Batman Begins.......

We went to a movie in the evening on my trip to India. My mom-in-law, my sweetie-pie and I. It was a Bollywood movie, named Salaam Namaste. In all these approximately five years of our courtship and then marriage, my wife and I had not watched a movie together. Strange that is, since movie theatres are considered the safest bet for love-birds, where they can sit cuddled together and see themselves in the actors and actresses, and for some time, forget their personal worries. Pause here for a moment. Why are worries all the time parts of our love-lives? But would love be so exciting without pains? Or for that matter life without pains? As somebody said, the evidence of living is in pains, the harder the better.

Let me get back to the main theme here. The movie was good and portrayed cosmo-Indians having problems of their own kind. Getting pregnant before marriage was the central point. I suppose this would have been unthinkable in the past when all that the women were supposed to be doing, was to look pretty in the evening while waiting for the husbands to come back from work and to entertain them and feed them good food and listen to them dictating what a moral life means for women. India has moved quite a distance, though with a very long trail with some parts of the population still very far from being modern. Nonetheless we are modern; there is no doubt about that.

Why do I keep going astray? Back to the movie. I could identify with Javed Zaffery who played a not-so-well-educated India who married an Aussie blonde. He kept on asking her all types of questions in his broken English, for which all that his wife had to offer as answer was “sorry?” to which he would delightfully reply, “ecgxzaaectlieeee” (exactly!)

After the movie we thought of a small grub and we spotted the Subway joint. I spotted a big billboard advertising the movie Batman Begins. I told my wife that I wanted to get myself snapped like Batman. It was a very old fascination for me as I had read the comics in my childhood and had adored Batman and his robe since then. Only impediment was to wear red or blue briefs on top of black trousers! A respectable way of getting into Batman’s mould without having to do this underwear-over-trousers scandal was this, as you can see in the picture. But that day saw me watch a movie with Reetz and get myself snapped as Batman, albeit half-baked. Great fun it was.