Hi Pals,

It has been quite sometime since I have been writing for Radiosargam now. I have made a constant move to deliver some of the haughtiest and the naughtiest pieces of writings in my editorial column - Weekly Dhamaal with Hanumant Bhansali. After taking some potshots on a few Bollywood actors last week, I decided to engross you in a small narration, which is about the happenings that took place on my journey to watch Spiderman3 recently.

To begin with, this is a episodic narration of an experience which was nothing less than enthralling. Check out the sexy twists and fickle minded turns which surpass all the borders of boredom.

It was a cool Monday evening. I was waiting for my friends for a game of cricket, which drives India crazy. After a lot of calls and messages through the portable and hip cell, it was confirmed that the game will not happen that day. It made me sulk.

Among the forced yawns, someone rang the door bell. Arvind, one of my chuddy pals was smiling at the door. He was there, not knowing of the changed plans. We caught up on a conversation and in rang the door bell once again. This time it was my cousin Dipesh.

The conversation continued and we spoke about everything, right from the girls who gave goose bumps to the ones who gave a bad eye sight, if stared at them for more than 5 minutes. The conversation slowly moved on to the hottest topic of every Indian – movies.

All of a sudden, Arvind came up with an idea of going for a movie. I found it interesting but Dipesh was reluctant. He had to reach home fast due to some “unknown reasons”. We somehow managed to convince him and checked out the daily newspaper to decide upon the film. Arvind and I mutually agreed on Spiderman3. Dipesh was expressionless. He is the one who hates to be part of the fantasy land. Obviously, as it seemed, we managed to convince him yet again, by boasting about its worldwide collections and critics rating.

To Be Continued….

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