I have this sudden urge to watch horror movies now and again. As a result of this recurrent phase, I rented 13-B yesterday. It wasn’t too engaging, but provided a good watch all thanks to Madhavan.
I have been his admirer right from the ‘sea-hawks’ days. Sigh! Those were the days! In fact, at one point of time, I had even made elaborate plans to meet up with him and get ‘acquainted’ err like dating him and all. Those weren’t the days when you keenly followed celebrity gossip on magazines or tv. There was only the good old DD to provide news and I never bothered with the news part. So, I helplessly fell in n out of love with every single good-looking guy appearing on national television not knowing whom they were linked to or married or even how many kids they had!
Ok, coming back to the point, 13-B, even though it wasn’t too successful in scaring the wits out of me did bring back many sweet old memories.
The story goes back to when I started sleeping alone in a room and every single thing used to frighten me. I felt I was a brave little girl to have undertaken the dignified task of sleeping alone but it was actually coz my brother refused to share a room with me any more. He said I ‘talked’ to him while he was busy reading comics and that ‘disturbed’ him! Fine with me! I was no coward. I could manage on my own. Hmmf!
So, I would take all necessary precautions like repeating my prayers about 10 times to ward off Satan’s army, keeping the available pillows in all possible arrangements so that demons had no access to me and closing my eyes tight so that Satan would feel guilty about disturbing an innocent sleeping child and many more.
Some days I would accompany bro to watch horror serials or movies on television and those were the worst. I would have to hop from room to room switching on the lights so that none of the places I was to walk remained de-illuminated. A dark room meant sure prey to devils! And on those days, I was particular not to have any limb or head protruding out of the bed. There would be demons below the bed to devour you and they seek blood only when they see the protruding limbs. Also, you had to make sure the fan speed was regulated appropriately so as to not allow the curtains to fly too high. The demons waiting on the other side of the window would come in when they saw the room was inhabited you see. It all made a lot of sense then!
To make things worse, bro who witnessed all my precautionary measures would borrow ‘The Dracula’ from the library. I still remember the cover page of that book. It had a scary Dracula portrait. Same with the Frankenstein novel! He would come in the dead of the night, long after I was comfortably settled in my protected territory, and wave the book in front of me after poking me awake. I would be as good as dead and paralyzed even to scream. He got his momentary pleasure from the malicious deed and left me to reconstruct my fort for protection against such human evil as well.
After a few years, I decided enough was enough. There was no point being scared over such err silly things. So I trained myself well by watching horror movies at night regularly and going back to my room in the dark. The first few days were really testy. But I somehow stood the test and emerged victorious. Yipee! Finally I didn’t have to resort to pillow forts or light bulbs. I was a tigress 8). I had fought my fear! That felt really great. There was no longer the hiding under blankets even in the summers and sweating it out. No more of listening to hushed footsteps in the silence. They were things of the past.
But I have to confess. Yesterday after watching 13 B which wasn’t a scary movie, I made my pillow fort. I checked under the bed for limb attacking demons. I looked out for hands making shapes when the curtain flew. And I closed my eyes tight shut to ward off evil. Trust me, I was just reliving old days. Wasn’t scared at all! Honest! :D
Kai po che!
3 years ago
