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The lion connection !



This is a tale that Baba used to recount with a relish ! My parents first movie with me at the then erstwhile Metro was quite an experience ! ..I cannot remember the name of the movie , neither does he ! But what was memorable was that as soon as The Metro Goldwyn Meyers' Lion  roared  I decided that enough was enough , and the only way to get out of that dark cavernous room was to  use the most potent weapon that  I owned- an  unendingly loud  bawl . Baba had to bring me out as the others protested and entertained me in the lobby of the hall. Every time he tried  to get back it was the same story - till I declared quite happily " Er por theke Ma eka eka  cinema dekhbe , tumi aar ami baire khelbo !" being thePapa's girl that  I was, it must have been a thoroughly enjoyable situation for me when I had his undivided attention!

 This evening's "The Lion King " brought in a host of memory - It was Chibu's first movie at Minerva. He was around 3 at that time. Mamtu, Gulli ( Chibu called Koyel that !) and us made the foursome during one of our visit to Kolkata. We were not sure how they would react to the 2-D experience or  if we could handle if they did what they were NOT supposed to do ...so we kept Bhaskar the standby, who waited in the vicinity outside the hall ! The kids however behaved - though the excitement was too much for Chibu and we had to make several trips to the washroom .... And I suddenly heard a sniffle when Mufasa died ....it came from Chibu ....wonder what he made of that ! But it was the first time that the kids had their tryst with the celluloid and they came out all excited to meet an incredulous Bhaskar , who was relieved that he did not have to baby-sit for them ! Of course the unending questions lasted for days !

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