Please Switch Off Your Cellphones Before Reading

I don’t mean to brag, but I’m very talented at eating bits of burnt tyre masquerading as popcorn. So clearly, I’m a fan of multiplexes, and will go in to watch pretty much every movie that comes in to town, unless it involves the Deols and an orangutan. (I’m sorry. That’s no way to talk about Bobby.)

This is why I don’t get people who download the latest movies and watch them at home, when they can just walk into a nearby theatre and surrender to a giant thundering canvas that will melt their brains with sixteen hours of footage before the actual film. Take, for example, the anti-tobacco ad. You’d destroy more brain cells just watching that ad than if you were to smoke a pack while sucking on every exhaust pipe that passes through Marol.

What gets to you is the element of surprise. You know they’ll play the ad at some point, but as you sit there and the minutes go by, with no sign of the Ominous Judgemental Voice, you think that maybe, just maybe, you missed it. And then BAM! There’s Mukesh the Mouth. You know who I’m talking about: the dead man who’s been turned into a cautionary tale for audiences who – when he appears on screen – develop a sudden fascination for the ceiling, as if they were sitting in the Sistine Chapel. It’s pretty much the worst kind of warm-up you could have before any show. It is the foreplay equivalent of bringing a girl home and introducing her to your pet maggots called Slimy, Curly and Rajesh.

I also like the way they depict tar deposits in lungs, by wringing out Spongebob Squarepants: The Mithi River Edition. Thanks to the ad, I now know that a smoker’s lungs contain more tar than Mumbai roads, which makes sense, because at this point, our roads are just potholes held together with cellotape and apathy.

Then there are the in-film anti-smoking text warnings. It’s ridiculous to have to force in a warning in the middle of a narrative. You’d hate if I started doing tha- WARNING: None of what has been said above should be taken to mean that smoking is cool. It’s not. It’s a stupid, life-threatening habit, like drinking or voting for Mamata.

Moving on, to the next thing that you see before a movie: trailers. The current lot includes ‘Bhaag Milkha Bhaag’, which is the story of Milkha Singh, who looked at Farhan Akhtar and said, “Mad body bro. Did you bench-press all of Juhu?” (I don’t know what happened, but Farhan looks so massively pumped up that they just stripped him of his Tour De France titles. At the other end of the fitness spectrum is ‘Policegiri’, where Sanjay Dutt looks like he ate Ajay Devgn from Singham.)

Then there’s the national anthem, which is an amazing, wonderful, beautiful, soul-stirring reminder of the Prevention of Insults to National Honour Act, 1971. (Apparently that law does not apply to the UPA.) I respect the anthem, but I don’t get why I need to have it sung to me just before a movie, by random actors including Shreyas Talpade aka The Poor Man’s Riteish Deshmukh.

The anthem is a reminder of how great our nation is. You know what might make our nation even greater? Not having to send constant reminders of its greatness, especially to people who’re juggling babies and bags and overflowing trays, and can barely stand at attention, thereby defeating the whole purpose of demanding garnering respect. (The only exception to this is the anthem video featuring our soldiers at Siachen, which can make a grown man tear up, probably because he realises that he is an insignificant mass of insect droppings as compared to the men out there. Thankfully, this feeling of inferiority passes after the video ends and people like Neil Nitin Mukesh and Ameesha Patel get on screen to spit at the theory of evolution.)

On the bright side, at least we don’t have to endure the pre-movie marathon in a cramped non-multiplex seat. Sure, single-screen theatres are reminders of simpler times, when seats were often reserved for rat babies and you could pay for stuff in coins that only Zimbabweans will accept now. But I’d happily punch nostalgia in the face for a Gold Class recliner. Lying back on those is therapeutic, almost like smoki- WARNING: RECLINERS ARE INJURIOUS TO HEALTH. HEALTH IS INJURIOUS TO DISEASES. READING THIS IS INJURIOUS TO ILLITERATE PEOPLE. INDIANS ARE INJURIOUS TO INDIA.

(Note: This is my HT column dated 23rd June 2013.)


26 responses to “Please Switch Off Your Cellphones Before Reading

  1. Indians are injurious to India! I don’t think a more profound statement has ever been made about the country!

  2. There! Somebody has finally said it.
    Now, waiting for someone to actually take those anti-smoking warnings (in all its forms) down!

  3. Reblogged this on The Art of Monologuing. and commented:
    It’s enough to make you sick…very sick 😉

  4. When you wrote voting for Mamata, you actuallywanted to write voting for Modi right?

  5. Sir, shut up and take my uterus already.
    (Fertility dance not included)

  6. I can completely relate with what you are ranting about.

  7. Haha! I will always remember this blog post whenever I go for any movie 😛

  8. I would offer my stomach to you too, but its full of beer and bad decisions. My stomach is about as useful as Mallika Sherawat as a nun.

  9. You sure know how to take pot-shots at politicians, and your aversion to Saki naka / Marol is well known too, but you got some guts taking on the national anthem being played in movie halls just before the movie starts. I too have been wondering which idiot (or idiots) came up with this idea in the first place. There are better ways to show one’s patriotism, and frankly, playing the national anthem in movie halls is a disrespect to it. What’s next, playing it before one gulps a peg or two in pubs ? or maybe before one gets on with “business” on Falkland Road ?

  10. unless it involves the Deols and an orangutan. (I’m sorry. That’s no way to talk about Bobby.) ROFL

  11. …spit on the theory of evolution… hell yeah! Loved the piece!

  12. Ironically I read this on a cell phone….

  13. You try being a gareeb student townie. Gold class recliner costs enough to feed a family of eight.

  14. “Shreyas Talpade aka The Poor Man’s Riteish Deshmukh”? I was pretty sure Riteish Deshmukh was The Poor Man’s Riteish Deshmukh.

  15. For those who have never been to Maharashtra….when you go to see a movie in a hall the anthem is played before the movies starts. Not sure how this practice came about.

  16. Anthem before the movies – I have heard about it. Mukesh the mouth – I shut my eyes but since am a smoker I try to shut my ears well.

    Ah yes, can anyone from Maharashtra shed some light on what would happen If you won’t stand up for the anthem?

  17. Ha!ha! Well said…Indians are injurious to India…:p

  18. I like the National Anthem being played in theatre ….. its a good reminder of country’s existence & a witness of once upon a time faith I had in this country .

  19. When I commit a mistake I utter “Stupidus Maximus”, and then I came across your blog today. Found a coincidence in the name and your blogs are good. Thanks for writing this and others!

  20. diffrentintrospection

    Reblogged this on Random Stuff and commented:

  21. This is good… Ridiculously good! Thank you for a dose of humor this morning – injurious to many diseases no doubt!

  22. You’re funny as fuck. Loving all the dissing 😀 😀 Keep at it, my friend! Woop!

  23. u just wrote a classic rebute to that female who had the audacity to touch the ticket paying person for not standing up. i really wonder what she must be doing to her hubby in the night if his does not stand up.

  24. Aha! So you’re that funny guy that everybody knows but dosen’t talk about.

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