As I was about to drift blissfully into a nap...the o haseena zulfowali number was being played & nap be damned..I grabbed the phone & watched the picturisation on U-tube....it jogged a lot of memories of my tryst with movies.
My love for Hindi movies dates back to my early childhood..for me the whole process was enthralling to say the least..the entire build-up for the movie outing. The excitement used to start two days in advance..the chores..the homework..all seemed worthwhile when movie watching was round the corner...As the day dawned..right from deciding what to wear from the humble wardrobe to oh God please please let us get the tickets.all that was a part of the entire package deal.
Going personally & booking the tickets in advance was a luxury as there were no volunteers to do the job...we used to reach the theatre in anticipation, eyeing dismally at the serpentine queus, keeping fingers crossed that the ticket window does not rudely shut with a housefull board before we reach it..
For me a plan B originated from here. If one was lucky to get the tickets rightaway it was fine or else we would go scouting for tickets in black as they were known as..gleefully pocketing the tickets like a mission accomplished..If not then rushing frantically to nearby theatres to try our luck was the next best option.
Sitting inside the theatre was a magical experience by itself. It was a sanctuary to escape from reality & get mesmerised by heroes, heroines, villains, songs, dances & fights.
For me it was very important to reach the theatre well in advance..right from being ushered in..going thru a dozen ads, followed by a documentary..the interval where samosas & a cold drink never tasted better.
The long walk back home was a long one, groaning over the futility of the following days until the next movie sojourn.
Right from sixteen to sixty,my love for movies still continues...it rekindles the childlike excitement which thankfully is intact to this day.
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