A movie is just a like a mirage. Showering a ray of hope when it is much needed and shattering the same when you get closer to it. It is often said that movies are a potrayal of what happens in life. Well, how true is that?
It is as true as the fact that the south and the north pole just lie next to each other or that summer and winter co-exist or a baby is adroit in all the languages in the world the moment it is born. That much true. No, not frustrated again.
Just hopefully hopeless. Funnily tragic. And, enthusiastically tired.
A Movie is just not a movie. It is a series of moments wherein everything can happen. Where miracles are as simple as a lichen growing on a moist surface. Not at all a wonder. Even more so, expect-able.
A dying cancer patient is the most beautiful women you ever came across with long curls, perfect skin, as enthusiastic and cheerful as an early spring blossom.
The kid who has the most terrific aunt, who has lost all his family and loved ones turns out to be the President of the country. One song, just one song, hardly 5 minutes. Or let's make it sound a little grandeur. Just a matter of 300 seconds. Viola! The poor, hardworking soul transforms into an overly handsome and rich and successful eligible bachelor. A villa is built and renovated and destroyed down in seconds.
A wedding gets called off just one hour before the scheduled time.
A family who has always misunderstood finally attains enlightenment and all things fall into place.
Lovers from past life meet and re-unite.A knife stabbed into the inter-ventricular wall of the heart is just fine. The hero is going to survive anyway. A bomb-blast kills everyone but leaves the hero only with a eeny-meany-tiny scratch on the forehead.
Shooting stars fall down at the rate of 24354356 cm per milli second so that you can say a dialogue and rewind about something/somebody and then after all the flash back, finally make a wish, when the star has just moved an inch. A beam of light falls on you and you are the chosen one. The most blessed of all.
People actually realize and apologize when they hurt you and in the climax all seems to make perfect sense.
It goes on and on.
Probably by now, you have come up with your own conditions to crib about, didn't you? Congrats. Happens.
Maybe the movies aren't what we experience. Maybe it is just what we would like to experience.
Wanting something and getting the same are two different worlds. Oh yes, and where a parallel universe exists. Where aliens understand your mother tongue.
Where, where, where, you, you, you, something, something, something...
But it's never too late to hope isn't it? One thing that movies have taught me, Hopeless hope. Really, depressingly, not funny.
Sometimes, nothing makes sense. But alas, not making sense at all is as wonderful as a late winter's moon than non-sense like questions asked in examinations. (A bird is flying 100 feet above the ground. A child was crying. What is the mass of the particle on the moon which is traveling at the speed of 45 km per second?)
Sigh. I will let you know once my trip to Jupiter is over.
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