate and running, the ‘aspiring-rapist’ reaches to his gun somehow and is now taking aim.
There is pin drop silence in the ambience. The watchers have left grazing midway.
But..but, while taking aim, the daddy goonda, the ‘aspiring-rapist’ had not seen the elephant in teens reaching right on his neck, charging towards him bringing down the pillars of the mansion in the hall, already uprooted by the sheer force of the teen elephant’s anger and waiting to be pushed only to clear the way.
The saviour is upon him now, ready to snatch the gun. And lo n behold! The gun is snatched and thrown away by the saviour. The next moment, the daddy goonda is within full grip of our teen hero. In a stylishly choreographed move, he tosses the villain up and away.
Bang again! A glass wall is smashed down and the daddy goonda is on the floor of the next hall of the palatial mansion.
Now bruised and devoid of his supporting brigade, fear of life takes over him. He sees his death in the ferocious eyes of the saviour. He makes a speedy drift to run away, to find a way out, and there he goes, saving his life from the ongoing wrath of the saviour.
The atmosphere is emotionally supercharged now.
Finding the ground cleared, now the saviour, the elephant in teens, looks back for the lady and here she is, safe and unharmed.
It releases the tension of the grazers and they are back munching while watching the emotional reunion of the caller and the called.
Tears are in their natural free flow mode. Many of the viewers in the theatre are clapping, with tearful eyes. Some of them have left even their seats in the excitement of the emotionally supercharged ambience.
The chatter, relieved and excited at the same time, is praising the saviour for his heroism and its timeliness while graduating to the next scene.
The Classic Indian Masala Cinema
Jai Ho Jai Ho
— thoughts, forced to go expressive, while watching a random movie scene —
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