theatrically speaking

Now that I think of it, it's been ages since I got into a theatre to watch a movie. The last was... Black. Since a long time now, movie watching has been limited to the DVD, running for the big sofa, before hubby takes it, and stuffing myself mindlessly with junk food. Again calling out for refills, with sweet endearments to sucker hubby, who smiles or grumbles as is his mood and still gets it.

And there was a time, I was one of the first-day-first-show types. I knew all the "blackers" (touts who illegally sell the same tickets at exorbitant rates) at all the theatres in town. The moment they saw me, they would smile and come over with tickets. At times, with various friends, I have watched 4 shows back to back in a day. In the night, we would totter back, groggy eyed, grinning to ourselves.

After I met the hubby, there was hardly a movie I went for without him. It wasn't planned that way, but he conveniently came along every time. I was glad to have found someone who shared my love for eating in the theatre and ran to buy loads of food to munch on. While I sat in anticipation. I don't like to move from my seat even during intermission, unless it's to go to the loo.

I guess, this state of absence from the theatres now, could be attributed to cruel hubby thinking it's a total waste of money and time, taking me. Actually the routine was turning like this. We rush in, usually during or after the national anthem is over. Stumble and knock on sharp seat edges... I make my demands for pop corn and other delectable items. If they get over before intermission I take a quick nap till lights come on and people look around. After more food and drinks comsumed, I snooze off again. Hubby keeps poking me at intervals and keeps threatening "This is the last time. I am never getting you again!"

I open my eyes. "Yeah...? Is it over? What happened?" and go back to sleep again. I was actually getting addicted to sleeping in theatres. It's a wonderful feeling especially during long Hindi movies. The heavy stomach induced blissful state of lightheaded sleepiness in the dark. The better the theatres are getting, the higger the tickets cost, the better the food available, the more comfortable seats are, the more easily I doze off. Who can blame me? Could never take too much of a good thing.

Due to which I innocently tell everyone about not watching certain movies when asked by people and look at hubby suspiciously when he claims to have seen and enjoyed them. I hope he's not watching films with attentive and repulsed-by-food nymphets, and claiming to have gone with me where I slept and forgot all about it. Must instill in him the fear of the Divine, if nothing else. "God is watching you."

I think it's time to go for a theatre movie before I get scared of dark halls and big screens. Above all, I am really missing the food. Heard they have introduced whole meals too.