Why not alone?
Everytime I tell a friend that I watched a movie the previous day in one of the 21,000 malls beside my house in Gurgaon, the first question eventually is, "with whom?" If I manage to utter the unmentionable, that I watched it by myself, he looks at me like I watched the a rakhi sawant anchored "great indian laugher show" in loop six times.
I have always failed to understand our obsession with the society. The society must approve. The society must accompany. The society must not think you are crazy. I think this spirit has made us miss one of the greatest joys of the 21st century: watching a movie by yourself. Lets evaluate it closely.
Option 1:
You want to watch a movie. You know its playing near your house. But what do you do? You try calling up every friend of yours, wondering if they would want to join you. Finally, one does. For starters, you meet in a common place. You get some lunch. Then you loiter around the mall. 2 hours wasted.
Option 1.1: Finally, its the ticket counter, where you realise that the show is almost full, and two tickets are not next to each other. Or both tickets are not available. Rather than break the solemn oath of friendship, both of you decide not to watch the movie. After this thoroughly disgusting experience, you console yourself and make a plan for another day. You get back home, wishing you had watched the movie, because it was work the next day and you wouldn't get the time to watch it again for weeks.
Option 1.2: You go to the ticket counter, and the tickets are available. Your friend, however, always eats popcorn with his movie. You didn't know that? You wait with him in the counter to buy popcorn. Nahee nahee yaar, its ok. Movies here always start late By the time you get back, Amitabh Bachchan's tragic childhood, the fulcrum of the story for the next two hours, is finished. But the friend doesn't quite catch that. He starts bothering you every ten minutes with details of why Vijay wants to prove to his mother that he can make money. Once in a while, he lets out a an embarrassing bellow of laughter and slaps his thighs. You look around, and sink lower in your seat, lest you are recognized.
Option 2:
You want to watch a movie. You walk down to the nearest mall. You catch the movie. You appreciate it thoroughly, because the movie is now an experience between you and the movie-maker. You can connect with the soul of the movie, without popcorn or coke to ruin the experience. You finish in time for dinner. You get back home, eat and sleep peacefully. Its work the next day. 3 hours. Thats all it took.
You must try it sometime: A lot of fun.
I have always failed to understand our obsession with the society. The society must approve. The society must accompany. The society must not think you are crazy. I think this spirit has made us miss one of the greatest joys of the 21st century: watching a movie by yourself. Lets evaluate it closely.
Option 1:
You want to watch a movie. You know its playing near your house. But what do you do? You try calling up every friend of yours, wondering if they would want to join you. Finally, one does. For starters, you meet in a common place. You get some lunch. Then you loiter around the mall. 2 hours wasted.
Option 1.1: Finally, its the ticket counter, where you realise that the show is almost full, and two tickets are not next to each other. Or both tickets are not available. Rather than break the solemn oath of friendship, both of you decide not to watch the movie. After this thoroughly disgusting experience, you console yourself and make a plan for another day. You get back home, wishing you had watched the movie, because it was work the next day and you wouldn't get the time to watch it again for weeks.
Option 1.2: You go to the ticket counter, and the tickets are available. Your friend, however, always eats popcorn with his movie. You didn't know that? You wait with him in the counter to buy popcorn. Nahee nahee yaar, its ok. Movies here always start late By the time you get back, Amitabh Bachchan's tragic childhood, the fulcrum of the story for the next two hours, is finished. But the friend doesn't quite catch that. He starts bothering you every ten minutes with details of why Vijay wants to prove to his mother that he can make money. Once in a while, he lets out a an embarrassing bellow of laughter and slaps his thighs. You look around, and sink lower in your seat, lest you are recognized.
Option 2:
You want to watch a movie. You walk down to the nearest mall. You catch the movie. You appreciate it thoroughly, because the movie is now an experience between you and the movie-maker. You can connect with the soul of the movie, without popcorn or coke to ruin the experience. You finish in time for dinner. You get back home, eat and sleep peacefully. Its work the next day. 3 hours. Thats all it took.
You must try it sometime: A lot of fun.
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