EK CUP CHAI

All through my school and college, it was pretty exciting to go to a movie, carry snacks in your bags to eat, or may be if you are loaded, buy some from the stalls located inside (which generally seem to be over-priced and under-tasty), yap-yap with your friends in the hall, and come back home with the feeling that “I have achieved something.” But currently that sort of a feeling seems to be a thing of the past for the movie lovers, it is more of luring them into buying unwanted stuff at the malls and the snack counter, squeeze out unreasonably for the movie tickets, and finally the car parking. Every time I go into these multiplex theatres after shelling out a hefty amount for the tickets, I feel I might have been a terrorist in the past with my bags being frisked away, my purse scrutinized minutely, and the scanner running apart from the hands all over my body.

There are times I believe I should have done something really bad to undergo all the humiliation (yes, I know I can avoid this by not going to the movies but the movies beckon me, I cant help but see Sam Worthington or our own Khan kingsize). Tired by all this exercise, when I long for a cup of coffee, I empty my purse to buy a tub of popcorn and two glasses of coke, watch King Khan and his high emotionalism, shed some tears, finish my tub of popcorn, down myself on coke, and come out exhausted with the whole exercise of coming down through the narrow stairs (I haven’t figured out the fact as why we are given a red carpet treatment on the way to the movie and a backdoor exit on our way out), try to find my vehicle, honk, honk and take a full day rest the next day to boost my energy levels.

In spite of all this, I am ready for my next movie a week later