Yes, bring it on. Lemme start by acknowledging the puns and smart-a** comments of all my gifted, über intellectual and super witty friends. The most popular, winning pun ‘male’ was not lost on me and may I admit that it is not entirely out of context here (though I assure you it’s not the pivotal fulcrum of this particular piece of writing.) There, having gotten that out of the way, let’s get on with what I want; I want mail.
As I’m so often wont to digress or detour or ramble or interrupt or plain simple get carried away in most of my conversations (ALL my friends, who know the garrulous me, are vigorously nodding their heads), allow me to take care of that as well, right here in the beginning itself. Isn’t watching an old movie very much like re-acquainting oneself with an old friend? And what better, may I ask, than an everlasting, quintessential love story. Ahh!! The nod of the wise ones, now they get it! Yes, I saw ‘You’ve Got Mail’ and fell in love all over again, for the umpteenth time.
I fell in love with the love story, aren’t we poor little schmucks for mush like that?
Girl hates Boy<<Girl meets Boy<<Girl doesn’t know he is THE Boy<<Girl finds anchor<<Girl starts liking Boy, little, little<<Girl comes into her own<<Girl realizes he is THE Boy<<Girl falls in love with Boy, little, little<<Girl has Anchor, Friend, Lover and what a miracle they all are ‘THE Boy’!!
That’s us, us women. Love us or leave us. Everyone loves a good love story; heaven forbid the hybrid, new age term they use now-a-days, rom-com. Ugghh!! Blasphemy!! It’s two people falling in love and it’s a love story. Period.
I fell in love with the characters, dearly adorable, very easy to relate to – us, right? People like you and me? Articulate and very distinct character development. Alrite, movie review be damned, I related to the character of Kathleen Kelly – strong, independent woman of today, knows her mind, speaks it too, the right touches of grace, manners and politeness, and a big ocean of sentimentality underneath all those layers. Just need the right man to come along and she’s all yours, forever.
I fell in love with her bookstore. A friend and I long ago decided we’d do just that someday, given half the chance and resources in life, it’s a dream I hope to materialize, when all is well with my world. Open a little nook of a book place that serves hot cocoa with Danish pastries, some blueberry muffins baking hot in the oven, a batch of cinnamon buns with hot chocolate sauce poured over them and lots of chatter and laughter washing over my place. Yes, the baker in me will be alive and kicking by then. Oh and I do make a mean glass of cold coffee too.
I fell in love with the fact that each time I see a movie all over again, I come up with a new perspective of find something I completely missed earlier. Imagine my sheer and utter surprise when I found myself humming along the tune of
I'll take the legs from some old table
I'll take the arms from some old chair
I'll take the neck from some old bottle
And from a horse I'll take the hair
I'll take the hands and face from some old clock
And baby when I'm through
I'll get more loving from the dum-dum-dummy
Than I ever got from you
A song I learned to sing along the piano to Ma’am Mehta’s tunes way back in class 7. Now how often does that happen? A real sprint down memory lane it is, me at the speed of a ‘lightning request’ song playing itself out on the school fête.
And finally, I fell in love with the idea of falling in love. Heard of it lately? It’s the one thing that keeps us going, bound to come back for it again and again, makes the world go round, puts the sunshine in our life, plasters a stupid yet dazzling smile on our faces, can’t get the teeth to stay in, a twirl when we walk, a gallop when we run, it’s what makes the birds sing. Want the Big Picture? It makes it all worthwhile at the end of the day, ensures you sleep with a half smile and wake up smelling the coffee.
` I tell ya, ‘There is a lid for every pot. Go/find.’