Not shaken... a little stirred

Well, I can’t really think of anything particular to talk about, but insomnia compels me to do something useful with my time. I saw Casino Royale today in a cheap non-descript theatre, with many groin scratching guys who would ogle at anything remotely feminine, including a tiny scared-looking kitten that could easily fit on my palm. And well my comprehension of the movie was no better than theirs. Anyone with even an iota of knowledge about marketing can tell you the infallible mantra – Customer is King: especially the target demographic. And cost-cutting at any level is a huge plus. No wonder, the speakers in the balcony were switched off. Only the people sitting in the stalls could hear the dialogues. Hence, we were all on a common plane: cheering 007 whenever he chased and fought and kicked and stabbed and shot and killed! At other times we carried on with the usual banter and wondering who got kicked out of Bigg Boss’s house today (damn I still don’t know... I hope it’s not Rakhi Savant; I have indeed developed a soft corner for her). Of course we did whistle and hoot when we saw firangs locking lips on the big screen; and got utterly disgusted when we realized that some scenes had been removed – rather “edited”, since they were not suitable for Indian audiences. A mindless action flick is what I ended up seeing. So much for watching the landmark 21st Bond movie, which redefines the cult series, on the day of its world wide release.
I don’t know why I am just not sleepy. I feel like taking the old wheels out and going for a drive. Just the cool Bangalore air, Coldplay/Lifehouse/trance, and my thoughts. It is just the balm I need to soothe my senses. Maybe I’ll do just that……