I
love Bollywood movies; well, I love most of them! I cannot claim to be one of
those movie fanatics who watch every movie 10 times and have all dialogues
memorized; but I do genuinely like them.
I
like the music, the rhythm and a joyful crowd dancing to its beats. I enjoy the
colorful portrayal of life. I find the love of people most satisfying; be it
for girlfriends, spouses, kids, parents or for the nation. And I cry at even
the slightest hint of broken dreams. It does not take great actors to move me
to tears; just a slight twist in the story is enough.
But
even while I’m shedding a hundred real tears for every fake tear on the screen
(and miserably trying to hide them from my movie-buddies), I’m continuously
reminding myself that the end will inevitably be good. Things will suddenly,
magically fall into place and there will be a guaranteed ‘happily ever after’. That’s
probably the more criticized part of Indian cinema. That’s absolutely the part
I find the most worthy of praise.
Because
in the end, aren’t we all trying to find our own ‘happily ever after’? And even
if we spend all our lives trying to find it without ever succeeding; do we want
to be told upfront that it does not exist?
Well,
I don’t!
I
want to keep believing in the inevitable happy end. When the world around me
goes upside down, I still want to be hopeful about future. Even if I make a
hundred wrong decisions and a thousand mistakes (Dude, I’m just a kid. I’m
allowed to!), I want to have faith that things will fall into place with just one
swift, magical movement of the wand of fate. I want to keep believing in an inevitable ‘happily
ever after’…
Because
I need to. And also because everyone deserves a happy end.
