There, I said it. I love chick flicks - the kind which is made only to depict a happy ending. A boy meets girl love stories - a lot of laughter, a few tears and then the feeling of everything is alright or will be. The final hug or kiss is a promise to that effect. I have always wondered why women love such movies , why they love to read about them . Now, I know why I do. I used to think its for the obvious reason - an escape from reality for a couple of hours. And now ? I like it for the optimism - the belief that everything would be alright in the end. I do not necessarily agree with the love conquers all, I would do anything for love , I would die with out themes but I agree with the basic feel of it. That there would be a beautiful sunset in the end. Come ot think of it, it is not blind optimism. Have you not noticed how most things, most unwanted things that we entangle ourselves in, have a way of unraveling some goodie after a while ? And at the end of it, what is wrong in looking at the world with rose tinted glasses, once in a while at least? Its not illegal, its affordable and your neighbor does not have to call the cops over it - so why not?
And this realization dawned after watching the worst chick flick of all times - Aisha. It was no chick flick. It is a colorful photo album of Sonam Kapoor that daddy Anil is flaunting to the world. But where is the love, the tears or even the sunset. All we got was lots of fashion and a ladder!
Looking at my collection for a good one to watch. Aah, I think I know the perfect one - All about love.
