Frankly, my dear, I don’t give a damn

We humans are an opinionated lot. We love arguing. We love proving a point.

Last week the husband, myself and 2 of our friends watched Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara (ZNMD). I loved it. I loved it so much that I want to watch it again. And that hasn’t happened to me in a long time. The husband liked it as well. As always there were loads of status updates on Facebook about the movie. Many of them compared it with Delhi Belly that had released a couple of weeks ago. There really isn’t any ground for comparison between the 2 movies but considering they released 2 weeks apart and both were largely hyped, comparisons were bound to follow.

The husband got into a debate with a few of his friends on why he enjoyed ZNMD more than Delhi Belly. His friends didn’t agree. Each of them (including him) typed out these massive, gigantic comments trying to prove their point. The reason this prompted a post from me is because I don’t think I would do the same. I really don’t think I would bother arguing. Let me explain with an example.

I love Karan Johar movies. The sets might be too grand and the clothes too expensive. So? I think his movies have humor, drama and they always manage to touch a chord. However there is a large population of people who love to trash his movies. ‘Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham is absolute junk’, someone once told me. I am a huge fan of the 2^nd half of the movie. Hrithik living in Shahrukh’s house and not telling him he is his brother, Jaya being able to sense Shahrukh as soon as he comes near, Amitabh bringing up the fact that Shahrukh is adopted (that quite broke my heart), what’s not to like?  I have lived in the US for almost 2 years now and I still tear up regularly when I miss my parents. I watch something fun on TV and the first thought in my mind is that I need to talk to my brother because he is the only other person who will find it funny. So yes, Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Gham appeals to emotional fools like me. Moving on to Kal Ho Na Ho. Every single person who trashed the movie rubbed in my face the scene where Shahrukh runs out of the hospital towards the end of the movie to meet Preeti Zinta. I totally agree that it was a stupid scene. But I loved the humor in the movie. I thought Shahrukh and Saif were awesome together. And the basic premise of the movie was handled brilliantly without turning it into a sob fest. Live your life and enjoy every moment because kya pata, kal ho na ho.

There probably was a time when I defended the songs I liked and the movies I loved. Somewhere along the line I stopped. I realized that there was no point fighting people who had logical arguments. Logic would always win. I guess when you like something, you just do. How do you make someone understand that you like it because it makes you feel a certain way?

So ‘To Each His Own’ I tell myself. And every time someone tries to talk logic about a movie I love, a tiny voice in my head says - (in the words of the great Rhett Butler) Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn!