Well i have nothing to do...So i decided to write on a subject on which i have little idea by experience but enough by learning...Its something that brings us immense pleasure...and yest might bring us maximum agony...
Its something you might fall into accidentally...and some mite have accident cuz they hv fallen into it [:)]..
I am talking about love...Sometimes disguised as attraction...sometimes branded infatuation...
To be true by real experience...I have loved ,except my parents and relatives ( some of whom i shudnt have!!!), maybe just one girl...attractions maybe to a few more...but love...real joy ..just one...Her name is secret and she knows it...but i m not as lucky to have her love me back...
In my whole lifetime ( which is a decent 18 yrs now )..I have proposed about 10 girls or round about...Though none is last in almst last 2 yrs...
Now what do we feel is love... Why do we feel it...Is it that love is a cause for living...or living is a cause to love...Whichever way round...we sometimes , in today'z world , dont really fall in love... We simply fall in d trend... Which is to love a girl...go out wid her...
In today's world...Love is mostly a trend , a status symbool to have a gf...You go out and propose to a girl...Then persuade her to say yes...Then u r officially in a relation..and you are GOING AROUND wid d person...even though u literally mite not be...Den it is a duty to call up 10 times a day and start and end conversation wid love u...not subscribingto which u r bound to anger ur luvd one...and then u have to spend xtra time nd effort patching up...den u need to take her out to dates nd dinners...give her gifts..be the frst one in mrng and last1 at nite to talk...and indulging in all d stupid talks ...sometimes lying..sometimes exaggerating...another imp feature is the brakup and patch up which happens frquently just to add up spice...
What is love to me??
Well it is like a form of energy ...the ultimate form of energy...It is when u r in condition to attain enlighten ment...It is wen ur soul is one with the soul of someone else...and words are no longer needed to communicate...
It is a boundless realm ....of energy...and can be dangerous too... Just like our body produces other vital ingredients for us to survive...Love is produced in our body every day... it manifests itself in everything we do...But wht if u r alone... When we r alone...when we hv no one to love...the love keeps on collecting inside us...it searches for outlets..and wen dere r none it strts making us desperate and frustrated...u can feel it pulsating inside ur body wen u have got a chance to love someone...or even be with a gud frnd for some dayz...
Its a hard feeling when kept bottled up... But when expressed truly it is most blissful thing evr to happen to u...
To be happy in life..you need to have and give love continiously...
Ya ...as i havent been in a srys relation i cant say... i m too inexperienced...but i have seen others around me...and now they are undergoing the agony of aftermath of love...But what i think is ...cant it be more simple and exciting...cant it be just the natural way love flows... cant it be tht if i feel something for a person...we can be more of best frns rather than going around... Why is it tht wid a guy best frnd..u dunt hv to tlk whole day to love each other...u can jst be urself...why not so wid someone u really care about.. i have no problem about going out and all... but y d lies.. y d pretending... y the constant need for saying luv u...wen its written all around in air...i fail to understand the modern day love...
I fail to understand myself...
Maybe tht d reason y havent experienced the bliss or agony of love for some years...maybe thts the reason i have no gf... maybe thts d reason i dont have d courage to go up to a girl to tell dat i like her..and wud like to know more about her ...instead of jst proposing her...
Maybe dats d reason y i sometimes feel unhappy...of being alone...
But the only reason i know is tht i write this... so tht d reason might find me...rather than me finding the reason...
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