That was all Granddad managed to say when I told him the movie had cost 350 INR per head. Popcorn, drinks and transport separate. This was last month,when we had gone to watch three witches unleash their magic on the silver screen. In a plush South Delhi theatre with a hundred other patrons alongside, that is indeed the sum you will have to dish out for a show. Insane? You bet. Especially when I have gotten used to the nice 80-a-flick at E Square, Pune. And in case you were turning up your noses in dreaded anticipation, that multiplex isn’t half bad.
Anyhow, the point is that amidst such drudgery, when you find tickets for 75 apiece, you gape. You plan weeks in advance for that charmed Thursday when PVR Saket gives away ‘Any Movie, Any Show’ tickets for 75 – about the price of a single scoop Baskin Robbins, last time I checked.
I did precisely that. I planned schedules in a way that would ensure Mom and I got to watch a movie together before I left for Pune. Notwithstanding the fact that nothing too exciting seemed to be playing, we decided to reach as early as possible and get us seats. They haven’t opened up these dirt-cheap armchairs for online booking.
Mom and I sifted through the humdrum choices. The ones we couldn’t be caught dead watching / The ones we could endure provided the brownie was nice / The ones we would ask for first. Considering it was a Thursday, the office crowd would be safely away. The just-out-of-school crowd would probably be browsing college websites. We had it all neatly planned.
“Now You See Me?” I asked happily. I had received several recommendations for this one.
“How about Yamla Pagla Deewana?” retorted the girl behind the counter, pointing to an over-coloured poster of the film, with the Deols in all their glory.
I gulped as I stared at the availability screen. EVERY show was sold out but the one the girl had told me about. That too at 11 in the night.
Mom looked dismayed. I matched her expression as we watched a group of children dance to the tunes of Battameez Dil. They were soon joined by Mummy, Daddy, Aunty and Neighbour. Even as we looked, the alleyways of PVR Saket flooded with people from all over the city. Drat it. For all my meticulous plans, we had overlooked the summer vacationing crowd.
Mom and I escaped the heat in a Mac Donald’s outlet. Thank God you can still manage a burger-meal for 75.