India, April 5 -- The innocent charm of queuing up for tickets at a cinema hall, eventually procuring one at triple the price from the ubiquitous tout, and coming out to the foyer for a cigarette during the interval will never be back. All that will remain is the nostalgia, writes Chandan Mitra

One movie hall that will never get erased from my memory is Chanakya, with its distinctive architecture and plush interiors. Apart from watching umpteen movies here (preferred because the DTC's night service buses ran past this hall and took us to Mall Road in the Campus). Also, it was in Chanakya that I hosted a film premiere. As Secretary of my College's Students' Union Society, I successfully persuaded Manoj Kumar to give us the premiere of Rot...