I'm not a sappy person. If we were watching a cheesy movie and you looked over at me (justastheherotoldtheheroinethathelovedhermore thanhelovedlifeitselfandwoulddoanything toearnherloveinreturn!) you would see me rolling my eyes and thinking, "As if." This attitude applies to action movies, science fiction, horror, and whatever else is thrown my way. I scoff. I'm a scoffer.

But there are exceptions.

I never scoff at Mr. Darcy.

I never scoff at Jesus Christ Super Star.

And I never scoff at Bollywood.

I don't know why, but I adore Bollywood. And it is the very definition of scoffable. But instead of scoffing, I sigh as a tear gently falls. I rejoice in the happy endings, I sob at the tragic endings, my heart soars when the characters randomly burst into song, I envy the dancing, I wish I could wear the costumes.

It's okay with me that other people don't like Bollywood movies. I won't try to convert anyone. I understand... they make my cheese-o-meter go off the charts, too. But I'm not going to stop watching or enjoying them. I might be a little embarassed about it from time to time but my heart belongs to Bollywood.


By the way, my dad asked to borrow one of my Bollywood movies. I was pretty excited...