Picture this...
You are jetlagged, have overslept by atleast 5 hours, are groggy eyed and in desperate need to get out into the real world. You think a dinner by the riverside and a crisp english movie (not the drawling amriki ones) would do it.
The dinner is fine if a little on the spicy side.
Now for the movie. You get your popcorn and coke, you get the tickets and walk up the stairs and you are looking forward to sinking into the inviting seat, armed with your nicest pashmina to ward off the evil aircon, dreaming of the little gamble you are up for in that bag of "mixed" popcorn, when,... they actually tell you that "food and drinks are not allowed in this cinema"?!
You nod and walk on obviously having misheard them - I mean, a movie hall which doesn't allow popcorn inside? Where exactly are we? Red meets green? But no, it is not a dream after all. They insist that you throw the "food and drinks" off or "have them before you enter the hall". You plead and you threaten but eventually, you actually throw away your popcorn, water and the coke.
You are sober now and in the eternal enthiusiam of a jetlagged dumbo, you look forward to listening to the "crisp" english. Only, you cannot hear a sentence through because the audience is laughing. Wait a minute, you want to catch the joke too? .. no they insist on laughing. A Church, someone singing and a priest who is saying...BAH! You miss it again. Whats wrong with your ears? Why dont you catch the d**n joke? A 17 year old guy is talking to a career girl after his first ever and he knows that she knew he lied about his age when he says" thanks for having me". The audience bursts out in peals of laughter.You feel like one of those dried up ones who never will find fun in life ever again. Silently you pray that someone will tell you secretly why they are laughing. You wonder if you are in a freak show. You wonder if you are watching a Korean movie which you mistook to be an english one. After the mentor tells her student of her two-year old kid who died of meningitis, a poet and his mentor stand still and watch a skylark amidst breathtaking surroundings, you hear them laugh again. You give up and just start looking around. A lot of people are munching on one thing or the other from their copious handbags (that should teach V for not buying me a huge Gucci). That's it. Your jet lag is demolished.
I woke up completely by the end of this movie. I loved the movie (its called the driving lessons, if you care to know) so will probably go buy a DVD someday.
But guess what? I found a new remedy to jet lag.
Watch an english movie in this movie hall.
Which one you ask? Come on!
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