In an era where love and fuck dominate the young minds I am pleased to say that I am quite young to have experienced all shades of emotions in my life.
Is it an exaggerated truth or a pompous lie? I could not have answered myself had it not been about somebody’s life and then I realized that I was asking the wrong question.
I aimed for a course correction and here I stand grappled by the love paradox. Is love for real? If yes then what is this so called super hyped phenomenon that every dick and harry is boasting about.
Frap pant yet pejorative is the situation and I hope to witness no dawn. I always saved myself the trouble of getting into the chaotic situation of resolution but seem it‘s time I face it by the horns and shed my cloak of imperviousness.
I used to believe there are two kinds of people, those who experience love and those who want love. As I am not a staunch follower of non alignment, I will firmly place myself in the second category. I thought I knew what this love is but then I realized how obsessed I was. Obsessed with myself (not to mention I love the story of echo and narcissus). But then evolved a third kind of species related to love in form of a unique equation. I am talking about people who are confused. Confusion is by default the coliseum of morons like me who battle all their lives just to beat the purpose of obvious. Obvious is nothing but the feeling of happiness. Love comes in many forms but there is one thing that it always unfolds in your lap, the prospect of happiness. If you are not happy you are definitely not in love.
Love is an emotion of need and self. Need to keep self happy and in the pursuit of that happiness we tend to make others happy. An animal does not respond to your love but out of an emotion that tends to make him feel connected and happy. Be it anything that I have desired, I have desired it for myself. It’s not that I have anything against your happiness but I desire that happiness with me. I want to see us happy together. That is how it should be.
Had I been a gal I would have been very emotional. I had to be because of the weight on my chest but I am not a gal and I am not emotional. How often I hear such arguments and I wonder what it really means? Either people associate emotions only with gals or they have a special liking for playing male chauvinist. I am neither of the two and I am still waiting for someone to come up with a device to measure emotions to fill in their big mouth.
Love is not a protocol that you can dictate. It’s more of a situation that often happens. The big plus is that people like being in this situation for some time and when it starts getting monotonous they tend to shake themselves off. Folks fancy their ideas of carnal love (you can’t mix up here, trust me) and sometimes their own obsession which demands tutelage of their mate results in the doom. More often people submit and hit the docks hard but that’s how things move in this world and I see nothing wrong in that. After all, love is biological. The feeling is serene not because of the released oxytocin rather it fulfills something running in your head most of the times.
This is no equivocal text written to sweep some people off their feet or to divulge some new theme of the main stream cinema but only to hit some thinking brains and ignite a little spark of the practicality. It’s not easy to see your near and dear ones suffering because of this bipolar love syndrome but then you can’t preach all the time. It’s high time that people should really understand what it means to move on. It means forgive and forget. If you can’t forget you can’t forgive and if you can’t forgive peace will elude you all your life. Why drag baggage from your past? You have the whole wide world open to you, full of new opportunities and exuberant souls. Love (whatever that means) will only come to you if you are open to welcome it. And if you think you are very tuff then pretend nothing is wrong in this world and you can survive anything. In words of Richa ‘you don’t have to appear sad even if you are doomed’. Learn the lesson that nothing stays forever. Things that don’t change often fall before the autumn. Modify your code and switch to the one that has some variable you can change anytime because you never know what you thought will stick is vanished in the gloom of this world. It’s your shadow that disappears in the dark first.
Everything will be fine only if you have the balls to decide your own fate. Nobody will comfort you all time so better cut this shit off and stop this rona dhona. Nobody dies without anybody and if you can’t make your life worth living, make sure you at least survive it. I don’t want to live cribbing about something I don’t have and I have the courage to accept that now I have to manage without it.
I am not against relationships as I have seen people grow in somebody’s shade. It’s just I have realized that some people are not made for relationships and I can see where I am grounded.
