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.