I Can Cry If I Want To

Do you know the song from the title? Mom always had a couple songs she'd sing around the house: "I'm a nut in a rut," "It's my birthday and I can cry if I want to..." and "Leaving on a Jet Plane." She only ever sung about eight words from any of them, so I am left with the inherited ability to belt out the same whenever I feel like it.

Though the topic today isn't singing badly with my Mom, it does go hand in hand with music. Bollywood. More specifically, the film Baabul. (you can watch it on youtube with English subtitles)

I was sick all last week and the week before, missed two days of work, and spent every evening after work lying on the couch. It was, how do I say it, BORING. And that is how I ended up watching sob-inducing, dance party filled, awesome Indian clothes adorned, Baabul. If you like Bollywood I guess I'd recommend the movie, since you can watch it for free, but if you don't like crying your eyes out, stay away. Stay far away. My favorite part was the clothes and dance scenes, though I'm not sure that the 2 hours I spent watching it was worth that. Too much crying!