The four lettered fiasco!

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.