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Wednesday, 15 July 2015

After Riding Off Into The Sunset

I always wonder what happens after 'happily ever after'. I highly doubt anything ever remains happily ever after. It isn't the way of the world. After Simran grabs Raj's hand and takes the train to her future, what happens? He doesn't have a job, neither does she. What are they going to do? Live off their parents? He's easygoing, she's slightly neurotic. In what universe is that relationship ever going to work out? What about all those Bollywood films which show these college going kids getting married without having done anything worthwhile. Like, um, getting a degree perhaps? Or standing on your own two feet? No, no we must get you married first and foremost. At least they aren't showing that anymore in the current Bollywood films. Girls are standing on their own two feet. In 2 States, she has an MBA and is doing as well, or even better than her boyfriend. Queen is not about her finding a man, but about her finding herself. Khoobsurat, though not a geat film, did show her as a physiotherapist. But that isn't the point of this post. The point is, how many of those love stories actually succeed?
How long before you see all their flaws? How long before the phase of excitement about forbidden love wears out? Can the magic actually remain? How do we know? Would Romeo and Juliet have worked out if their families had accepted them? You have to admit, part of the attraction was the fact that they were from rival families. So what happens when the curtains close? What happens when life happens? It can't be all passion and looking at your partner through rose-coloured glasses? I guess movies don't show it because we don't want to see it. We don't want to see a relationship falling apart. It's too real. Going to a typical romantic movies is almost like wanting to forget everything for a while. Just wanting to live a dream for two hours. Whether it's by staring into Fawad Khan or Shahrukh Khan's dreamy eyes, or by drowning blissfully in the incredible voice of Atif Aslam and several other singers. It's interesting to imagine what it would be like to look like one of the actresses and have someone who looks like Hrithik Roshan serenade us.
I guess I'm just one of those people who likes to think about what happens after the film ends. Do Bunny and Naina stay together? Or is his desire to travel the world stronger than his love for her? How can she expect him to give up what he loves when she won't? Will he get bored of the everyday 'dal chawal'? How is that a fair relationship? Despite my habit of doing this, I still love to watch and read love stories. It's nice pretending that the world is perfect for just a little while. We live in reality most of the time, we deserve to fantasize a little. It's funny how I found a GIF that actually described this post.

The Foremost Thing On My Mind

I wonder why I haven't posted in such a long time. I really am very lazy. Well, I've begun my second year of college and I've started going to the gym, because according to my mom, I was growing to be the size of a hippo. I might be exaggerating a tad bit. It's been horribly hot in Hyderabad, even though it's supposed to be monsoon season. It's almost as if the rain gods, if they exist, are mad at us. Forgive me if I sound disjointed. I really am wondering about what I should write. I guess the foremost thing on my mind is the way I look. I know it sounds narcissistic, but what can I do when people all around me are giving me advice about my skin, about my body? What prompted me to join the gym was a lehenga in which my love handles looked like two lumps of jiggly cake batter. It's true what they say, a minute on the lips, a lifetime on the hips. Why is looking our best so important to all of us? We can try to deny it, but looks do matter. Not as much as brains and intellect, but good looks do wonders for your self esteem, for your confidence. And honestly, who feels like crap when you try on a dress and it's too tight? You. I remember tears coming into my eyes when I looked into the mirror and my mom didn't really help with her look of horror at the amount of weight I'd put on.
Looking your best shouldn't just be for some boy you like. Looking your best should be for you. Harping on my Psychology teacher, we must first learn to love ourselves before we expect others to love us. I can't help but wonder when that day will come when I look in the mirror and I'm truly happy with what I see.
A half-hearted attempt, but something. I promise the next one will be better.Fingers crossed!