So here we are again....back to that nonsensical yet unputdownable (anyone opposed to self-flattery can go to hell) musings of a young college-going guy (now, here is where i point out the obvious "are college goers any older?? in INDIA".. anyway,time we gave some leeway for "dramatic license", which no doubt has screwed up many a movie adapted from a book).. so, i can hear some of you guys saying "what now??"... "Not one more ode to the legacy of writers (real writers need not bother to imply the implications of this line from my writings) who undoubtedly use five or rather ten words where one would suffice" ..well friends what i would like to point out is that "THIS IS A FREE COUNTRY".. i can blabber as much as i want and hey i am typing so all you tree-huggers can stop bemoaning the loss of valuable paper... so there, that gives me the freedom to muse as much as my king-size (ha ha ha.. you read that right!!!!) brain would let me...
Now that i have decided to pour (err.."type" would be more precise) my heart out and acquired you unwittingly (here, people unwitty by nature may substitute "naturally") as my reader, i shall start...what i would be troubling my grey cells for the following lines would be something thats in the air before matrimony and in the gutter afterwards...ya thats right (even if your guess wasn't.. never bother) its "love"..."love", that multi-million dollar movie maker.."love",that unceasing heart-breaker.."love", cursed be the maker (i know that sounds corny, but hey!!its gotta rhyme wise guy!!)...funny thing,"love" seems to be so fluid a concept (that is, if fluidity could be an acceptable feature of a concept)..so what i mean (ya.. median and mode too for all those PJ kings out there) is,if you look at love in an objective manner (that would be without the cupid's arrow up your rear end), you would find it to be a matter of convenience for certain(for the record, there is to be an emphasis on this word) people of this genre (ok.. i kinda sound old here, but no problem, wisdom need not always come with age and arthiritis)...that is, love for some is just touch and go (and much more than just "touch" for certain lucky lechers!!!)...
Gone are the days of undying love, of romeo and juliet...lets wake up...love has become more human, its mortal now...but hey!! in certain instances, there is a semblance to immoratility ("semblance" coz hey "nothing lasts forever" as is often repeated whenever you get some peace)....but love in itself and in the sayings of a million moonstruck poets (on certain days, me being a member of this populous group) is confusing...they say "love is blind",so i say "does that make the visually challenged, romantically unchallanged??????" (a point my hidebound critics are bound to concede)...
Well,there is a problem today with people (even with me, as many would gladly say.... but hey!! even gods aren't perfect), they can never get the difference between love and its dubious cousin, twice-removed, "infatuation"...there are (regrettably, many so) who don't know that love doesn't exactly mean sending a hundred messages a day to justify the one rupee your cell-service provider deducts daily....it doesn't mean cheesy forwards and "rip my heart and there you are" kinda suicidal crap.. it means more than that, much more than the word "much" could ever encompass...
But, never worry, infatuation, if you can identify it, is a fun way to pass your time...for one, you at least get to while away your time in rosy dreamlands besides convincing yourselves that he/she is the maker's customised manufacture piece for you (if it doesn't work out that well, you are free to use my oft-repeated maxim about even gods making mistakes)....
At the risk of being cynical as hell (as say, Mr.Scrooge on a christmas morning), let me attempt to look at your so-called "love" symptoms in a logical way... first, your heart skips a beat; never fret, thats an air-bubble in your blood, so get a cardio (or a lawyer for your will,speaking pessimistically)..then, you can't sleep in the night; thats probably coz you never eat anything healthy other than a baked disc of god-knows-what flour,topped with some seriously dubious-looking cheese and half a dozen week-old vegetables that are frosted and defrosted so many times that they themselves can't decide if they are fresh or not!!..... finally, there are butterflies in your stomach whenever you see him/her (err... may i ask when was the last time you slept on the garden with your mouth open??)....any other symptoms other than the afore mentioned are to be considered mutant versions of the above...
Now,vilified as i undoubtedly am, in the hearts of my love-struck readers, there is just one thing left to say.... "love" is not a passing cloud,its the perennial sky....its not just a river of joy, but also a rivulet of sorrow...penultimately,its not only about sending messages but also about sharing hearts (besides your money,home and soon-to-cease-being-happy life(ha ha ha))...and so now its time to give all you moonstruck mush-cows, ruminating on memories of your beloved, a melancholy goodbye.......Adios....
