Smriti posted a topic about love, well, related to Bhanu & Kuljeet, but love, in essence. I wrote somethign about love a couple of months ago on my blog. Check it out and see if you like it.....
Someone's blog entry on love set me thinking about love and the way people interpret it in different ways. We have different ways to show our love for the people we care. To friends, we obviously never say things like 'I love you' most of the time for the fear of being judged that you swing the other way. As a matter of fact, I don't say I love you to anyone at all. It's something I'd like to say to a lot of people, not in 'that' sense though, to my friends, to my family, and to all the people I genuinely care about. And some day I will.
People have their own perceptions of love. I often wonder why people are so madly in love with their bitter/better halves when it's not so with the rest, it's something totally inexplicable, and at the same time, it's funny I've seen normally sane sounding, serious people, smile and blush at the mention of 'that special someone'. But love isn't really all about marriage, commitment, is it? Love is about loving, it's something that's straight from the heart, totally unconditional and yet a very complex thing by itself. Personally, spending time with my family gives me loads of happiness, even if it means fighting for the remote or criticising the lead actress in my Mum's favourite serial or arguing over my least favourite sabzi (which incidentally was prepared yesterday: karela).
Love also makes people what they are. When one is happy with their life, loves people, has people who love him just as much. When I think about people who live away from their families, on account of their job, or for whatever reason, I wonder how they do it. I can't think of living away from my family. I remember when I was five years old, I had to live at my aunt's place for 10-12 days, my granny was unwell at the time, we lost her a few days after that, but I remember crying on the phone, because I couldn't see my granny or anyone else. I knew Aaji (that's Marathi for granny) was unwell, but didn't know she was going to die, and I was really close to her; I wasn't even as close to my parents at the time. But, I missed being at home, I missed being called Little Bo Poop (not Bo Peep, Little Bo Poop is what Daddy (my grandpa) called me). I guess parents find it really hard when their children decide to move out and live alone, some are ok with, there's nothing bad about it, people need their own space, and they're entitled to it. I think it's sad when children dump their parents I old age homes and so on and so forth, it's sad when you don't appreciate what the people who've made sacrifices for you have given you all your life.
But, love has it's share of ridiculous ideas. People think love is nothing short of being in heaven, except maybe, pollution and cows on the roads, but apart from that, it's total bliss. I don't get it when people my age are supposedly in love. I know of someone who changes boyfriends every two or three weeks and calls it love. It's ridiculous. The kind of 'love' I see around me these days, shakes my faith in true love. Love is supposedly blind, but I've often noticed love is deaf, dumb, oblivious to the rest of the world, in fact it's totally numb. Like for instance, there's this stupid couple in our year, which's so insanely in love with each other that the guy sits with the girl on his lap in full view of all and sundry. Fortunately for him, the girl (who I like to call haddi 'cause she's a huge bag of bones) is pretty much the light as a feather types, I dread to think of the poor guy if a 50 kg something like myself sat on him or his lap...whatever. I'm not something great to be sitting in moral judgement of someone else really but people have no sense of timing no sense at all for that matter, I imagine parks are overpopulated these days which is why they chose the classroom in the break when people who don't attend regular lectures turn up as well. Lack of space, I can understand, when trains are overcrowded, you can't expect much from a city like Mumbai, but lack of sense is something lovelorn Mumbaikars seem to have in abundance, irrespective of age. I see it happening everywhere, and I could puke any time soon. You see hardly anyone attending lectures on Valentine's Day because it's (VALENTINE'S DAY). But seriously, I fail to understand why one has to spend so much on gifts and stuff when a simple I love you does the trick. Of course, as stated above, I love you, does not come easy to a lot of people.
People get too materialistic these days, that's the problem, gifts aren't a bad idea, I mean, who doesn't like gifts? But, my point is that, you don't need a day to celebrate things, to exchange gifts, you can celebrate life everyday if you want to. My issue is not just with Valentine's Day but also with Woman's Day and all the other stupid days. Do we honestly need to celebrate Woman's Day? It's almost as if you're appreciating the weaker sex, which we're not, I believe we're miles ahead of men, for one, they can't leave their MCP attitudes back home and come with those inflated egos and think they're great people, well, not all of them are that annoying but a sizeable amount of them are. Have you ever heard of an Man's Day? Barring, the fact that they're happy when their wives are away, and they think it's their day, there is no such thing as a man's day. Although, now that the topic's up, I'm all in favour of a Male Bashing Day.
To round off this piece, I'll just say that, love is a fairly good thing, it's like of a necessary evil, you can't live with it at times, but you definitely can't live without it, most of the time. It is painful on many occasions; it makes way for a lot of emotions like hatred, anger, feelings of emptiness and so on. But I think, at least I and I'm sure all of us, whether or not we accept it, is a different question, need love around us. Deep down, somewhere, we all do depend on it for our existence. We all need that warm fuzzy feeling...
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