A uniquely amazing imagination came into my way while I was calmly seated in a movie hall.
We ‘Indians’ have a tremendous unity when it comes to watching a sporty film together. People titillate on jocular scenes, they start applauding and whistling. I never felt that it was annoying rather it always creates a sense of remarkable amiability and mutuality. We all feel united. We keep all the other thoughts aside and imbibe the sentiment of being ‘an Indian’. We laugh candidly, and we clap together. A sudden smile breaks across our faces at the same time. I really have experienced it!
But there is one emotion that is never granted an opportunity to be expressed openly, which is always meant to be suppressed. When the heart warming and emotive aspect of the film unfolds, this emotion propagates all over. The time when all the jubilant eyes turn weepy with the tears flooding gradually. The atmosphere turns quiet. The films ends soul-stirringly. As the screen blows off and the lights switch on, I observe that people hurriedly wipe off their tears and try to hide them. Some of them attempted to get rid of them gracefully while some wiped them off concealingly!
And that’s when I imagine that how incredibly wonderful it would have been if this emotion hadn’t been exploited. I imagine of people getting up, weeping gently, looking at each other and exchanging pleasant smiles while mild tears still flow off their faces . This imagination was so so beautiful! How weirdly marvellous this entire thought was!
This imagination made me think that in the ‘theatre of life’ we are no less than the actors we watched, absolutely pretentious!