“Hi Baby!”
“Hi Sweetheart!”
“Checked the new pendent, I sent? Liked it? ”
“It is awesome, love! Thanks…”
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…….Will Rajat and Roshni meet again?
…….Will Roshni’s love bring Rajat back?
…….Will Shreya snatch Rajat from Roshni? (Yuck!!!, Macho kharaab kar ditta ladke kaa!!)
To know more, keep watching……….”%$$%*&^&^%$- The Real Love”… next Monday, same time.
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Dear Heaven!
The catastrophe for the day finished. I am back to life again.
But these things on and off the reel, wheedle me to ponder over this MAGIC word.
MAGIC? Yeah, they say so, may be…even I agree somewhere deep down in my élan vital.
Some years below my chest, I happen to read something by Peter Ustinov.
He says “Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.”
Is it?
Truly?
Though I yearn strongly that this is true, I am left forlorn in this legion where love has been materialized and quantified exact to the third place of decimal.
Third place of decimal!!!!!!!
Did I say that?
Painstakingly, yes, I did so.
May be I was living in the 18th- -19th century and one day I woke up to know that love is not the same as Charles Dickens described saying, “A loving heart is the truest wisdom."
Now what wisdom?
Love is now a luxury and everyone wants to afford it, Young blood, an imported watch, nice deodorant , a cool faded pair of jeans, and a love bud…dy…!!!!!!
Whatever!
I am finding it difficult to breathe here.
“Hey Homo sapiens of posterior! What have you done to this air? It is extremely polluted.” Foolish man, it is called the Greenhouse effect…..You are really ignorant.
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“Hey friend! I love you.”
“What? You a gay or something?”
Aaraghghhhhhh!!
Is love only for a Man and Woman?
In other times (with less learned people like me) this very objective definition of now-a-days love was called sex and not love.
In other times (with less learned people like me) this very objective definition of now-a-days love was called sex and not love.
Answer the following question:
Love can be between:
1) Father and Son
2) Father and Daughter
3) Mother and Daughter
4) Mother and Son
5) Two siblings
6) Two friends (any gender)
7) A person and a pet
8) All of these
What?? What did you say? No answer matches!!!…………Why?
Oh, Dear lord!
I have been ticking “All of these” for centuries and now they say, “None of these” must replace this.
Love is meant explicitly for two individuals of opposite genders now a days!!!!
Thanks to the kid staying next door. He is 7 and knows more than my 6000 years.
Bible says:
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.”
And that is completely awry now a days………
I mean patient, kind, no proud, not angered, trust, never fails!!!!!!!
Were words been imported from Pluto or the writer did not had a dictionary to check the meaning of all these words?
“Last 4 of my loves have failed in past 7 hours, I am broken.” Someone uttered last night to a Loveguru over some radio channel.
“Ohh, did you? You rotten fella, go get yourself drowned.” I tried to murmur.
“Get yourself and your foolish concept of eternal love out of our fast track world punk! I’ll search a couple of new love over FaceBook in matter of 21 nanoseconds. Out you fool” The sound grew bigger.
I had no other choice but to quit.
Every 7 out of 5 of us is in pain, called love.
Doctors curing mental stress caused by love and its FAILURE (I still cannot withhold it) are making bundles by giving colored tablets which have no medicine value.
Why the hell did Sophocles said " One word frees us from all the weight and pain of life: That word is love."
I really need to ask him. Back in the hell we do meet Sophocles.
Things like Emotional Atyachaar (An Indian TV show) and blah blah… are there to take revenge in love.
And this kills Reinhold Niebuhr every now and then; he was a fool who said "Forgiveness is the final form of love."
Forgiveness!!
Kidding or what?
Who except the Supreme Court of India forgives now? And why should one?
Men have Macho and Women have all the equality right, don’t they?
I think I need to be back to my conch shell. That is the best place to be in.
The place where a man can love other, I can love the calf of my grandpa, I can touch the feet of my father with all the pacific of love inside me.
The abode where my mum kisses my cheeks, where I can imperiously announce that at 24, I love my bother more than anything else in this world, the stead, where no one question me if I need a girl/lady/marriage to be in the same lot, the place where I can feel free to have friends whom I love from the encore without justifying their gender and “what is between us” thing.
May not befitting to this realm, I want to believe every drop of what Philip Larkin said,
What will survive of us is love.
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make………… Learn to Love Unconditionally!!
