Love1
Ravi
was a breezy and flighty young guy, cherished being called an alpha-man.
Displaying pleasing appearance and a sort of machismo, he got many girls
‘killed’. He was smart, had always thought life a rainbow that would stay put
in his horizon forever. A go-ahead young bloke, his domain of friends was well
spread through the college. He had a knack of organizing college functions with
aplomb and that indeed made him the cynosure of all girls’ eyes.
Meena
too was vivacious and flippant. She became crazy about Ravi’s appearance and
popularity. She had her heart pounding and adrenaline rushing whenever she
looked into his eyes. They got married though her orthodox family opposed it and
cursed the lovers.
They had now two new stars in their horizon…
two school going children. Life was a bed of roses for Meena until when Ravi
disclosed her that he was in love with one of his office colleagues and wanted
to marry her. And there arose fracas between them… sudden storms without
warning. For, Ravi had fallen down from Meena’s esteem- a macho man now
becoming a Machiavellian- constantly demanding her assent for his second
marriage.
“You
braggart, did you ever love me,” she asked him helplessly with tear-filled eyes.
Love2
Rita,
a college girl, with streaks of feminism, was called a retro-cutie since she
had a strange flair for watching Rajini Kanth’s flicks released during 1980s.
She was one of his die-hard fans, allowing her to be swept away by the actor’s
film antics like, throwing knife from one hand to another, back and forth,
lighting cigarettes in style and spewing out some punch dialogues. She liked
his performance in antagonistic roles. Though Rajini was a hopeless,
incorrigible villain in those movies, a heroine, like a flash in the pan, would
enter his life and reform him a good, pious soul.
Krish,
though looked like a la Rajini, was really a scamp. However, Rita fell for him
and married him. She brushed aside all better councils against her marrying Krish.
She said: ‘I’m confident of reforming Krish like the heroines in Rajini films
did.’ Woefully, that did not happen. Krish was beyond repair. His boozing and
flirting with women went to new highs leaving Rita a helpless spectator. What
she got from her married-life was beatings and scolding. When reality of life
bit her, she had to bear the sting silently, melting her woes through tears.
I
know narrating these stories may strike a discordant note or blur the color of
love. But then, what makes me to bring such soup stories to light is to show
how the word ‘love’ is mostly misunderstood and how people stretch it to suit
to their feelings. Our perception about love is only knee-deep as we believe
that love is exclusively based on how we feel. Love in fact is still an elephant
to us and we, the rational- blind, touch its single part and boast it represent
the elephant. A guy or girl who is bereft of emotional rush of feelings never
buy love impulsively.
Love
is not a feeling; it is not floating on clouds like the one in movies,
televisions and songs. People in love don’t feel ooey gooey about their love.
However, it is quite natural for youngsters to prefer romance to wisdom since
they are susceptible to attraction to the opposite gender. They could very well
avoid chaos visiting their married life if they realize that attraction is only
transient and wanes as time moves on.
A
girl may like a boy because he is sporting a hairstyle like her favorite star
or speaks or acts like Rajini, but then such a liking is only an instant thing.
Love born out of attractions-physical, emotional, intellectual and spiritual-
may be anything but love. Pitifully, guys/girls saunter into the realm of
marriage believing their attractions to each other as love. But, sooner than
later, they find their attractions or likings dissipate and their love gets
burned by the hard realities of life… realities sans emotions.
To
get into the spectrum of love and lead a happy married life, it becomes
incumbent upon the young to know the intricacies of love and liking. Our
attractions are too entangled in our feelings to see the truth.
What
then is love? Love is friendship without influence or dominance. It is not
built with layers of attractions or feelings. In true love you have no fetters,
can behave as you like. It is your heart where truth only prevails.
If
this being true love, how can one identify it… how can one have ‘dharshan’ of
it as the world become more and more pretentious- full of people wearing masks.
Since fake, make-believe attitudes and artificial Good Samaritan deportment
will not last long, they can be identified if you are a bit patient not allowing
your emotions overtakes you.
My
waxing eloquent about what is not love should not be misconstrued that I’m
against love, making Cupid my arch enemy. I respect love, honor love since I
believe love is the language of the soul.
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