I have been always surrounded by a majority of ‘committed’ people. Different
types of people - people who are your life lines, people who are lame, nerds, bossy
one’s, cry babies, shopaholics, stalkers, flaunters, losers (best pals) ,
foodies, fitness freaks, marriage freaks, ‘shit again a break up’ freaks or
just freaks…not a single one being ordinary!
The lone question they have been always haunting me with is “What is Love”.
Furthermore, it is habitually rather at all times succeeded by – “what do you
know what is love and shit”. So, let me go by the line – the best advice is
given by those who have never experienced the same! Get your thinking hats I have
splurged enough food for thought…
Love is when you smile like a
fool. Love is when you do anything for the person you love. Love is when you
love selflessly. Love is when you relay the whole kit and caboodle around you
with the person you love. Love is when commuter traffic looks like melody and
people honking seem like love birds purring softly. Love is when the messy, filthy,
local and deafening fish market looks like the red carpet of the academy awards
and fish vendors like photographers and journalists calling your name out for
paparazzi. Love is when you want to look beautiful or handsome only for that
one person you love. Love is when you blush. Love is when you hear a dreamy romantic
song and understand the lyrics. Love is when you imagine the hero/heroine of
your movie as your better half. Love is you when you wake up with a smile and sleep with a smile. Love is
when you read the messages sent by the person you love a million times, even
the ones sent by you. Love is when you smile while talking on the phone to the
person who becomes the reason for your smile. Love is when your enemies or the
world at large does not matter much because you have the one you love by your
side. It is when you wait for the person to call you and come running to pick
up the phone. Love is when you expect and cry. Love is when after a party
crowded with friends, you come home and rest with that one person. Love is when
you would sneak out and become unpredictable. Love is when you plan to have
grandchildren with the one. Love is when you care so much that you would die to
protect the one you live for. Love is when you cry when he/she is hurt. Love is
when you are never formal, you never compare, when you would never in your
wildest dreams want that fiend tear in someone’s eyes. Love is when you are
loyal and ingenuous, honest and always by the side of the other person in
sickness and health. Love is when you buy for her/him and become contented by
seeing the twinkle in their eyes as the gift wrap unfolds. Love is when you cry
with bliss together. Love is when you follow the assurance of being with each
other always and together. We are mortals in the end; life departs but love,
people – endures forever!
TILL YOU FIND A PERSON YOU LOVE,
YOU ARE AN ASS WORKING-WALKING-EATING-SLEEPING AND POOPING IN NO PARTICULAR
ORDER! That’s what the world realizes you to be.
Afterwards - Party is over my
friend. Subsequent to the mushy romantic running around the trees song in the
movie, the villain arrives. Responsibility-bondage-obligation and duty my
friend! A lavish marriage for the clan, bigger house with society, a bigger
car, kids, lots of poop and puke, medical insurance, their education, rent,
loans and stress, counseling your kids so that they do not develop to alcohol
or porn addicted gothic freaks or become pregnant or slaughterers or terrorists, they
study properly, get excellent marks in the exams and are courteous and well
mannered, they do their grad and post grad and work, mid life crisis, support
them, comfort them and help them grow up and settle and if they do not end
being intelligent fools like their parents to find “LOVE”, get them a
goddammit bride/groom per their behavior and standards, provident funds, become
grandparents, see the lil buggers pooping and puking again, and that smile on
the lil bugger calling you grandma will make your life, pilgrimages, old age,
diseases ..
But there sure is one thing that
remains in all the shit above that gives you a reason to live and accomplish
everything that you had or will have in god knows how many lives…the only one
thing that would fetch the world to your grave saying “what a person”! The only
thing that made you smile like a fool. The feeling with which you did the most
difficult thing with ease… The only feeling that made your day and your life…the
only feeling which motivated you to live and enthused you to learn…to grow up. The
only feeling with the person who believed in you and realized your worth at the
most challenging or problematic times…the magnificent sentiment with the one
you devoted your entire existence ...and the four lettered fiasco responsible for that very existence - LOVE!
Disclaimer – The author is appropriately crazy. The sounds of the
pigeons mating on her air conditioner roof is making her design a campaign to
PETA –“Shoot them they are useless”…kidding she loves animals, pigeons mating
make her happy about the purpose of life! Background - She is generally an
agony aunt and wrote all of the above after having pathetic supper. She feels
like puking now. She wonders how people can cook so bad ...her maid should be
awarded for cooking doleful and tragic poop and making people eat it! Electric
shocks might resolve the mess.
