He entered the cinema hall. Hall No 4 to be precise. Thisscreen had around a 100 seats all blood red in color. The walls were a slighttinge of red as well. It was like entering something dangerous. He walks inafter the roughly 90 people rushed into the theatre as if someone else wouldsit in the seats allotted to them. He made his way up to the hall to his seatF2. F2 is computer language for help, he jokes to himself as he walks. He noticessomeone sitting in the opposite corner of where he was standing and makes hisway faster to his seat.
At F2 he sits not turning his head towards the other end. Hefeels a sprain building already in the right side of the neck. Credits of themovie now roll. His mind rolls along as well. That girl in that opposite cornerwas his first girlfriend. One he had nearly 10 years ago barely out of histeens. She sat there with her entire family all lined up like characters of “AngryBirds”. Phew! A sweat ran down his side brows as he watched the movie start. Hisheart cringed a little. She was the first. First love cannot be forgotten. Afterall they are the ones that push you out of the bubble called immaturity. Where theyprick it and call it hurt. Ouch! That grief is seconded to none. First lovethey say. It’s like this immunity building stage of life. Something likechicken pox. You get it once and you’re immune for life. But mind you, thisimmunity is just the one where you can compare the other grief’s you have hadto. But why did they break up? Oh yea, that same reason you probably gave – “Look,I think we are immature still and need to move on. But I think you are a greatperson. Let’s just be friends. Ok.” My foot Ok! If I was great why the hell youwant to break up? Ah! Yes because of that imbecile who has a semi sports bikewho keeps squeezing at the accelerator as if it were tomatoes to be crushed andbecause he sported a better hair style? Middle partitioned straightened hair that’slike a canal where water could flow. He turned slightly to look at her but inthe theatre darkness couldn’t find her. He stares at the screen again where thehero tells the girl “You are my first love and will be my last”. He half shoutsout “Cut the crap” to the actor in the screen and keeps wondering how thatfirst kiss actually felt. You actually forget it with time too. This person sittingin F1 nudges him with the knee. He moves it a little away. The hero in themovie hits this other fellow who has biceps half his size and says “This isjust the trailer”. Interval lights on.
He had thought a lot but the thoughts didn’t stick to hismind. Weird are these thoughts. A group of college boys are moving out for thecanteen, he joins them to escape from her vision. Some hot coffee wouldprobably clear his mind and maybe he would figure out what this movie was aboutin the second half. At the counter he orders for one when a voice two countersaway orders for nachos and caramel popcorn Funny, he thinks that’s what his secondgirlfriend use to order every time they went to the movies. He gets his coffee, turns and there - two counters away is his ex-ex-girlfriend. No, the coffeecup isn’t big enough to hide is face. He turns the other way tripping over theside ropes spilling the coffee onto his pants. He runs to the restroom and startscleaning his pants. They are cream colored and the coffee has made its mark. Andright on the crotch as well. That reminds him, second girlfriends for most arerebound relationships. They just don’t know what to do with life after thefirst break up. So they find themselves one. It’s like these wrestlers in WWE. Hulk Hogan or The Rock. Even afterliving and understanding the concept and getting hurt they have to come back.They might have broken a few bones also but still they just come back. What dothey get? Unrelented attention from the fans, you are almost a war hero. Butthey know, cracked bones are never strong again. His fingers burn as the coffeespilt over them too. Now why did he break up with the second one? Hmmm.. “Alright!So let’s just get this done. You know I don’t love you. I mean I love you. Butnot that kind of love.” he says. Phat goes a slap over his cheek. Secondgirlfriends are like that nacho sauce. Boss, you can eat them but don’t let itsplash on your eyes. You will burn. And mind you, you will never get to evenhug her again if all you wanted was rebound action. Second relationships arelike that elastic band. It loses its elasticity after a while and it can’t evenbe used to hold that bundle of paper. Hewashes his face and walks back into the hall. Looks like the movie has resumedsome minutes ago. He relaxes back and keeps his hand in the arm rest and thatperson in F1 forces his arm away after a little elbow fight.
The heroine runs behind the usual big branched trees andsings a song the hero can hear from the other side of the botanical garden.Maybe flowers can transmit voices long distance as well. With all the mess upin the first half and the interval, he clears his mind and tries to follow whythis heroines dad wouldn’t agree to give his daughter to this smart handsomeboy who promises he will become a big business tycoon someday although all hehas is maybe some cows and goats in his backyard. Two rows in front in thecorner seats are this couple who are making out quite obviously. His hands don’tseem to be with him and they are both stuck to the corner of their seats. Her mobilesuddenly starts ringing and her face is visible now as she turns to tellsomething to her boyfriend. Well, yes that is his third girlfriend. Ex-ex-exgirlfriend to be precise. Gosh, now what he exclaims to himself! Will I get tosee my previous life as well he moans in silence. Awrite, damn her. She has aboyfriend. But it’s been more than a year, so accepted time frame he figuresout. Now, the third relationships are considered serious. You know like KamalHaasan sings in one his songs “After the first and second round, the thirdround is the serious one”. Well, she came to him this time exactly two yearsago. Indirect messages through friends, casual meetings at discos. And historyjust repeated itself. The hitch happened. It was great. But it’s like thishighway. You don’t care for the turns that come across leading you to smallerproblematic roads. You don’t care for the speed breakers that would have madeyou stop and think of the past. You don’t care for that high bright lights fromthe opposing traffic, you just show the bright light back. Suddenly life maybehas a plan for you, one thinks. Mind it if it gets nearer to a wedding plan. That’slike the endgame, if you started naming your unborn children. Don’t even thinkof a little ejaculation of hyper active need for settlement in life. Life copulatesyou. “It’s all too soon one of you will say. So much of life is more, do wewant to get tied down one will ask.” Such is life. Third finger of your hand hasthe answer. One then runs like a man chased by a ram. Life is such. He sympathizeshimself by looking at her current boyfriend and feeling a certain happinessthat the new guy has a paunch and he doesn’t. The movie ends, so does histhoughts. The hero became rich, married his lover but still lives in that oldhut of his with an Audi parked outside.
The person in F1 now after the kneeing and the elbowingpinches him hard in the thighs. He turns to look at his current girlfriend allglam in a bright pink shirt and little make up. She asks him what happened toyou, you were in some other world. What happened?
He gives her a smile. A smile that says a lot. One thatcovers up a lot of untold essays and perks up a cheek. One that says – “Oneday, you too!”
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