I am livid. Price of three tickets for a late night show – Rs. 540. Cost of two pop corns – Rs. 140. Price of a soup and rice ordered to our seat – rs. 220. Total cost of movie value – rs. 900. not including opportunity cost of sleeping/ watching other movie/ reading… etc.
The returns – absolutely ugly. Movie in question – ajab prem ki gajab kahani. What a yar(w)n. The old lot of directors should just retire. Old jokes, ugly locations, bad camera work, jumpy editing, horrible acting, clichéd dialogues, crotch crushing, electrocuting, bumpkin behaving…. This movie had it all.
I was telling Jasmine that at my age (34) I am not going for any bollies (bollywood movies) directed by anyone older than myself.
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Its that time of the year again. People clamouring for admissions to Jispa’s school. Since we are amongst the elite (lottery winners) who already have admission we get into consulting mode on how to crack the lottery. Which numbers to buy and which to avoid. Which shop must you buy the lottery from, which time of the day we bought it etc etc… they have a session where a question is asked of the parents, the answer to which they pen down. I was on high alert these two days. I warned my wife against telling anyone that I helped some close ones in answering these forms. The stress that is built up is amazing. I can’t handle this anymore. The pressure on choosing the right lottery ticket to buy is amazing. One would need to conjure up all the luck in the world every single time.
It was good that we had no clue it was such a big deal when we had to go through it. We went through it like a breeze. Not knowing the implications of rejection is the best defence against rejection itself. Fun is so important an attribute for success.
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