HAPPINESS

Growing up, I always thought one sounds highbrow when one reads intellect stuff or watch art movies. As, when I was growing up, there were no blurring of lines in cinema, it was either art or commercial. I always enjoyed Sridevi’s cheery movies to any dark cinema. Anything unhappy would damper my mood for days. Though I happen to watch all the art movies of 80’s and 90’s, while growing up as I was addicted to an idiot box then. I enjoyed listening to Bollywood peppy numbers, as it would open my eyes in the morning rather than soulful music, which was good for soul, but couldn’t snap me out of my slumber. As a person who has studied cinema, it was difficult for me to admit, that I love feel good cinema.

My immediate two influences put me into habit of reading. One’s favourite was the classic ‘Gone with the wind.’ Another one was an ardent fan of Jane Austen’s novels. And I didn’t like both, made me wonder if I don’t have finesse to enjoy the books or I simply do not have the interest in reading. Till I found Jill Mansel’s love stories, which would plaster smile on my face for days and I get oblivious to my surroundings. I can live in my fantasy world.

Now, I am not ashamed to admit that intellect stuff doesn’t bring me as much happiness as the mass stuff does. Lot of people look down upon that section of society who likes mass stuff as they find it silly and its inanity to give any message. But they need to understand it is them who are being unreasonable. People should be free to enjoy what makes them happy and not getting judged for choosing their sources of happiness.