A Movie, A Missed Workout, and a Big Question

Yesterday evening was a little different for me. Out of nowhere, my friend called and asked, “Shall we watch a movie?” After a long time, I was about to hit the theatre again. But one problem popped up my gym workout. Skipping the gym always makes me feel guilty, like I’ve betrayed my dumbbells. For a few minutes, I argued with myself, but finally, I pacified my inner fitness freak with the magic line: “One day is OK.”

So off I went. Honestly, I had no idea what the movie was. My friend promised it had good reviews, so I trusted him. The theatre vibe was nostalgic, and soon the screen was filled with nonstop action gunshots, fights, and of course, the mandatory Tamil movie love story. The hero was brave, loyal, and madly in love. So far, so good. But then came the twist the hero was ready to change everything about himself just because the heroine wanted it. His likes, dislikes, habits all reshaped for love.

That’s when a question struck me harder than the hero’s punch: Why should we change ourselves just for someone else? Love, loyalty, and trust matter, yes, but isn’t it strange to sacrifice our own character for approval? A relationship should celebrate who we are, not redesign us into someone else’s idea of “perfect.”

Anyway, deep thoughts aside, the movie was fun, the action scenes kept me glued, and the popcorn didn’t disappoint. Afterward, I grabbed supper, laughed with my friend about a few over-the-top scenes, and then crashed into bed.

I may have missed my workout, but I gained a new question to chew on. Sometimes, movies don’t just entertain they make you wonder about life itself.

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