Okay, so there are lots of things I love to do, but the major one is watching movies. Indian movies and high school movies are my all time favourite and the reason isn’t far fetched. I LOVE ROMANCE. I love the way they portray love, and the whole process of falling in love. It makes it appear ethereal and though I can’t claim to have been in love for real, watching these movies gives me an idea of what to expect.
I actually have an indian movie on ‘pause’ while am writing this, so as not to lose this line of thought (this is my 4th time of watching this movie by the way). I’ve also watched high school musicals time and time again that I can take up the role of each act without missing any word or action. It just takes me to love land!
But this is where the real problem starts, not just for me but for most other young people, and I think the females are the worst hit. All our lives we’ve watched and read stuff that paints love in a specific way(Thanks to Disney) and we expect it to be so when we leave love land and come to the real world.
First, you watch a movie where two people in love go out on a date, sing, dance, play… and you see that as the real picture. Then you can’t wait to experience this. And suddenly… Luck shines on you and you’re in a relationship! So here’s the pattern it takes…
Girl meets Guy. Guy claims to love you, and though he isn’t the exact replica of Troy or that cute Indian guy in your dreams, you decide to go ahead and give him a chance just to feel the much-anticipated love.
Then you go on a date to a quiet restaurant. I’m assuming that at this point you’ve overlooked the fact that he doesn’t have a car and you had to jump Okada and buses(why do these movies always make us believe that the guy will have a car, even the 15-yr-olds?).
Well for the optimist, you probably won’t let that dampen your first outing with him. Now you’re sitting across from each other, feeling a bit nervous and having conversations about each other, while awaiting your sausage roll and bottle of coke (That’s if the babe is the considerate type who understands that he prolly doesn’t have much money and orders affordable meal).
After dinner or lunch as the case may be, he walks you home and probably throws in a kiss in the bargain. And when you lie on your bed reminiscing about it all, you feel an anti-climax rather than the much expected climax. What you expected all along isn’t what you are getting no wind whispering in your ears and blowing your hair, no heart stopping moment, no dancing and singing but you don’t want to give up on him yet. So, you call him up on the phone and ask him to sing you a song. You’re already dreaming of Troy singing Gabriella one of those heart melting songs and you fancy yourself replying back… and then he bursts your bubbles,
“Actually, I can’t sing”
Oh my God he can’t sing?! You won’t give up on love easily so you decide to give it another try.
“Ok what about we go someplace tomorrow, a club maybe, just to dance?
You still want to experience the drama in your books and on your screen. Another bombshell drops!
“Am not a good dancer either. Well, actually I dance well when alone but am a shy dancer”.
And that’s it! All your innocent dreams are chattered and you try to stay on in the relationship, but the charm, the magic you’ve seen in these movies is just not there and you can’t take it any longer. You quit the relationship.
But it doesn’t end here. You’re still a firm believer in Disney love and probably at the time of your break up you listen to this line in Celine Dion’s song- Love comes to those who believe– and you decide to give love another try. But each time the end result is the same.
So after series of trials and after your bubbles have been busted more times than you care to count, you decide to come back to the real world and understand that love is all about trials and heartbreaks. Then you probably grow up and begin to live in the real world or you keep believing in fairy tales and waiting for the day a guy with blue eyes, broad shoulders, lean hips, great voice, terrific dancer and a body made for dancing comes your way.
As for moi, I guess I’ve refused to wake up (though my reaction to these movies takes a different turn- I find it hard to date any regular guy, so rather than give it a trial, I stay and wait for the day the guy with the whole pack in one comes along. My friends say that’ll be a lifetime). My friends have accused me of being a helpless romantic but I don’t mind. It works well for me, at least no heartbreaks.
All the same, I’ll like to plead with Disney to stop tantalizing our hearts and mind o. It’ll be better if they act movies where a couple fall in love, trek to the roadside buka, eats akara and pap, sing and dance to Fuji and walks back to the guy’s one room apartment. At least we wouldn’t have to expect much and meet with disappointment.