Movies & More
Movies & More At age 10, my maternal uncle introduced me to the romance and razzmatazz of the world of the movies. He would buy us third-class tickets that sat us in front rows. Even in his meager budget, he would keep a provision to buy two loaves of bread, called pau, for time pass in the interval. My uncle was dirt poor but his heart was 22-carat gold and he lavished his money and affection on me. My only source of going to movies dried up once he retired. Forlorn, I hung around the cinema halls to watch posters and photos displayed outside. The most intense phase of watching movies in my life was during college days. Two inseparable friends and I watched all the movies together, spending our spare and sparse cash. Often, our cash could buy only one ticket leading to sacrifice by two others who would wait outside the cinema hall to hear the intricacy of story, song, and dance from the lucky winner. We watched movies of the unbeatabl...