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From being carried over either from western stage perfomance influences the cinema halls during the seventies if most people remember had curtains covering the screen.One would find their seats with cushions of coir and god knows what else and seat themselves and give ourselves bed sores for the seats were harder than stone and one should consider himself lucky if you were not bitten by bed bugs or should i call them seat bugs or just whatever alien creatures that lived in the the netherworld of the seat.one should consider himself the most luckiest if you could go home without those pesky gum sticking to either your back seat which is a real bitch to clean or worse sticks like glue to your slippers.Gawd knows what creature thought of this real slimy trick of torturing people with gum and i am glad nowadays gum chewing is not such a fad.for many a time i got gum stuck in my slippers and went about walking and trying to scrape it away and most people thought i walked that way with feet sliding and yes those movements could have been copied and evolved into the famous moonwalk step by jackson.
A hush used to fall and those long skirts or curtains used to roll,slide or was just being unclothed by the workers and then that familiar whirr of the projecter started and beams of light used to shoot across the length of the cinema hall as if a supernova was exploding and gamma rays were streaking to farthest regions of space.It was the most incredible experience for there was so much mystery in watching films and specially those times before television came into style.Even those film division black and white dreary programmes used to be fascinating usually in tamil with the words "biharil vellam".
Heroes with orange wigs and painted skin used to pass of as whites and some with blue passed off as gods.For a long time i never understood the significance of two flowers coming together or two usually white pigeons duing foreplay.well all that changed in my college days with po*n tapes and foreplay became fourplay.well nowadays you don't have flowers coming together but rather actors practising cookery on heroines navels and etc.well that reminds me they have come to the extent of placing icecubes and assorted stuff on actresses stomachs and their broad well developd backs.that set me thinking and i did try that on a woman friend and she pointedly asked me what next chilli powder and ginger garlic paste.well that tall story is for another day.
In just a simple word development and technological advances we are stuck with a television and hundreds of channels and as is the habit skipping channels is the latest fad.Those days of black and white doordarshan days i was fascinated by even vayalum vazhvum and ulavarum oli kadhir.good old days of wonder balloon and kanmani poonga and two flowers kissing .there was so much more mystery and expectations than posters of today which us kissing scenes to lure hapless and horny audiences into the death trap of a flop film.
From being carried over either from western stage perfomance influences the cinema halls during the seventies if most people remember had curtains covering the screen.One would find their seats with cushions of coir and god knows what else and seat themselves and give ourselves bed sores for the seats were harder than stone and one should consider himself lucky if you were not bitten by bed bugs or should i call them seat bugs or just whatever alien creatures that lived in the the netherworld of the seat.one should consider himself the most luckiest if you could go home without those pesky gum sticking to either your back seat which is a real bitch to clean or worse sticks like glue to your slippers.Gawd knows what creature thought of this real slimy trick of torturing people with gum and i am glad nowadays gum chewing is not such a fad.for many a time i got gum stuck in my slippers and went about walking and trying to scrape it away and most people thought i walked that way with feet sliding and yes those movements could have been copied and evolved into the famous moonwalk step by jackson.
A hush used to fall and those long skirts or curtains used to roll,slide or was just being unclothed by the workers and then that familiar whirr of the projecter started and beams of light used to shoot across the length of the cinema hall as if a supernova was exploding and gamma rays were streaking to farthest regions of space.It was the most incredible experience for there was so much mystery in watching films and specially those times before television came into style.Even those film division black and white dreary programmes used to be fascinating usually in tamil with the words "biharil vellam".
Heroes with orange wigs and painted skin used to pass of as whites and some with blue passed off as gods.For a long time i never understood the significance of two flowers coming together or two usually white pigeons duing foreplay.well all that changed in my college days with po*n tapes and foreplay became fourplay.well nowadays you don't have flowers coming together but rather actors practising cookery on heroines navels and etc.well that reminds me they have come to the extent of placing icecubes and assorted stuff on actresses stomachs and their broad well developd backs.that set me thinking and i did try that on a woman friend and she pointedly asked me what next chilli powder and ginger garlic paste.well that tall story is for another day.
In just a simple word development and technological advances we are stuck with a television and hundreds of channels and as is the habit skipping channels is the latest fad.Those days of black and white doordarshan days i was fascinated by even vayalum vazhvum and ulavarum oli kadhir.good old days of wonder balloon and kanmani poonga and two flowers kissing .there was so much more mystery and expectations than posters of today which us kissing scenes to lure hapless and horny audiences into the death trap of a flop film.
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