Happy day, peeps. Who likes to watch movies? Yay! I do. That’s why I decided to write a bite-sized fiction story on movies and their impact on our lives. Please note that there may be some gasping followed by some eureka moments. For the interest of the public, please do remember to wear your towel before you start shouting ‘Eureka’ while running on the streets. Ready? Here goes!
It wwas 6 pm. Sesha was going out for a movie with her best friend Tammy. Tammy arrived on time and lined up in the snack line before the movie started. She was fiddling around with a box of tissues in the line.
“Hi.” Sesha said.
“Hi.” Tammy said, pulling out tissues from her bag and folding them neatly inside her wallet.
“What are you doing?” Sesha asked.
“The movie. I heard it is a real tear jerker. The scene where the teddy falls from the roof and dies.” Tammy said.
“Get a grip.” Sesha said.
The snack line was moving fast.
“1 large popcorn, 2 coffees- one without additional cream, 2 samosas(Indian snack).” Tammy said, memorising the order.
“We have dinner plans after this. And I have had too much caffeine. I will start whinnying like a horse now.” Sesha said.
“You know what? My 5th floor aunt saw a horror movie yesterday- ‘Fangs and Bangs’. She is in hospital now.” Tammy said.
“What? Is she ok?” Sesha said.
“She claims that she started seeing with differently as soon as she got out of the theatre- her vision changed. All these years, she had never seen fangs anywhere, and suddenly there they were. Floating near her ceiling. Just like in the movie. She felt a pain in her chest and she was rushed.” Tammy said.
“Oh my God! Was it a heart attack?” Sesha said.
“No. It was gas.” Tammy said.
“What the….?” Sesha said.
“But the point is. She saw the fangs which didn’t exist.” Tammy said.
“So?” Sesha said.
“Movies…They do weird things to us. They control us in weird ways.” Tammy said.
“I think you have taken this a bit too far. Earlier you said aliens controlled us. And now movies.” Sesha said.
“There might be a link there.” Tammy said.
“What will you have?” the guy at the snack counter said, tapping his fingers on the counter.
“Umm. Let’s see. I large popcorn and some cherophobia, please.” Tammy said.
“Ohkay. 1 large popcorn and some……..?” the counter guy said.
“Cherophobia.” Tammy said, not blinking an eyelid.
“What’s that?” Sesha whispered.
“Ma’am. We don’t serve cherry phobee here.” the counter guy said.
“Cherophobia. Forget about it. Don’t be stingy with the cheese, please.” Tammy said, putting the money on the counter for the popcorn.
“What was that? And what is cherophobia? The names of food these days.” Sesha said.
“I was just picking a bone with him. Cherophobia is not a snack, sadly.” Tammy said.
“Then what is it?” Sesha said , grabbing two handfuls of popcorn.
“It is a phobia. A mental disorder.” Tammy said.
“Why would they serve that here?” Sesha said.
“They don’t.” Tammy said.
“Tammy. Are you drunk?”Sesha said.
“Drunk, hypnotised, affected.” Tammy said.
“Why? Who did that to you?” Sesha said.
“The movies.” Tammy said.
“What?” Sesha said.
“Cherophobia is a deadly thing. You know the scene where something bad happens when you are extremely happy?” Tammy said.
“In which movie?” Sesha said.
“All.” Tammy said.
“Ok.” Sesha said.
“It has an impact on us so deep that we can never fathom. Like it had on my aunt. That was not cherophobia, though” Tammy said.
“I don’t see where this is going.” Sesha said.
“I don’t know what ‘it’ is. But I know where we are going. To the place where we will be hypnotised to believe that bad things always follow the good and that the world is a place to be scared in.” Tammy said, her eyes now glassy.
“You are crazy.” Sesha said.
“Ssh. The movie is about to start. Have some cherophobia, will you?” Tammy said.
***End of story***
Thanks for reading this post. I was not attacked by aliens, if that is what you believe caused me to write this post. I read an article on how movies impact us and it might do us good to be aware on what beliefs we pick up and whether they are true or simply absorbed from movies. Movies are after all a figment of someone’s imagination.