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It’s not unusual when you have to stand in a queue. A queue could be anywhere: in petrol pump (gas station) or temple or, as it happened with me this evening, a lavatory. It was the interval watching a disappointing Indian (Bollywood) movie called Om Shanti Om in Jay Nepal theater. I had drunk two cups of coffee before the going in front of the screen. That was really at the front. I couldn’t get tickets for more convenient place at the rear and I didn’t feel like returning from theater without watching the much hyped movie I ended up in a seat on second row from the front. I was worried about my neck but, as of now (after about five hours from the end of the show), just like any other necks: fit and fine. Continue reading