Engeyum Kadhal – Ich Ich Ich..

Indian movies has this taboo of lip kisses so this is the most we go on screen 😉

Last year, at about the same time of the year I remember declining my inner temptations of running to the nearest cinema to catch Raavanan upon it’s release. This year, the same final exams did not manage to stop me from abandoning my Surgery notes and drive down to Butterworth to watch Engeyum Kadhal. Of course Prabhu Deva isn’t anywhere near Mani. But do I feel guilty? No. The movie captured my heart so badly. I agree it didn’t have much depth or story but I’m a sucker for excellent cinematography, authentic locations, LOVE and of course the Prabhu Deva element.

The title says it all – Love Everywhere. PD appearing at the opening introducing Paris as the Capital City of Love, moving around gracefully around the city capturing couples all over the place felt awesome. I was smiling – from this ear to the other. Because it was my fantasy. Of finding true love. Of keep believing in love though life disappoints me. Of looking out for the prince charming galloping on the white horse. It’s a fantasy I tried my utmost best in denying. After the tough 2 months, I got sick of the depression. I wanted to crash my brains in a blender and pour the disgusting content into the sea. I wished my heart was made of pure stone and metal which will never allow any light through their atoms.

The past one week has been a break. I am brave to admit that I am happy. I am brave enough to say that I deserve more happiness. A series of unfortunate events may have turned my back towards the main thing i believe in life – that Love makes us humans a little more than just blood and flesh. Ram told me that it’s really painful to see a love worshiper like me being bitter. He was right. He IS right, as usual. Being a coward and running away from loving selflessly is not who I am. My soul is not made of stones. My heart doesn’t pump oxygen alone. It thinks. It helps the brain to think passionately. I can’t just shut it off and expect my other vital organs to function optimally.

Again I got reminded of a movie that taught me of destiny and fantasy – Dil To Pagal Hai.

What did I tell you about my obsession about musical romances? It’s a miracle that I don’t hire a troop of musicians to serve me through out my life. Each time something happens, a background score is composed. Now that would beat any Indian cinema. Thank you Prabhu, for giving me a Tamil DTPH. Now I can sleep peacefully.


And one fine day, she decided to change her look

Deepika is Crazy

I found this questions in a blog. Looked interesting, so let’s get going. 🙂

Questions:

1.  If you had to eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
2.  Do you write your blog posts in advance or the day you post them?
3.  Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?
4.  What is your favorite candle scent?
5.  Coffee or tea?
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1.  If you had to eat only one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Tuna sandwiches. So far I survived a week on simple tuna sandwiches. Without those extra lettuce and tomatoes. They give me this extra sense of happiness for each bite. And I feel more health conscious.

2.  Do you write your blog posts in advance or the day you post them?

On the very time I’m about to post them. I prefer scrambling with the keyboard rather than writing in advance on a paper or something. Blogging is a way of expressing what you feel at the moment. That’s why my posts are very random and superficial at times. Guilty as charged!

3. Have you ever ridden in an ambulance?

YES! My rides were more casual. I went to school few times by ambulance. Privilege having a dad who works in the government hospital.

4.  What is your favorite candle scent?

So far it’s lavender.

5.  Coffee or tea?

Though I’m a coffeh0lic, when it comes to choosing between the two, my vote goes to Tea. Sipping hot tea while reading a favorite book and curling up on the couch on a rainy day is the perfect paradise. Hot tea makes me extra relaxed. Hot tea makes my dysmenorrhea more bearable. Hot tea reminds me of the evenings I have at home with my mom, gossiping about our daily happenings. Tea reminds me of the breakfasts we had together.

Arabic Mint Tea that we had in Tarbush – when we got chymed 🙂