High School Musical

I was in school when I was introduced to the movie by my elder sister.
We used to dance to the songs, hum them along, and basically feel joy in watching it.
Especially back then when the only way to watch the movie was when Disney channel decided to telecast it.

Recently, I happened to watch the movie again. All three of them. (The last movie I watched was Gully Boy and I do NOT watch movies, but IDK why I did so. Not a good thing, though.)

Anyway, this is what emerged when I re-watched the trilogy:

Some moments and scenes in the movie reminded me of some exact scenes happening in my own home – my Mom screaming to get things done, or Mom asking to shut the TV (Mom, it is HSM – it doesn’t air daily!) because a relative had arrived, or my sister neglecting my jumping around at some points in the first edition.

It made me think how some things have a narrative attached to them. I have moved on from all of that – not being acknowledged because I was the youngest in family, my movies not being given equal importance as Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi, relatives are always more important, your joy is our joke, and all.

I basically re-lived those moments in my old home – the ones I had no awareness of affecting me so deeply, so much so that I had moved on from them, however, they somewhere still lived within me.

That is why, moving on is so important.

When you stay stuck, you stay stuck.
When you move on, you do move on eventually, so much so that you forget those things altogether (unless of course you do not recollect them).

Move on, baby. You will actually move on.