CHANDNI (looking wistfully out the window of a train rushing towards Bombay)
SASSY GAY FRIEND (POSSIBLY ABHISHEK AS HIS ALTER EGO IN DOSTANA)
Prances down the aisle of the moving train wearing a conductor's cap and punctuating his statements with his hole punch
What are you doing? What, what, what are you doing?
Rohit...Rohit broke up with me! He says he hates me! So I'm running away from my memories to the big city.
Rohit? Rohit. You're leaving your life behind...for Rohit.
The man who introduced himself by grabbing your wrist and not letting go even when you squirmed.
SGF (interrupting again)
The man who thinks it's charming to wallpaper his room with your photos.
SGF (having none of it)
The man whose family thinks you're scum and implies you're a common whore.
But he's not....
The man who can't even step out of a helicopter without ending up paralyzed?
SGF (getting worked up)
I mean seriously, Chands, he spends how much on a helicopter—and rose petals? Without even asking if you're allergic, I might add—and he doesn't even practice his dismount?
Actually, his mounting isn't so good either.
Feigns shock, swats at Chandni's arm
You big slut! GOOD FOR YOU! I knew that trip to Switzerland was just a pretext! What a Matterhorndog. Well, you're better off without him. Nobody pulls that "I'm too noble to tie you to my life of suffering" shit on my watch.
Flops down on the seat next to Chandni.
Scoot over, slut. Look, I brought the new Filmfare.
Nestles against Chandni's shoulder and flips though magazine pages
Sweet Fearless Nadia, what did Priyanka do to her face this time?
Flash forward four months to Chandni's wedding to Lalit, an attractive but sad older man who dresses in suits and runs his own successful business. SGF bursts into the room resplendent in nearly-bridal red finery, complete with nose ring, elbowing the groom's mother out of the way and knocking over the pandit.
Chands! I thought we went over this. What are you doing? What, what, what are you doing?
CHANDNI (looking surprised)
But I thought you said....
No, Chandni. You're not listening.
Sweetie, listen, I know he's a dreamboat and never physically harms you but it's appropriate that the man runs a travel agency because he's packing a lot of baggage, amirite? You do not want to marry someone who's in love with someone else, even if she's dead. Hell, especially if she's dead. Ghosts never have bad hair days or stay in bed eating bonbons watching Ekta Kapoor shows.
To audience, pulling Chandni's pallu over his own head
Ugh! And don't get me started on his mommy issues.
CHANDNI (still surprised)
But he's nice to me. He gave me a job.
So we marry him? Marry him? What is this, Bimal Roy?
But Rohit rejected me!
SGF (rolls eyes)
So what? God, be single for a nanosecond.
CHANDNI (looking confusedly at Lalit)
He is a little mopey....
Damn right he is. Come on, Madhuri, aaja nachle your ass outta here.
They rise and skip out of the room
I tell you what. We'll go home, put on your favorite chiffon saris, sing a sad song in the rain, and then eat a mountain of jalebis. Before you know it, you'll meet somebody new who doesn't set off your daddy issues.
Cut to a mountainside, where Chandni and Sassy Gay Friend do a complicated side-by-side dance routine
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