CHARLOTTE AND CHARU LATA
Unlike Fight Club, Aparichit and Bhool Bhulaiya, Charlotte, a 17-year-old beautiful girl has an equally ugly story of her own.
Always inside her cocoon, buried deep under thoughts and tears, she aspires to make it big in the field outside her home. She hates her step-mother, and makes constant attempts to seek emotional refuge by getting in and out of digital relationships like everyone else does. She is bound to do so because she is bound to her room.
For obvious reasons, she was never her step-mom’s favourite, who offered her the best of both worlds, JHOOTTHA AND JOOTA. This was evident from her size-zero physique and blushes on her cheeks. Charlotte’s father, a real estate tycoon is gulping some serious currency at the gulf for the past five years, and he loves Skype and Western Union.
She slides open her room’s French windows and stares at Charu Lata. Charu Lata is Charlotte’s immediate neighbor (or the girl across the street ), another 17-year-old happy-go-lucky girl who doesn’t realize that she is the one who inspires Charlotte to look at the brighter side of life no matter how dark it actually is.
CHARLOTTE WANTS TO BE LIKE CHARU LATA.
Charu Lata has loving parents who have sacrificed all their ego, expectations and codes, to give her a free and flexible life that she can live on her own terms.
CHARLOTTE IS JEALOUS OF CHARU LATA
Far off fields look green, so does the life of Charu Lata. Charu Lata likes Fridays, even if it is 13th, drowns herself in booze and boys on Saturdays, which Charlotte always wanted to do, but kept off by her step-mom’s heavy duty locks and punches.
CHARU LATA IS A BITCH
Charlotte is aware that Charu lata knows of her domestic agony, yet she refuses to express sympathy and concern. She is not an introvert, but she refuses to speak to Charlotte or console her.
CHARLOTTE vs CHARU LATA
Some locks are not strong enough to prevent two CHARacters from making out. Charlotte, high on desolation, wants to try a new opiate of interaction. All this while, she was kissing herself on her sticker and vermillion clad mirror. Being auto-erotic by nature, she desperately fantasizes humps from the bolster. And then they met. Charlotte looks deep into the eyes of Charu Lata. No spark and no fireworks, mute conversations and some naked poetry is all that happened. Charlotte wants to ‘have’ Charu lata! Is that why we say ‘Let’s HAVE sex‘ and not ‘Let’s do sex’? Just a thought.
But Charlotte never had a second thought, she just wanted to have Charu Lata, if not be like her. A few moments in a different avatar, gave her the pleasure of a lifetime, which her step-mom would really be jealous of. Good or bad? Did she lose her individuality? Did she lose her identity? Did she break the norms of ‘Be Yourself’?
CHARU LATA — REAL OR VIRTUAL?
This is not a scrapped draft for a feature film based on split-personality disorder.
Charu Lata is not an imaginary, virtual or ethereal being. She is a real creation, a handmade messiah by those hands who are in some real mess. Charu Lata is made by everyone, hated by everyone and idolized by everyone. We all have our Charu Latas.