Dear Jani,💗 This has reference to your lovely letter on 3 March 2015. Postponing the idea of narrating the ‘car fight’ and clicking an useless site, just want to share one nice experience we had this week end. First, I wanted to make the entry in a blog form. Then I thought, it would be better to give the experience a letter form. Here I start the experience: Really we did not have any idea about the film when we got inside the renovated multiplex buying the tickets. Nor did we have any inkling when the title cards were flashing. Then the odd feeling came to us. The heroine of the movie could have used a cell phone to inform the police about the torture, the rowdy lover is giving her. Why should she use the car -to be stopped by the rowdy and the rowdy making her get down by breaking the glass panes of the car door. What a violence! The rowdy hero throws petrol and burns the car. And the cars….Maruthi vans, Ambassador cars and no Scorpio MUVs. Ah, when the rowdy hero lights up a ciga...