When i went to see Gangs of Wasseypur
When i went to see Gangs of Wasseypur different from Gangs of Gharialpur there were different people waiting under the pull. THe visit to the theatre thrown open to people with rotating bums was accomplished with a Turkman Gate Turnaround i had captured and soon after this i stepped into a theatre with Dolby Sound. Once ticket was procured with fewer people in the vicinity i presumed the theatre would be showing the gangs and the goons with no signs of adversity. AS i write about this theatre visit it becomes prudent to revisit the entire day when i was home away. The morning had turned to afternoon and i was clueless on which theatre to visit and the fare on which i could preserve. THe one with plain outfits were roaming freely to free themselves from bonds that tied them and i could least take interest in their wallet sum. As i boarded the DTC bus that denoted the different mindset the bus had to eventually turn left to drop me at a place of metro heft.
Once inside the metro coach which i boarded after skipping all those who had decided to be turncoat, the ride took me to a place near university which has universal acclaim to certainty. Here meals coming for 35rs was tried with no success on getting the soda drink that gets me fired. After few minutes of wait and wiping the forehead sweat i preferred to have soda drink at a place where residents wink. THe metro was tried again and i reached a place near Kashmere Gate. Here the soda from Royal blue shop was consumed with enough dose of concentration and post consumption i headed for a rickshaw that could take me to a single screen theatre that was still in fashion. As the gates were locked for ticket counter to be accessed i decided to pay for lasssi cess. The thick lassi with thick froth fuelled the debate on the necessity of having the same when despite the searing heat you could have skipped and still retained the fame. It led to a consternation down the belly and belging that helped to bring down the acidicity tally. The waiting period was Interspersed with visits to a bank and a bookseller. To make a call i went to a bookseller who hailed from Kolkata and his better frame of mind showed the enterprising nature of his original adda.
When the ticket was finally procured for a sum of 100rs, it was time to figure out those who had come to see the movie and the spreading grease. Most happenned to be reconciled to the idea that there are fewer single screen theatres in the national capital and their earnings endear them to enter such halls where one with ease blurt. WE had to ascend the stairs to reach the floor where the entry to the hall was marked. Here in semi circle surroundings some sofas were placed whose occupiers were in more than semi conscious state. Some were munching popcorn and some were sitting in a posture as if in a lawn. Probably Amber was the restaurant which invited dignified entities to dilligently empty their wallet for samosas, cake and sandwich, all coming between 10 and 30rs. As the bell was rung, all stood in queue suggesting the movie flavour was enough to act as a glue. INside the hall the movie probably had 16 to 18 reels and enough profanities thrown in to get the requisite wheels. THe fare was good and goads one to see at least once as it demysitifies the aura of invincibility by lapping the teri keh ke loonga (will tell you to tear you) credibility. THe 16 to 18 reels wonder spoke loud about goons and their thunder; the torential bodily relief that some secure every calendar. In the second half the ac had refused to shine, probably to do with power outage, and some behind us found it convenient to put their legs on chairs that had no occupants to share. THe chairs and the theatre have been built and preserved with effort, why make an attempt to denude them.
As i came out i was reminded of the hope i shared with someone that rains would lash the area and roundabouts. Though the rains never came that evening i am still hoping shower would come. Once it comes in a quantum it would illustrate the wishes we have for the nation state in a sizeable sum. Failing rains shake our faith and showcase the paperpowers acting as goonshowers that enter other private colony gate. Rains won't fail is our hope and a structure being pulled down to raise a new one should be done hurting none. Rains would come is the bet we like to place and this is the renewed 24x7 craze.
When i went to see Gangs of Wasseypur different from Gangs of Gharialpur there were different people waiting under the pull. THe visit to the theatre thrown open to people with rotating bums was accomplished with a Turkman Gate Turnaround i had captured and soon after this i stepped into a theatre with Dolby Sound. Once ticket was procured with fewer people in the vicinity i presumed the theatre would be showing the gangs and the goons with no signs of adversity. AS i write about this theatre visit it becomes prudent to revisit the entire day when i was home away. The morning had turned to afternoon and i was clueless on which theatre to visit and the fare on which i could preserve. THe one with plain outfits were roaming freely to free themselves from bonds that tied them and i could least take interest in their wallet sum. As i boarded the DTC bus that denoted the different mindset the bus had to eventually turn left to drop me at a place of metro heft.
Once inside the metro coach which i boarded after skipping all those who had decided to be turncoat, the ride took me to a place near university which has universal acclaim to certainty. Here meals coming for 35rs was tried with no success on getting the soda drink that gets me fired. After few minutes of wait and wiping the forehead sweat i preferred to have soda drink at a place where residents wink. THe metro was tried again and i reached a place near Kashmere Gate. Here the soda from Royal blue shop was consumed with enough dose of concentration and post consumption i headed for a rickshaw that could take me to a single screen theatre that was still in fashion. As the gates were locked for ticket counter to be accessed i decided to pay for lasssi cess. The thick lassi with thick froth fuelled the debate on the necessity of having the same when despite the searing heat you could have skipped and still retained the fame. It led to a consternation down the belly and belging that helped to bring down the acidicity tally. The waiting period was Interspersed with visits to a bank and a bookseller. To make a call i went to a bookseller who hailed from Kolkata and his better frame of mind showed the enterprising nature of his original adda.
When the ticket was finally procured for a sum of 100rs, it was time to figure out those who had come to see the movie and the spreading grease. Most happenned to be reconciled to the idea that there are fewer single screen theatres in the national capital and their earnings endear them to enter such halls where one with ease blurt. WE had to ascend the stairs to reach the floor where the entry to the hall was marked. Here in semi circle surroundings some sofas were placed whose occupiers were in more than semi conscious state. Some were munching popcorn and some were sitting in a posture as if in a lawn. Probably Amber was the restaurant which invited dignified entities to dilligently empty their wallet for samosas, cake and sandwich, all coming between 10 and 30rs. As the bell was rung, all stood in queue suggesting the movie flavour was enough to act as a glue. INside the hall the movie probably had 16 to 18 reels and enough profanities thrown in to get the requisite wheels. THe fare was good and goads one to see at least once as it demysitifies the aura of invincibility by lapping the teri keh ke loonga (will tell you to tear you) credibility. THe 16 to 18 reels wonder spoke loud about goons and their thunder; the torential bodily relief that some secure every calendar. In the second half the ac had refused to shine, probably to do with power outage, and some behind us found it convenient to put their legs on chairs that had no occupants to share. THe chairs and the theatre have been built and preserved with effort, why make an attempt to denude them.
As i came out i was reminded of the hope i shared with someone that rains would lash the area and roundabouts. Though the rains never came that evening i am still hoping shower would come. Once it comes in a quantum it would illustrate the wishes we have for the nation state in a sizeable sum. Failing rains shake our faith and showcase the paperpowers acting as goonshowers that enter other private colony gate. Rains won't fail is our hope and a structure being pulled down to raise a new one should be done hurting none. Rains would come is the bet we like to place and this is the renewed 24x7 craze.
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