Part 3

Watching a movie.

Watching a movie is by itself an experience in India. The pushing hordes are only allowed in after the first few minutes of the reel has run. There is a mad rush to get in.

Then, as the crowd settles down the fun begins.

The heroine appears. Her cleavage shows. A red laser pointer is pointed at her cleavage. The crowd roars in approval. Loud applause. Wolf whistles.

She turns around in a huff after she encounters the hero. The red laser pointer is directed to her posterior. The lecherous crowd roars.

The hero smiles. Full shot of hero. The laser pointer moves between his legs. More applause and roaring.

Two ushers storm in and remove the laser man, who protests his innocence as he is virtually lifted out of his seat and shown the door.

The crowd jeer. Funtime is over. Everything has now to be left to the imagination.

But one thing is clear. The Indians are suckers for dialogue. Every witty remark is greeted with applause. Every act of bravado is greeted with applause. There is death quiet during the song sequence when music appears from nowhere and the couple flit from tree to tree.

For twenty- five rupees, the Indians enjoy their dreams. It is their answer to harsh reality.