You're sitting in the middle of two hefty men in the second class compartment of a local train. There's no space left for the imaginary fourth seat. To kill time, you take out your tablet and start playing Hayao Miyazaki's The Wind Rises from where you last left it. Within seconds, three pair of eyeballs are fixed on your small screen. Blame this behaviour on the irresistible magic of animation. As the film moves on from one fascinating frame to another, none of the three audiences bother to check which station is it outside. And then, the inevitable happens. The buzzer reminding that the battery is too low starts resurfacing again and again. You keep clicking the 'OK' button as stylishly as the villains die in a Hollywood franchise. After all, you don't want to disappoint your newfound fellow-cinephiles. Regardless, the tablet shuts down. You act cool while hearing "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk." on your right and neck crackling on your left. As if you rudely woke up babies from a long peaceful slumber.