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And the Titanic sank!



[Pic taken only for editorial purposes. I am not the copyright holder of the pic!]

Recently I was browsing through my hard disk and I came across this long forgotten folder. I clicked to see what it held. ‘Titanic’. It was the film ‘Titanic’. I am not much of a movie person but this film was a good one. It had Leonardo Di Caprio who as Jack Dawson was very endearing. Kate Winslet was gorgeous in the film.


But this post is not about the film! It is about my cousins, the six of us including me. Now I was in the seventh grade when this very film had released. With summer vacations on, six of us had created a lot of ruckus, running out of ideas of what to do or play. So we were sent to watch this film. Now when I look back, I just wonder, how in the world did our folks allow us to go for TITANIC? Of course they found out about the nude scenes and the elaborate love scenes much later. And no, we did not tell them.


So it was a random day when my aunt packed us into her Maruti 800 and dropped us at the theatre entrance. Chints, Sid, Manu, Chandu, Ush [the youngest at 6 or 7!] and me, headed to our seats with a dabba of homemade popcorn. You see we could be pushed around while standing in the queue so we had to settle for homemade popcorn. Chints being the eldest amongst us [just 8 months ahead of me] declared that he would be looking after us and if Ush needed to go pee, he would take her. We all nodded in approval.


The film began. We dug at our popcorn. All was well until the first kissing scene. Look I belonged to the 90s and no kid I know or knew would have been comfortable watching people kissing so explicitly onscreen. Lol. Blushing, I turned to look at my cousin, Chints, who looked at me, stupefied, we looked down and giggled. Bah.


The film proceeded. And now came the bigger shock! It was the nude scene! As soon as the robe fell at Kate’s feet, we heard a lot of shifting and giggling. So I turned again only to see [in horror] that Manu and Sid had decided to turnaround, as if they were hiding from something. But the poor dears could not control their giggling. I forgot about the film and asked them, in hushed tones of course; to sit straight [shut their eyes if they wanted]! By now the uncle sitting behind was really upset. Kids are nuisance after all! He started yelling, “If you don’t want to see, at least sit properly so that I can see!”


Finally they both sat properly.


The ending scene, the last few ones where Jack Dawson, is professing his love to Rose, was the one I was eagerly waiting to watch [thanks to Caprio fans back at school, I knew about this one at least!]. But I could not see it. Why? Because Ush chose that very moment to go pee! And Chints, engrossed in the film, refused to acknowledge me or Ush’s plea!


What choice did I have then? I left watching Jack and Rose, hanging on to the piece of wood, while I took the kid to the loo.


And many years down the line now, when we look back and think of this film, we always roar with laughter.   

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