Now that i have decided to pour (err.."type" would be more precise) my heart out and acquired you unwittingly (here, people unwitty by nature may substitute "naturally") as my reader, i shall start...what i would be troubling my grey cells for the following lines would be something thats in the air before matrimony and in the gutter afterwards...ya thats right (even if your guess wasn't.. never bother) its "love"..."love", that multi-million dollar movie maker.."love",that unceasing heart-breaker.."love", cursed be the maker (i know that sounds corny, but hey!!its gotta rhyme wise guy!!)...funny thing,"love" seems to be so fluid a concept (that is, if fluidity could be an acceptable feature of a concept)..so what i mean (ya.. median and mode too for all those PJ kings out there) is,if you look at love in an objective manner (that would be without the cupid's arrow up your rear end), you would find it to be a matter of convenience for certain(for the record, there is to be an emphasis on this word) people of this genre (ok.. i kinda sound old here, but no problem, wisdom need not always come with age and arthiritis)...that is, love for some is just touch and go (and much more than just "touch" for certain lucky lechers!!!)...
Gone are the days of undying love, of romeo and juliet...lets wake up...love has become more human, its mortal now...but hey!! in certain instances, there is a semblance to immoratility ("semblance" coz hey "nothing lasts forever" as is often repeated whenever you get some peace)....but love in itself and in the sayings of a million moonstruck poets (on certain days, me being a member of this populous group) is confusing...they say "love is blind",so i say "does that make the visually challenged, romantically unchallanged??????" (a point my hidebound critics are bound to concede)...
Well,there is a problem today with people (even with me, as many would gladly say.... but hey!! even gods aren't perfect), they can never get the difference between love and its dubious cousin, twice-removed, "infatuation"...there are (regrettably, many so) who don't know that love doesn't exactly mean sending a hundred messages a day to justify the one rupee your cell-service provider deducts daily....it doesn't mean cheesy forwards and "rip my heart and there you are" kinda suicidal crap.. it means more than that, much more than the word "much" could ever encompass...
But, never worry, infatuation, if you can identify it, is a fun way to pass your time...for one, you at least get to while away your time in rosy dreamlands besides convincing yourselves that he/she is the maker's customised manufacture piece for you (if it doesn't work out that well, you are free to use my oft-repeated maxim about even gods making mistakes)....
At the risk of being cynical as hell (as say, Mr.Scrooge on a christmas morning), let me attempt to look at your so-called "love" symptoms in a logical way... first, your heart skips a beat; never fret, thats an air-bubble in your blood, so get a cardio (or a lawyer for your will,speaking pessimistically)..then, you can't sleep in the night; thats probably coz you never eat anything healthy other than a baked disc of god-knows-what flour,topped with some seriously dubious-looking cheese and half a dozen week-old vegetables that are frosted and defrosted so many times that they themselves can't decide if they are fresh or not!!..... finally, there are butterflies in your stomach whenever you see him/her (err... may i ask when was the last time you slept on the garden with your mouth open??)....any other symptoms other than the afore mentioned are to be considered mutant versions of the above...
Now,vilified as i undoubtedly am, in the hearts of my love-struck readers, there is just one thing left to say.... "love" is not a passing cloud,its the perennial sky....its not just a river of joy, but also a rivulet of sorrow...penultimately,its not only about sending messages but also about sharing hearts (besides your money,home and soon-to-cease-being-happy life(ha ha ha))...and so now its time to give all you moonstruck mush-cows, ruminating on memories of your beloved, a melancholy goodbye.......Adios....
3 comments:
mate... you have a great blog man! but one does have to say... did you think the same sort of thoughts when you and i were in love with the same female back in the eleventh standard? i guess experience, as mr. sherry would have it (i'm sure he found this in someone's blog), experience is the comb you're given when you're bald...
Who needs more moral policing? Why would I want someone directing / advising me in my personal affairs - be it love or infatuation? Why this elaborate courting ritual that you see - ask your genes, Mr.Darwin and Mr. Dawkins! And read the 'Cartoon Guide to Sex'. :P
I still long for your post. Being desperate now. Get over your exams and show your readers the charm you have in words.
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