I first saw her last December , on a cool Mumbai evening.
It was love at first sight.
No, it wasn’t a girl.
It was Interstellar.
Actually it was just the first teaser trailer. But it was enough for me. This is where my story begins.
For countless reasons, only some of which are fathomable, I haven’t been able to write for this whole year, barring the one time in February. Needless to say, it has been a difficult time.
Like I said, it was December, and I had already given CAT, along with a bunch of others for getting into a B-school. None of them were promising enough for me to be hopeful. And this was my second and last attempt. Adding to it, I’d been told I won’t get promoted with the rest of my buddies at work. That was the sacrifice I’d made for CAT.
Staring into depths of an uncertain future, I came across this trailer. When I shared it on facebook, this was the caption:
Come what may in 2014 – I will absorb everything, and wait. Because now I can take it.
People often talk about their happy place. When times were bad for me, I’d say to myself, “Don’t worry. Whatever happens, Man United have a game to play next week.”
After watching this trailer, I had the same feeling. As long of Christopher Nolan is making movies, it’s a reason to live for.
I know it sounds crazy and perhaps melodramatic. Perhaps not to those who know me and my relationship with movies. But this year long wait for Interstellar got me through countless times of fear, anxiety, and uncertainty.
Without going into details, I’ll just say this: Most people I’ve met tell me emotional sensitivity is a weakness. But it really isn’t. If you believe in good, then no matter how many times you break, you’ll always find a way to heal, rise, and come back stronger.
So when today, 7th November arrived, the expectations had grown like an avalanche with every trailer, every moment, every breath.
THE BIG DAY
Ideally I’d have gone for the first show, but my mid-term exams were to conclude today. I spent 1200 bucks (for any foreigners reading this, it’s actually rupees. We call them bucks to sound cool) on the ticket. This came as a shock to those here who don’t know me that well.
1. I was going alone, and
2. I’d spent 1200 friggin’ bucks on a movie ticket.
I had barely submitted my last answer sheet, and half my friends had already gathered and galloped to drink, who I’d have joined on any other day.
But then, today wasn’t just any other day.
I have never, ever in my whole life, waited so longingly for anything.
After throwing away the useless question paper and opening my wardrobe, a thought hit me: I’m gonna go dressed up for Interstellar. I couldn’t help but smile at my own passionate insanity. Perhaps you now understand, why I was doing this alone. This was a date.
On my way to the movies, adrenaline was now starting to build up. Let’s speed up that process, and make this story a perfect circle. Open phone –> Open video player –> There’s only one video.
And there she was, the teaser trailer.
Four hours later, I wonder – how many times does this happen in life? You wait a painstakingly long 11 months for the perfect day – and when you finally experience it, you find that perfect isn’t even the perfect word?
To watch a movie is human, but a Nolan…divine