<p class="bodytext">I live in an apartment complex behind Sampige Theatre in Bengaluru’s bustling Malleswaram. I was disheartened to learn of its impending closure. However, I soon adopted a philosophical stance, acknowledging that change is inevitable and the old must often give way to the new.</p>.<p class="bodytext">My mind wandered back to the 1960s, when I first arrived in (then) Bangalore in search of employment. The city’s enchanting weather, gentle people, and vibrant cultural scene captivated me. As a young bachelor working at the Defence Research and Development Organisation (DRDO), I had ample opportunity to explore the city’s diverse movie theatres.</p>.<p class="bodytext">There were movies in every possible language—a true reflection of Bengaluru’s tolerant and eclectic culture. My cinematic journey began with Jeetendra’s <span class="italic">Jigri Dost</span> at the air-conditioned Kino theatre in Seshadripuram. Bengali movies, including Satyajit Ray classics like <span class="italic">Pather Panchali</span> and <span class="italic">Apur Sansar</span>, were screened at Rex Theatre as morning shows and my friends made it a point to take me to watch them.</p>.<p class="bodytext">As defence employees, we enjoyed concessional tickets at the BRV theatre. I distinctly remember watching Dustin Hoffman’s <span class="italic">The Graduate</span> and <span class="italic">Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid</span> starring Robert Redford and Paul Newman. We would be lost in the pitch-black darkness of the movie theatre for a couple of magical hours. </p>.<p class="bodytext">Though my Kannada vocabulary was limited and I barely understood the language back then, my colleague insisted I watch at least one Kannada movie. So we walked up to the States Theatre in Majestic to watch Girish Karnad’s <span class="italic">Kaadu</span>. I could follow the storyline, thanks to my friends who provided audio subtitles.</p>.<p class="bodytext">Majestic was the hub of Bengaluru’s cinema scene with iconic theatres like Movieland, Kapali, Sangam, Abinay, and Tribhuvan. I was fortunate to see the legendary Raj Kapoor when he had come for the première of his directorial venture <span class="italic">Ram Teri Ganga Maili </span>in one of these theatres. Incidentally, his 100th birthday was recently celebrated. </p>.<p class="bodytext">One theatre in the 1980s, interestingly, was even rumoured to be haunted. The story went that a man, despite warnings that the theatre was haunted, went alone to watch a movie and was terrified to find a ghost sitting beside him. He fled the theatre in panic and ran into a policeman who was also a ghost! </p>.<p class="bodytext">My most nostalgic moment was watching Hrishikesh Mukherjee’s <span class="italic">Satyakam</span>, with its powerful dialogue still resonating in my mind: <span class="italic">“Satya bolne ka ahankar nahi, satya bolne ka saahas chahiye chahe wo sach kitna bhi apriya, kitna bhi kathor kyun na ho” </span>(to speak the truth, you need courage, not arrogance, even if that truth is disagreeable or cruel).</p>.<p class="bodytext">As I bid farewell to Sampige Theatre, I am reminded of the profound impact these cinematic institutions have had on our lives, fostering a shared cultural experience that transcends generations.</p>
<p class="bodytext">I live in an apartment complex behind Sampige Theatre in Bengaluru’s bustling Malleswaram. I was disheartened to learn of its impending closure. However, I soon adopted a philosophical stance, acknowledging that change is inevitable and the old must often give way to the new.</p>.<p class="bodytext">My mind wandered back to the 1960s, when I first arrived in (then) Bangalore in search of employment. The city’s enchanting weather, gentle people, and vibrant cultural scene captivated me. As a young bachelor working at the Defence Research and Development Organisation (DRDO), I had ample opportunity to explore the city’s diverse movie theatres.</p>.<p class="bodytext">There were movies in every possible language—a true reflection of Bengaluru’s tolerant and eclectic culture. My cinematic journey began with Jeetendra’s <span class="italic">Jigri Dost</span> at the air-conditioned Kino theatre in Seshadripuram. Bengali movies, including Satyajit Ray classics like <span class="italic">Pather Panchali</span> and <span class="italic">Apur Sansar</span>, were screened at Rex Theatre as morning shows and my friends made it a point to take me to watch them.</p>.<p class="bodytext">As defence employees, we enjoyed concessional tickets at the BRV theatre. I distinctly remember watching Dustin Hoffman’s <span class="italic">The Graduate</span> and <span class="italic">Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid</span> starring Robert Redford and Paul Newman. We would be lost in the pitch-black darkness of the movie theatre for a couple of magical hours. </p>.<p class="bodytext">Though my Kannada vocabulary was limited and I barely understood the language back then, my colleague insisted I watch at least one Kannada movie. So we walked up to the States Theatre in Majestic to watch Girish Karnad’s <span class="italic">Kaadu</span>. I could follow the storyline, thanks to my friends who provided audio subtitles.</p>.<p class="bodytext">Majestic was the hub of Bengaluru’s cinema scene with iconic theatres like Movieland, Kapali, Sangam, Abinay, and Tribhuvan. I was fortunate to see the legendary Raj Kapoor when he had come for the première of his directorial venture <span class="italic">Ram Teri Ganga Maili </span>in one of these theatres. Incidentally, his 100th birthday was recently celebrated. </p>.<p class="bodytext">One theatre in the 1980s, interestingly, was even rumoured to be haunted. The story went that a man, despite warnings that the theatre was haunted, went alone to watch a movie and was terrified to find a ghost sitting beside him. He fled the theatre in panic and ran into a policeman who was also a ghost! </p>.<p class="bodytext">My most nostalgic moment was watching Hrishikesh Mukherjee’s <span class="italic">Satyakam</span>, with its powerful dialogue still resonating in my mind: <span class="italic">“Satya bolne ka ahankar nahi, satya bolne ka saahas chahiye chahe wo sach kitna bhi apriya, kitna bhi kathor kyun na ho” </span>(to speak the truth, you need courage, not arrogance, even if that truth is disagreeable or cruel).</p>.<p class="bodytext">As I bid farewell to Sampige Theatre, I am reminded of the profound impact these cinematic institutions have had on our lives, fostering a shared cultural experience that transcends generations.</p>