Coffe Mug # 1: Experiences of a thoughtless bystander
This
is to certify that I’m writing this with all my consciousness with the subdued
rage of killing everybody who utters any disgusting / raucous or
annoying/irritating noise while watching a movie or anyone who is vulnerable to
reacting things that are portrayed before them forgetting about their influence
on the general public.
General
public refers to everyone except the commuter of the disturbance or source of
outrageous instinct. But in this post, it’s
me, I’m the general public.
Yesterday,
I went to watch this movie- Bhaag Milkha Bhaag.
I honestly agree that I don’t know hindi and I’m not a bit ashamed of it. Why did I go and watch the movie then?
Because it was Thursday, I can understand movies of any languages, when I watch
them on Thursdays. It doesn’t mean that ET will throw up the power of enlightment
on Thursdays, so I can flirt with an hot chick from Czechoslovakia. No. Only on Thursdays, Satyam Theater films
with subtitles. Hence practically, I’m watching a Persian movie and hearing
English.
Apart
from the reasoning of subtitle, I had another reason to watch this movie, as it
is said that it is an inspiring story of a terrific athlete in sixties, and I
have the taste for sweat and field since my childhood, I never missed an opportunity
that would make me experience it again. For me BMB would be recollection of my past
and would instigate a fire to my spirit that has been taking a nap for a long
time. I was an awful field athlete in my school and spectacular performer in
tennis court, later I shifted my concentration over the food court. I’m maintaining
the status quo of the uncrowned king of all buffet courts, food courts, chat
centers, and kitchen. My skill in sensing the food from its smell has increased
exponentially. Now, I’m just like one of
you, who dream about the good times you had.
This
movie, I really believe, would get me back to the field, like the magic Chak De India did to me. I went to the
fields again -I outperformed in the Gym, I toned my body really well. That was
5 years ago. Now I’m a doomed person who really gets satiating pleasure thinking
about the old days. For a person like me, the first act of redemption is going
out and watching an inspiring tale.
Bhagh
Milkha Bhagh. When I first heard the name, I translated as Forest Milk
Forest. I assumed I was right till I saw
the movie where the protagonist often gets a fading vision of someone chasing
him on a horse and calling Bhag Milkha Bhagh. Then when he is set on the field everyone
applauds him calling “Bhagh Milkha Bhagh”. And each time when someone
calls/shouts Bhagh Milkha Bhagh, the subtitle read as: Run Milkha Run. I thanked
ET.
If
you believe that I’m going to narrate the story. Please. Stop reading here. I’m
not going to say you the story.
Everyone’s
seat was on fire, when Milkha was running against Asia’s fastest runner, who was
coincidentally a Pakistani. There were the echoes of “Bhagh Milkha Bhagh” reverberating
in the entire hall. I could forgive that. We are hopelessly patriotic when
comes to India Vs Pakistan. I must not be surprised when someone had painted
his face tricolor and called out Jai Hindhustan ki Jai. When Milkha finished
the race with an astounding photo finish, it was believed that he finished behind
the Pakistani sprinter. But time works miraculously for Milkha- the board
refreshes with his name on the first. I couldn’t resist the hopeful patriotism
when a guy seated in front of me stood up and shouted “That’s me ” when Milkha was extolled with gold medal in 200mts dash
in 1956 Tokyo Olympics. I simply can’t digest that, although it was funny.
Milk
and 2 eggs were a part of his diet when he was trained for the National meet. There
was scene where the worn-out Milkha breaks 2 eggs in his cup of milk and
imbibes glutinously to quench his thirst; I heard some bunch of girls blurting the
noises of disgust. We can simply imagine how it would taste, that doesn’t mean
that they have to stimulate our puking sensation by calling out the sound. This was not at all funny. Hope they all breakup
with their boyfriends.
It
was an inspiring tale. Surely Yes. Every
one of us forgot that it was movie; we were exhilarated when he won the game, and
we felt sad when he felt it. We were actually a silent bystander of his life
and watching him more acutely than anyone else.
Some
of us forget that there are 200 silent bystanders who are watching his life
with them. Please. Never. I Repeat.
Never. Ever express your feel of disgust
when spectating a public show. It
actually ruins the show for the General
Public.
Whenever
you think you are getting the urge to do something like that. Think the general
public is making their dog to lick on your ears, you will surely requiem from
the feel and sometimes, you might get off the mood of watching the movie. If
you that doesn’t bother you, how about someone accidentally slipping a cup of coffee on your pants? General Public can do that.
