My friend (Swami) Vivekanand had come from
We woke up to find that it was 10 am. The time didn’t bother us. We decided to watch the movie Kites. Since all the multiplexes were sure to be booked, we decided we’d catch up with a good theatre. I called justdial and learnt that Abhinay Theatre was screening the movie at 1-30 pm. We thought matinee show would be perfect. We got ready and left home at 11. Since we were hungry, I thought I’d take him to the famous Brahmins Coffee Bar. But to our surprise, it was closed! Then I drove my bike towards the Roti Ghar on Gandhi Bazaar. While I was about to decelerate, my eyes fell on the Vidhyarthi Bhavan. I’d heard so much of this Tiffin-house, but I never got to eat at that place. So I thought let’s do it today. It was quarter past eleven. We were standing at a corner inside the crowdie hotel, gazing at people sitting there, having their break-fast. After sometime, I squinted at the clock. I discovered that it had been almost twenty minutes since we’d been waiting. Interestingly, most of the tables at the hotel were empty but people still stayed calm, waiting for the waiter to get them what they’d ordered. I thought the food must be really good, but then I saw something. The waiter was getting the Dosas-twenty at once. The plates were arranged: one above the other from his fore-arm to his sweaty-wet shoulder. He went from table to table serving the sweaty-tasty Dosa. We had no option but to eat them, as we had already ordered. Perhaps providence wanted us to taste how hard they work! Finally, we got our seats. We had the Dosa, and a plate of Sheera or Kesari- as the Bangaloreans call it. We paid the bill, and got the hell out of there. I don’t think I’ll be going there again anytime soon. Why would someone go there, to stand for half an hour to get a seat and then again half an hour to get what we’ve ordered. While standing, we keep thinking when we’d get our seat. Once we’ve seat, we keep cursing the waiter to get us our food. And once the food is served, we could see the ones standing- looking at us, their gazing eyes yelling at us finish soon you morons, we are hungry too!
We’d to stand in a queue again, to buy the tickets to the movie, an hour before the show begins. We spent our time, hopping from shop to shop, as my friend wanted to buy a good jeans pant, but ended up buying nothing as didn’t like any dress that he laid his hands on. Finally we came back to the theatre, little excited, hoping a good deal from Hrithik. The movie began at the scheduled time.
It was quarter to four, when we pushed our ass out. It felt so good. No, not with Hrithik inside, but with everything outside. We felt so relieved. Thank god it was only a 130 minute movie. Had it been a typical 180minutes movie, I doubt if we could have made it till the end. The movie was so horrible that we ended up clapping when Hrithik and Barbara Mori’s souls meet each other as merman and mermaid; we thanked them for finally ending the movie. The casting was good. The lead female actress was great (with looks ofcourse) . But her Spanish made me go nuts all the time. The music wasn’t great either. And why the hell did Hrithik had to die at the end? Boy, I don’t want to trouble you guys with my questions. The bottom line is, Hrithik has screwed his career with this movie. At least I wouldn’t watch his next movie without taking a second opinion. I hope Raavan won’t disappoint me in June.
