It is 2 pm and a Wednesday. I have a list of errands I need to finish ASAP. But here I am watching Maine Pyar Kiya on Youtube. Because I can. Because it is that kind of day.Because somebody’s Tumblr post reminded me of Salam Khan, my first crush. Because when you are thinking too much about your own failed relationship, it is a relief to watch an unreal one in reel. …and as I watch this movie, for the 27th time, now after eleven years, I am more than convinced that WE, the people of South Asia are dramatic by default.We love extra hard, we hurt extra hard. We cry, laugh, LIVE extra hard. We have background music for every emotion and choreographed dance routines for every occasion. Our religions are too theatrical, our festivals are too colorful, our costumes are too intricate, even our foods dammit, are too flavorful. We give it all, we expect it all; in relationships and in romance, in love and in life. We expect our friends to be our family- support, share, stand up for us like we will stand up for you, against anyone, anywhere. We expect our lovers to be our soulmate- grow with us, commit to us, live like this union is sealed forever; love, always, fanatically, LOVE with body, mind and soul. All of it. Intensely. In sunshine and in rain, and specially in parks around the trees. WE are the People of Passion. We Live out LOud. Don’t know what I am talking about? Ever tried Bollywood?
(Source: neharaysays)
