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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 cigarette no Statutory warning is appearing by the side of the screen!! The film is shot in Bengaluru bus stand and all the buses are red in colour…… It was observed by you that the style of the garments the heroine and the plus heroine are wearing are looking odd. Then something dawned to us. A scene in the movie says that, a marriage is decided during April 1995, another scene celebrated annual day of the college 1995. Yes, the movie “OM” starring Shivrajkurmar was a success in 1995. It is now mixed with extra surround sound effect. The sound effect is that a dog barking at a distance during the night could be heard as if the sound is coming from outside the auditorium. A lovely experience. To visit a renovated multiplex we watched a movie which was produced when the cell phones and Statutory warnings were not that popular. The old Wine in the new bottle….sometimes we have to appreciate these things. How was the experience? Come soon with a new letter. Yours Babu.




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