I watched Gold yesterday. I wish I could review the movie….
I usually do not watch a night show during the week days because I have to get up early thanks to work. But yesterday, I ended up watching the night show as there was only one show in the nearby theater and the whole family had planned to go. With the trailers and the non-smoking advertisements, these night shows easily start by 10 pm.
At home, 10 pm is the time when I mercilessly switch off television, irrespective of how engaging our current Netflix show is, and tell my husband it is time to “shut down”.
This is followed by scrubbing the kitchen slabs and gas stove…
Anyway, coming back to yesterday, here I was at 10 pm daring to watch a night show along with my family. During the first half of the movie, I tried unsuccessfully to keep my eyes open. From whatever little I managed to watch, Amit Sadh looked good, and I found Mouni Roy’s character annoying.
After interval, I was completely asleep. I even had a dream which involved the movie. Now, I am even more confused as to what was part of the movie, and what was part of my dream. Hubby tried his best to keep me awake by pulling my leg every time Mouni appeared on screen – “This angry wife is just like you.” But in vain. I was too sleepy to even react to him. However, in between, I would wake up and ask him,
“Who is in the semi final?”
“Did the final match start yet?”
I sounded a lot like my grandmother who does not pay any attention to TV serials but keeps disturbing everybody else who is watching intently by asking what is going on.
By the end of the movie, blissfully asleep I had forgotten where I was. When people started getting up for the national anthem, I tried to reach my tummy to remove my seat belt, thinking I am in a flight. Then I woke up, realizing that I am in a theater. This awareness that I was not in an aircraft gave me a strange sense of satisfaction because I thought at least I don’t have to travel…
This incident reminded me of the first time I had fallen asleep in the theater as a kid. I am sure I would have fallen asleep as a baby many times but this is the first time that I could remember. It was a charity show of the movie, Maachis. My parents and sister had loved the movie and the “crowd”. Those were the days of single screen theatres and not multiplexes. Families took balcony seats. There would be whistling, screaming, dancing, clapping and what not going on in the front. But being a charity show, the tickets were very expensive. Being a small town, half of the town was present and my parents and sister had spent the time before the start of the movie in socializing with acquaintances / friends they were bumping into.
I don’t think I ever watched Maachis properly after growing up. Whenever, somebody mentions Maachis, I have a very faint memory of lots of people waiting outside the cinema hall for the movie to start. But it is a good, uplifting feeling (contrary to the serious subject of the movie).
In a recent road trip to a hill station I kept playing songs from the 90’s like Latka dikha diya tumne, Muqabla, Taal se Taal mila etc. My niece was also traveling with me and in an attempt to match up to her I had downloaded some English songs too. Since I am not up to date with anything other than Bollywood, my list started with Shape of You, and ended with Cheap Thrills. Thankfully, she had requested me to download song new songs (which I had no idea about).
I realized that our generation still knows songs from the 60’s 70’s etc but the next generation does not know any songs from the 80’s,90’s.
But why did these songs make me so happy?
Probably because of the way they make me feel…
It is the association with songs / movies that make us like them years later.
Associations. Memories. And the games our mind plays with them…
That was then. Gold for me will always be the first movie I watched after my wedding, in which I fell asleep!