My Life, A Cocktail

It’s not a movie that people would flock to watch. No, it has no glitz, no glamour. It is possibly the kind of movie you pick up, when you’ve roamed the aisles of the video shop for too long, and are angry and frustrated with the illusion of too much choice. You don’t want to return empty handed after having spent so long, so you just pick up ‘some’ damn movie. The movie times back to the early 19th century and is about this man who waits for the girl he loves. No big deal, huh? Well, he falls in love in his twenties, and waits till about the time he is 70 years old, he waits for her husband to die to be with her again. Come on, no one can be that stupid, isn’t it a plain waste of one’s life, you may want to ask. Yes, it seemed stupid at first to me too. And then from that secret corner of my brain, a thought long thought about, cast aside only coz it never completely made sense, presented itself, this time with a new dress of reason, in a new form. It said to me, “People are different...

My hubby was fresh when he got up after his afternoon nap. I asked, “Do you want to go for a movie?” He replied, “What time is the Bank Job?” We were off. We reached there just in time, about 8 minutes before the movie started. We bought tickets, nachos and a large drink. All set. It was a good movie. Based on a true story, it uncovers some dirty secrets as a handful of smart thieves go about looting the safe deposits of a bank. I will not go more into the details. We came out. My hubby said, “How about another movie?” I say, “Ok!” We grab a quick subway sandwich, and are back to the theatre for the next show. For the movie “21”. With a pack of M & Ms. It was a nice movie too. Its about a bunch of MIT students counting cards to make money in the casinos of Las Vegas. It was 1 am. There weren’t any more shows for the night. So we came back home.