Established in 1960, Krishna attracted crowds from as far as Uppal - sans MMTS and vehicle-friendly instalment offers, this distance was considered galactic. The theater hasn't metamorphosed much from its debut version. The seats are still all wooden, flat and merciless. And the hall continues to screen films from the '60s - you are quite likely to catch 'Sholay
' here even today, as we did on our visit. And pardon the audio system if Yeh Dosti
sounds like a Ghulam Ali rendition. Even the screen needs a wee bit of your sympathy, as the mole appearing on Samba's forehead might actually be a rat, trying to steal the limelight from Gabbar.
It's advisable you reach the place on foot, and carry sufficient supplies of analgesics. The parking area is friendly - con-friendly. Stay a good 20 feet away from the bewitching loos. And if you can't regulate your bowels, buy a pint of itthar
from the nearby Patherghatti-Charminar
market before entering them.
It is disheartening that one of the few theaters in the city that still screens Bollywood blockbusters from the yesteryears is facing decomposition.