The corridor leading to the parking space was and still is very narrow. I'd be shouting at people in front of me to find parking space in Sathyam, while the friend would be buying black tickets. When I returned after parking the vehicle, he would tell me the name of the movie we'd be seeing. The good thing about watching night show is that - on the return journey, we could race through a near empty Mt. Road. That is probably the only time you can truly see the width of Prakasam road. Panagal park would finally be empty. The combined volcano of Pothys RMKV, Nalli, Kumaran and GRT would have stopped emitting their lava of people. Driving in such empty roads is an experience in itself. It helps that Madras sleeps early. However, the essence of those years was that you really had to ask no one. Parent's approval for a unwanted, unplanned night shows seemed more like president's approval after the Lok Sabha has passed the bill. What is more important for you and shocking for them is that - there was nothing important you had to get up for, the next day. Life has changed much since then. The burden of janma-samsara-bandha-nath weighs heavily on a person as time goes by :-). I had given up hope of doing something similar again. But I was in for a surprise. Now after all these years, I was sitting in front of a mango. The phone rings and unexpectedly the movie-whichTheater-Sathyam was re-enacted. I was taken back in time. Back to those good old days. However, the Kazha-bolt process that is slowly and surely taking me towards the vicinity of the dreaded 30s has been real and irreversible. That does funny things to you. So I ask.