Everything.
Love's got ummmm... errr... almost everything to do with Bollywood.

All the way from Alam Ara, released in 1931, which tells the story of a King and his two wives who are at daggers drawn every single moment they are together to Jodha - Akbar, which essentially boils down to an Emperor and his Rajput wife/Empress, LOVE is that singular emotion that has been powering the second biggest Film industry of the World.

Isn't that wonderful?

An industry based on a singular emotion!
(We are looking at the Big Picture here, my dear Constant Fans).

An industry that thrives on marketing and peddling this emotion in a million ways to a Billion people in fifteen languages.

An Industry which still succeeds to keep them entertained, make them laugh, cry, weep and despair in the myriad forms Love blooms on screen!

All based on the fair assumption that its an emotion that can be given infinite faces and infinite events to go with it, and you still end being a sucker for the same.

Over and over again.

Why do we again and again, fall for this singular emotion unfolding on the Silver Screen beats me.
And I try walking up and down the Tinselville alley, in a hundred different directions, and all I see is Love and Love.
Think about it. For all those words wasted on describing us, Indians, maybe there is this little word that gets lost in that Big Old Adjectives Marketplace every time.

This little word called "suckers for love."

Or else, explain in so many words that you think you can, on the scores and scores of stories that come out in different languages as Movies, still manages to find a handful of people spending their money to watch this zillionth version ever.

Close your eyes and think about it.

Your favourite song is one that has Love written all over it.
8 out of 10 times, it is from a Movie.
It can never be the opening soundtrack of Kaante.

Your favourite movie scene is one borne out of Love.
Something that rips you apart when the main protagonists take two different trains to nowhere, or meet together from two different trains in opposite directions.

You see, they have us suckered for good.
Irrespective of the million ways they sell you the same story- the amazing formula of boy-meets-girl- we will still come around to know what happens next.

Doesn't matter if Raj Kapoor peddled you versions of love, poles apart in expressions, right from the smolderingly sweet Andaaz, to Bobby, to Ram Teri Ganga Maili, it kept you hooked, and you never got bored.
Even with this overdose of Sacharin ,you still couldn't get enough of Hrishi da's poignant versions, with Mr.Ghai's over-the-top Loud versions, and all those ketchup-and-courtroom versions in between.

And that is just one language.

Think about an equivalent number of movies, emotionally high voltage scenes written into scripts of popular ones which you can recall at the drop of a hat, and you still keep yearning for more.

And they keep coming.

Because the dream merchants know about our yearning for this sweet emotion called LOVE.

Yes, there will be a Shaan,a Qurbani,an Aks,A Kaante, a Satyaa or a Shootout at Lokhandwala.

But, we are still suckers for more of Love.

We don't need anybody telling us that we need to have a day to celebrate love.

Because here in India, with Bollywood, its a celebration, that will never end.
As long as we long for Love.