“You are mad to even think of watching a movie like that”, this is one of the most frequently heard one-liner in the conversations related to sandalwood. I am not sure since when I am crazy about Kannada movies but I know the reason behind that. Every movie that I watched used to linger its effect for a minimum of 7 days during my preteen phase.
It was not even about a particular hero or a fan frenzy thing; it was movies; not people associated with it. After watching the movie “Hrudaya Haaditu” I wanted to have a hole in my heart, recollects mom. I know who transferred this obsession to me, my maama – my maternal uncle who is no more. He used to bunk work and take me for a movie, not just any random day but first day first show.
There are tales of how maama always wanted me by his side during my summer vacations. He would come to my school the day I wrote my last paper of that year’s final exam, pick me in my uniform and reach native (thank god there was no concept of summer classes back then). He did not want me to waste a single day of my summer vacation at Mysore.
He would make sure ajji made “gulab jamoons” by the time we reached home & together we would relish them after lunch. One lovely chore that both of us loved to do was managing the audio cassettes. We numbered them alphabetically and the same numbers written against the movie names on a sheet of paper. He had close to 800 cassettes back then, too bad that we hardly use them now but I had no idea that day, today it will be reserved as a memory, as his memory.
I need to thank him for showering his crazy passion of movies to me. Not because they work as entertainment today, but every time TV airs the movie we watched together I recollect the lovely moments we spent watching that movie with him.
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