Oct 08, 2004 03:03 PM
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(Updated Oct 08, 2004 03:03 PM)
While I enjoy movies, even the lousy stuff being churned out today, I started enjoting them more with the advent of the plethora of multiplexes sprouting in Calcutta.
The places were clean, the clientele were slightly better than the seeteewallahs that throng normal cinema halls (except for the mannerless people who insist on yacking away on their cell phones even at restuarants and Inoxes). The food available to tuck into while watching inane cacophonies and gyrations of the average Hindi movie became rather a treat.
True, the movies are priced abnormally, the food even pricier. But, what the heck! If you want to enjoy yourself, may as well splurge once in a while.
Recently, like most of these joints founded by new-found-money 30+ year olds, they have attempted to spruce up SECURITY at these complexes. As a result, you cant carry your cigarettes into the hall. They ACTUALLY frisk you and search ladies' handbags before letting you in.
And Pan masala is a big no-no. What I cant understand is that spitters and seat tearers will do it anyway, whether they are eating the red coloured suparis or not. No one in his right mind is going to do it...........(needless to add, most of these owners are pan masala and zarda chewers themselves). Agreed, zarda chewers will be inclined to spit, but I am sure they have the wherewithall to spit somewhere more amenable to recieving red liquid than the theatre itself.
Curiously, drinks are allowed and messy food including buttered popcorn, chewing gum, soggy patties and MAYONNAISE sandwiches are more than welcome by these new school-oriented rules that have been enforced. And all the leftovers invariably end up under the seats. So much for cleanliness!
An Indian is generally too meek to object to such indignities, used to being a patsy at the hands of any and everyone. And the ambience of an Inox generally fills the client with awe, since its well decked up and pricey. The owners of joints like these are typically ''babus'' and dont have the slightest inkling about modern management. So they devise rules as whimsically as , presumably, they treat their employees. I know that the home of one of these Inox owners is like a pig sty, whereas the other has terrific body odour.
Next, we'll have rules disallowing people wearing clothes to enter the Inox in case they stink.
Do I wanna stay away from that Inox or do I wanna stay away. I thought I'd left school far behind, but it appears the dinky owners are still smarting from the spankings they recieved and are now trying to foist the same rules on the patsies that care to visit their premises. Every dog has his day, they say.
