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||In my defence..

Tonight I have decided to take up a Herculean task and I know I might get a lot of flak for it but tonight, TONIGHT I'm gonna *attempt* to defend Ae Dil Hai Mushkil. I'm gonna attempt to answer all those people who go "Really? You like that movie?" with a not-so-slight hint of judgement in their voice. Tonight I will attempt to explain to you why the plot of a movie isn't everything.

So okay, let's start with why most people don't like the movie. Too much drama. Check. Wannabe unexpected plot twist. Check. Hype to friendzone. Check. Overpriced casting ensemble. Check. Blah. Blah. Blah. People will go on and on if you just utter the movie name in front of them. Eh.. why am I wasting my energy then? I'd rather focus on the good parts now.

For me, whether or not I like a movie is hugely dependent on my mood, the phase I am going through and most importantly, if it's the slightest bit relatable. To tell you the truth, I'm really not that hard to please when it comes to movies. Some people might go so far as to say I have 'bad taste' in movies. But let me tell you this right now, let me burst your bubble of illusion - we are not film critics! We are citizens of a country where film and cricket are on almost as high a pedestal as religion. So why exactly are we always trying to be a know-it-all about how the 'cinematography' wasn't good enough or why the actor just. could. not. act. We are a part of a nation that loves drama!

Have I ever told you I digress? So anyhoo. Most important. Relatable. If you'd just be patient enough I'll take you through those tiny, infinitesimally small moments that are the heart of this film. I'll start with my favorite.

1. When Ayan has had a great time with Saba, this is during the song Bulleya, towards the end, where they're both walking away from each other. They have huge grins plastered to their faces. They seem like two adults who have it all figured out, who know what they want and who have what they want. Cut to Ayan, a flash of Alizeh's memories cross his mind and the pain that is so. damn. evident. Can you honestly tell me you have never been in a party, or with friends, having fun and then someone says something and your train of thought just.. derails. Maybe it's just me but I have burst out crying mid conversation, walked right off of a dinner table, sometimes even ran outside to handle the overwhelming power that memories have over you.
Also, this scene is so similar to the one right at the end of Kabira.. Ranbir with tears in his eyes just.. walking out of places has sort of become the finest point of his acting. I have no idea if that's a good thing.

2. The pagalpan that Alizeh and Ayan share. You absolutely have to HAVE to have a paagal in your life to realise how important this is. And I cannot stress this enough but having friends as crazy as you is the greatest anti depressant there ever was.

3. The dialogues. Some dialogues are definitely cheesy. But I would definitely judge you for not being a true blue Bollywood fan if you did not like the ektarfa pyaar dialogue.

4. The music. Ofcourse the music. And this I'm pretty sure nobody would disagree with. I clearly remember how excited I was when the music album was released. One song after the other. The way the music is timed so perfectly in the movie is also one reason why I love it. The first time I watched the movie, I had instant tears when Channa Mereya came on and I don't cry easy in theatres.
Mehfil mein teri hum na rahein jo, gham to nahi hai
Gham to nahi hai
Qisse hamari nazdeekiyon ke, kam to nahi hain
Kam to nahi hain
Kitni dafa subah ko meri tere 
Aangan mein baithe maine shaam kiya.. 

I take my words back. THIS. was my favorite part of the movie.
I loved this song when I came out and was disappointed when this stanza wasn't part of the actual song in the movie. But at the end, again, with such apt timing, these words were absolute magic.

#endrant


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