A total Fiasco

After a week of deliberation and discussion, me and Rads finally got together to see Rang De Basanti. What followed, was well an evening of fiascos.

• For starters, we were 2 minutes late for getting the tickets. The woman in front of Rads got the last tickets. After arguing and inquiring whether there would be any cancellations we made our way out of PVR. Annoyed, very annoyed.
• But soon we returned to the same spot to argue with the tikki boy. Again he refused. So after much deliberation and Rads whining. We took Tickets to "humko Deewana kar.." Which had already started (totally rads idea)
  
• So there we were making our way to the hall. But unfortunately I read the wrong audii number. And we found ourselves standing in some hall, with some English movie going on. Wondering what George Clooney was doing in "Humko deewana kar" With the whole audii giving us looks, we ran out in splits. Coz I had realized we were in the wrong hall.. Aint I smart
• The laughter soon gave way to anxiety. When I realized while buying the tickets I had not taken back any change. Which was considerable I remind you. So we ran back to the counter to get it. Where the stupid tikki boy, giggled and left to do something inside. And then we heard one of the other tikki boys, assuring a woman that if she waited, there would be some cancellation for Rang de Basanti.
  
• So we went back to the hall ( the correct one this time) And saw the first half an hour of a movie which can easily be called the worst movie I had ever seen. With dumb jokes and even more pathetic scenes. I have no idea how we sat that half an hour.
  
• Then we decided to go to the hall which was showing Rang De basanti. We asked the guy there, if there were any seats available. The guy appeared very sweet. And he told us, incase there would be any free seats he would tell us. So we went back to the stupid movie.
• Then when the interval came, we saw the guy. Who sweetly informed us that there were no seats. Disappointed we went to the snack bar hanging around, contemplating what to do. Then the guy appeared again and said there were 2 seats in the front row for Rang de basanti. We were thrilled. Wondering how anybody could be that sweet.
• Halfway through that movie (where the music believe me was louder than that auto), the guy informed us that the people who had those seats had arrived. So we got up furious. How anybody could come for a movie, halfway through it. Anyways we made our way out of the audii.
  
• Descending down the steps, this other guy came running to us. And sheepishly handed us a card, trying very hard to not make eye contact told us "Monish(probably the supposedly sweet guy) asked me to give this to you. Its his number incase you ever need to make bookings or anything" And the ran away. Me and rads looked at each other in amazement. Bookings? Right! Thoroughly disgusted we tore the card. And went to Barista.
  

I know it doesn't sound that disgusting when you hear about it. But when it happens to you, you're like okaaay. Oh well. This is Delhi, after all.