Every time I
feel the ardor to pen down my thoughts,
all it takes is a laptop and apt resistance with processed ethos to put my butt
on the chair and type things that prompt my mind at that second. Not until I
chose to write about LOVE, complication or sensitivity, I don’t know how to
define unleashed the fluctuating part of my mind that I never discovered all
through my adolescent years. All I was taught is to marry the girl and bestow her
with all the love, and if ever I tried to reverse the approach, I would become
unconventional and idiosyncratic to my family and culture. What seemed love to
the last generation is a “melodramatic drama over-acted” to this generation and
what may seem today might become a serious misconduct years later. With
generation’s making its way forward, other than the "common term" nothing can echo
the past, or be the same in the decades to come. Is love as simple as that?
Great authors have become so because they jotted down about love, great
directors have become so because their story revolves around love. I don’t
justify the fact that you just become great by writing about love, but doing so
needs astounding amount of character and composure because good love is
difficult to express and if accomplished with purity, you get the tagline“GREAT”. .jpg)
Becoming great is not my idea only
because I am writing about love. I just want this article to be a kaleidoscopic
shadow of the four letter word that still accompanies memories for many,
inferred death for some, given life to thousands, nurtured pain for millions, yet flourishes to
be one of the most delicate and valuable feeling, LOVE.When I happened to pass by one of the
stone benches in a park, I just stumbled upon to listen to a man in his
eighties singing to his wife “wo ni te” and his wife blushing with the same
words again. I never realized he was proposing her in Chinese language until
after two months, by chance I learnt the British version of it. Love always
stays far from genuineness and it has the chance to become exhausted if it is
routine. Reality can never blend with
love, and if it happens it becomes colorless. This is the solitary reason love
today is suffering at the hands of break-up. Though the younger lot may
seem matured and the ready-to-face reality attitude would command them, when it
comes to love they always want to step into fantasies, wishing the other to be
unrealistic, dramatic, heroic, hilarious and different every day.
If science says that kissing your
wife everyday can increase your lifetime by 5 years, the comic part says that
having one can reduce it by 15 years. Love is after all how we contemplate
things. If u enjoy the unrealistic part, consider and digest the realistic one,
you become a master of love, and if you do it the other way, you become
psychologists and philosophers. Now, people in love do things just because they
are angry. Many breaks up their mate just because they dint find true love, and
many love because they can break up and move on. We lodge in a world where we
run faster than the clock itself, and emotions like love when they are born
amidst the evils of the world, should be treasured and pursued with all the
life.
Convenience thing happens to be the
villain of present day love. Everyone is busy, everyone works, everyone is
literate and so everyone happens to be wise and demanding. You must know to act
as a fool sometimes in love because being so dismantles the boundary that
causes ego, misunderstandings, and possessiveness. Without commitment love is
nothing but pure infatuation. Without the passion it is just a dedication faked
by heart. Without nurturing even the best of lovers can shrink and die.
Commitment and convenience creates love, the crux of life; dedication with
passion can make love overcome the burdens of life; nurturing it can make our
life laudable and satisfy the sense, we are sent to this cosmos.Every happening in this universe has
a reason, and some when they disprove this theory, remains eternal. So is
motherhood, so is LOVE. The best of philosophers have already given an account
of what love is? What love was? And what love should be? Sometime we dogfight
all the time with our cared and still remain contended and sometimes we manage
to keep ourselves happy in spite of controversies between. Love is the root for
all the great stories in this world, not just the romantic one but also the
love of a mother, for family or for country. It requires the utmost
vulnerability. Defining true love should be beyond the bounds of possibility not
because it’s vulnerable, but because there could be nothing as true as the love
itself.
Love should remain a hypothetical
question, when explored by mind and if done by heart, it prevails to be one of
the most eternal, charming, engaging, exquisite feeling proved by many,
disproved by some and still worth for all the people to experience the feel of
life.
