National Treasure - Indian Consulate
It has been almost 2 months since I watched (actually, slept through) a movie. I am growing up now, sleeping lesser with more intervals in between. Having observed me that well, Amma and Nanna knew better than to take me to another movie. Did they?
It is just after Christmas. Chicago is colder than cold could be. Nanna had a couple of days off. He wanted to use this break to go to the Indian Consulate in Chicago to apply for my Indian passport. Since you already know the story of my introspection, I shall not bore you about that.
Nanna thought it would be a great idea for me to go along with him. Since Amma goes everywhere with me, all of us started for the Consulate. By the time we reached the consulate, we were told that the consulate lunch break was extended by an hour - from 11:30 to 2 instead of 12:30 to 2.
So we were outside the Consulate on a cold winter day - when most of the other businesses and activities were shut down because of Christmas eve. Nanna and Amma started discussing (I mean arguing) about what to do next. I waited for a couple of minutes to see if they could decide something. Seeing that they were going around in circles, I suggested that we go to a movie. I mean, I didn't say that in as many words... but I cried while pointing to my eyes and then to amma. Didn't get that? Eyes = See. Amma = Ma. See + Ma = Cinema. Simple, isn't it?
Anyway, long story short. We decided to go to a movie just a block away. Off we went with my stroller, diaper bag, my passport application... and all that. Like most cinemas in the US, the movie ticket was cheaper than a small 'tub' of popcorn plus a small Coke, which in turn was cheaper than the parking.
With tickets out of the way and popcorn in their arms, we went inside. The movie, just in case you haven't read the title of this post, was National Treasure - II. The movie was mostly ok. Mostly and not fully because, I did not watch the full movie. No, I did not sleep. Amma took me out thrice just because I started getting involved too much in the movie! Twice by shrieking in joy and once for feeling sad and crying.
Apart from those three times, I had been a good girl throughout. I can even tell you what the story is. The good guys beat the bad guys. Anyway, the movie ended just when our popcorn and coke got over. Amma held me while Nanna tried to get our scattered belongings together. That was when a lady passed in front of us and said - "You should not bring children to movies. You have RUINED the movie for all of us".
Yes, sir. She really said that. My shrieks and cries, which lasted as long as it took Amma to take me out of the auditorium, ruined the movie for her. I ruined the movie for her, a stranger. Dear readers, do any of you know who she is or where she lives? Can someone suggest how I can make up for my misbehavior?
Anyway, time to go to the Indian Consulate again. What happened there? That would be the material for another post.
Oh, by the way, I hope you are not thinking that Indian Consulate = National Treasure. That would be a good end - but alas that isn't so. What I meant was this post covers what happened in the Indian Consulate and National Treasure. Ok?
It is just after Christmas. Chicago is colder than cold could be. Nanna had a couple of days off. He wanted to use this break to go to the Indian Consulate in Chicago to apply for my Indian passport. Since you already know the story of my introspection, I shall not bore you about that.
Nanna thought it would be a great idea for me to go along with him. Since Amma goes everywhere with me, all of us started for the Consulate. By the time we reached the consulate, we were told that the consulate lunch break was extended by an hour - from 11:30 to 2 instead of 12:30 to 2.
So we were outside the Consulate on a cold winter day - when most of the other businesses and activities were shut down because of Christmas eve. Nanna and Amma started discussing (I mean arguing) about what to do next. I waited for a couple of minutes to see if they could decide something. Seeing that they were going around in circles, I suggested that we go to a movie. I mean, I didn't say that in as many words... but I cried while pointing to my eyes and then to amma. Didn't get that? Eyes = See. Amma = Ma. See + Ma = Cinema. Simple, isn't it?
Anyway, long story short. We decided to go to a movie just a block away. Off we went with my stroller, diaper bag, my passport application... and all that. Like most cinemas in the US, the movie ticket was cheaper than a small 'tub' of popcorn plus a small Coke, which in turn was cheaper than the parking.
With tickets out of the way and popcorn in their arms, we went inside. The movie, just in case you haven't read the title of this post, was National Treasure - II. The movie was mostly ok. Mostly and not fully because, I did not watch the full movie. No, I did not sleep. Amma took me out thrice just because I started getting involved too much in the movie! Twice by shrieking in joy and once for feeling sad and crying.
Apart from those three times, I had been a good girl throughout. I can even tell you what the story is. The good guys beat the bad guys. Anyway, the movie ended just when our popcorn and coke got over. Amma held me while Nanna tried to get our scattered belongings together. That was when a lady passed in front of us and said - "You should not bring children to movies. You have RUINED the movie for all of us".
Yes, sir. She really said that. My shrieks and cries, which lasted as long as it took Amma to take me out of the auditorium, ruined the movie for her. I ruined the movie for her, a stranger. Dear readers, do any of you know who she is or where she lives? Can someone suggest how I can make up for my misbehavior?
Anyway, time to go to the Indian Consulate again. What happened there? That would be the material for another post.
Oh, by the way, I hope you are not thinking that Indian Consulate = National Treasure. That would be a good end - but alas that isn't so. What I meant was this post covers what happened in the Indian Consulate and National Treasure. Ok?
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