Tuesday, June 12, 2007

First Day First Show

Sreekumar was peddling tickets for ‘Sivaji’ and for a moment I was tempted. I wanted to break out of this stupor, and perhaps diving into the first day-first show melee could have done the trick. Doing something stupid just for the heck of it is supposed to improve creativite impulses.

Sadly, wiser counsel prevailed and I didn’t take up the offer. I am too lazy to sit through the ear-bursting, eye-popping, nerve-racking Rajni Routine for 3 hours. If I was 11 years old, I would have loved every bit of it.

I have watched only one movie on the first day-first show. ‘All About Woman’ is exactly what you think it is about. In my defence I must say that I was young, impressionable and probably, overloaded with hormones. Which, perhaps, explains this drastic decline in cinematic taste – from Bergman to English dubbed Hindi soft porn. (I read that Paul Schrader also spent time watching porn flicks. But then, he went ahead and wrote ‘Taxi Driver’, while I did zilch.) I ‘learned’ more about a woman’s body but not her mind, which turned out to be the real thing. Damn.

Anyway, to cut a lamba story chotta, I lost my specs, one chappal and two shirt buttons during the stampede towards the counter. Afterwards, I took an oath never to repeat the experience. Ever.

1 comment:

Meenakshi said...

honest....i enjoyed reading it...

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