The other day, my friend asked me go to a movie with him. I have already seen that movie. It’s not the kind of movie you would watch again. Who am I kidding…? Not even once. So there he goes, dragging me all the way to the theatre. The theatre was flooded by movie goers, still in high hopes fooled by the trailer. I said, “There’s no way we could get tickets today” He said, “Don’t be so negative. We are so watching this movie today” “Saar buy some popcorn… Its only 10 rs a packet” “Here we stand with no tickets, you want us to buy popcorn” I said. My friend, “Don’t take it out on him. We will get the tickets somehow, so buy the popcorn” “Get the tickets first, I will buy popcorn later”
In another 10 minutes the counter was closed. I was happy, I’m gonna go home and get some sleep. All the disappointed people cleared the counters. Ah, this is lot better than the faces I saw after the movie. These people dont realize how lucky they are than those who bought the tickets. I said, “Let’s go home man, the suns trying to suck out my brain… Poor thing, how would it know? My boss ate that for lunch yesterday.” But he gave me that face, you know, somebody invites you a birthday party, everyone else gets a piece of the birthday cake and you dint. He gave me that face. Alright I’ll get two black tickets, I said to myself.
It’s easy to spot them. It really baffles me; you could easily pick them out in a bunch of hundred people. I was surprised at the price he demanded. Ticket costs only 90 and he wanted 150. I’m not paying that for much for this movie. My friend, “Come on yaar, don’t make a scene. Pay him already. Let’s go inside” I hadno choice. I don’t know where the popcorn guy came from; he was back at it again. I was nettled. “How much is the popcorn really? 2 rs and your selling it for 10 rs eh?” My friend had to drag me to the queue where people were waiting to get inside.
We were waiting in the queue, another five minutes had passed. Here comes the popcorn man again. This time with a low voice, “Saar… You said you would buy popcorn if you had the tickets…” I was kind of sorry for him now but that’s not gonna make me buy that popcorn. “Sorry yaar. I don’t have any change.” He left without saying a word. We were nearing the entrance. My friend got a call. He face changed. First time I saw him smile today. He said, “Dude Ashanka wants to see me. I have to go man…” “You can’t leave me like this dumbo.” “Please understand, she’s my girl friend. I have to go…” I was confused, what hell just happened.
The guy standing behind me, pushed me in. I entered the theatre and started looking for my seat. I was cursing my self for spending 300 bucks for a worthless movie which I have watched already. I found my seat. Holy Bijeesus, a cute girl in a white whatever you call it and dark jeans was in the next seat. I took my seat. I was giving thumps up looking at the dark ceiling. Okay I was thanking God. I was like, talk to her, talk to her come on. I was nervous; this is the first time I’m in a situation like this. Then a crazy thought came over my mind. Is she with her boy friend? I leaned and looked at the person sitting next to her. Oh yeah, it was another girl. I think they were friends.
I gave another thumps up and started preparing myself. “Hi… My name is anand” No… Its too obvious. It has to be something spontaneous. What am I suppose to talk about? About this movie? No, girls don’t like people who talk bad about things and there’s nothing good in this movie to talk about. Come on it’s a theatre, you are watching a movie… think ! think! Be spontaneous. Hey if you don’t talk to her in next five minutes, you won’t talk to her ever… My heart was beating fast. My forehead was drenched in sweat. I wiped my forehead. How hard could it be, come on. Be spontaneous. I mustered up some courage and said, “Would you like to have some popcorn…?”
Oh-My-God…Why on earth did I say that? I don’t have any popcorn. Everything happened outside, ran across my mind in nano seconds. I turned face to the other side in a jiffy. I was looking at the dark ceiling, “Why?”