What is the formula for yum plus yun the whole squared?’’ Although I had stayed up the whole night completing my mathematics homework, my Mallu mathematics professor wasn’t satisfied.’’Yes sir? Formula for?’’ I rubbed my eyes and hoped that my professor hadn’t noticed that I had dozed off. I poked a guy sitting in front of me and whispered, ’’What is he ... yawn ... asking?’’ My professor asked again, this time in a louder tone, ’’Give me the formula.’’ ’’Sir, did you say electric intensity or magnetic intensity?’’ ~-~-~-~-~ I slowly went down the steps. I had been thrown out of class for mistaking my mathematics class to be a physics lecture. I couldn’t help it; I was just too drained. It was the third consecutive night I had stayed up and before you perverts start getting any funny ideas, I had to stay up each night to complete my homework. Life was getting more oppressive than the Taliban regime. I decided that I had had enough - I better take a break. Instead of the previous plan of going to my friend’s place to copy some notes, I decided that I would watch a film - for lack of company, all alone. A nasty autorickshaw ride brought me to Fame Adlabs, a theatre I had grown to like, inspite of the exorbitant ticket rates.