A lot of people, a few heart broken Devdas friends from different walks of life, a few confused lovebirds and a sensible fellow blogger (Thauseef), inspire this one.

Romance/Love โ€“ these are probably the most written about topics after sex. Although these are the most basic of human needs and the most well understood of the lot, the first in the list – Food ๐Ÿ™‚

You turn around in the mundane city and you see people walking around hand in hand, cosy and comfortable in a crowd of over a hundred, longing to hear the voice of the โ€œboy/girl friendโ€ and the likes. It was interesting to note that if any one of these people is asked what is it like to be in, as they would prefer to call it, Love, none of them can come up with an answer. They would mostly come up with the clichรฉd you have to experience it to know what it is. I wonder what Keats/Shakespeare/Byron/Coleridge were thinking when they wrote so much on the topic!!! Of course, they were gifted with education and the art of expressing themselves with words.

Then, it struck me.ย  The people I have been observing are mostly people who would go in with what is in fashion. In other words, if I can convince the lot, that the sun sets on the east and people who believe that are the ones who are cool, well I can prove a lot of physicists wrong. ๐Ÿ˜›

Going by that fact these lame lovers have done nothing but go with the flowโ€ฆ followed the โ€œherd mentalityโ€ and fallen in “love”. Sometime ago, this rather good friend gave me advice… โ€œYou should start seeing someone, you know. It helps you make wiser decisionsโ€ Must say that helped a lot. Taking it in the literal sense, I ended making lesser fashion faux pas and not making a fool of myself.

Wonder why the concept of love is so misunderstood. It is after all something obscure and beyond understanding of many.ย  Love these days seems to be more complex. It is supposed to, from my various readings, make everything around seem more beautiful, everything is supposed to be making more sense now than ever, make you the better being you always wanted to be. But now, from observations, people seem more kept to themselves, confused, nonchalant about the others or the surroundings etc. Does Love require to be redefined? Or has Love Evolved with time?

When my love swears that she is made of truth,

I do believe her, though I know she lies,

That she might think me some untutor’d youth,

Unlearned in the world’s false subtleties

Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young.

Although she knows my days are past the best,

Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue:

On both sides thus is simple truth supprest.

But wherefore says she not she is unjust ?

And wherefore say not I that I am old ?

O, love’s best habit is in seeming trust,

And age in love loves not to have years told:

Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,

And in our faults by lies we flatter’d be. – Shakespeare

Something that is precisely missing from the modern day relationship. Actually, any relationship, any day without the basis of trust will nevertheless end in the most painful manner. After all man is one of the most insecure beings ever and trust does not come easy. That could possibly be the reason for the umpteen number of people cribbing about breakups and relationships that just wouldn’t work. I see an uproar coming up.

And for all those who have been there and done that, and can relate to love/romance and everything beautiful that comes as add-ons, you should definitely be able to correlate to this.

When age chills the blood, when our pleasures are past —

For years fleet away with the wings of the dove —

The dearest remembrance will still be the last,

Our sweetest memorial the first kiss of love. โ€“ Byron.

First Love or True Love or whatever it is that you call it… makes you realise how beautiful the world actually is and after that no matter what, you jsut dont want to let it go – You remain forever in Love. ๐Ÿ™‚

21 thoughts on “

  1. nope.. havent stopped wrting as yet.. lots of posts coming up.

    Am on vacation and all the posts will happen in Dec! ๐Ÿ™‚

    Thanks for keeping track of happenings here ๐Ÿ™‚ *hug*


  2. actually i dont kno whc was more intersting ur post or them comments!?

    newaz love i think i wot they say Loss Of Valuable Energy … LOL


  3. “But now, from observations, people seem more kept to themselves, confused, nonchalant about the others or the surroundings etc. Does Love require to be redefined? Or has Love Evolved with time?”
    Perfectumundo! ๐Ÿ˜Ž
    PPl i know have claimed to have fallen in love with chat friends to the point t hat they had to choose b.w them and the “real world” bf’s .. .yuckko yuckkk….


  4. well well lovell, this aint the rt place to get into intimate discussions about our privates, the growth and prominence of ones mop in such areas… but then having gone thru ur blog i shud have seen it comin…. one can feel the stench of the crap-load ur blog holds from bytes and bytes of data away.

    …and u do sound as if ur tryin too hard …to sound funny… well that aint workin mate. you just come across as a desperate immature kid, tryin too hard to please. i would say …grow up?

    moreover this is someone else’s place… so i guess i dont have a rt to say much, but u dont seem to be bothered lovell,.. dont ya think its kinda inappropriate? oh prolly that understanding is beyond ya… my apologies



  5. oh from the fascination point of view? yes… i guess its.

    anyway, the idea wasnt to barge in and puke.. forgive the intrusion…

    and you lovell, well.. you aint really worth my time.



  6. y god y????? y would anyone want to write incognito on my nice little blog????

    Personally, think any form of love is beautiful, isn’t it? and as long as trust goes, it is one of basic things that form any relationship, and then it also strengthens with the relationship. I aint a professor of human relationship, but it is fascinating, nonetheless.


  7. errr… hmm… i feel, well this is my personal opinion, that you are constraining the whole concept of love to the one between ‘consenting adults’… probably coz of the frame of mind you are in… ๐Ÿ˜‰

    but if ya look at ‘other forms’ of love, as one may call it, probably its difficult to define, to fathom and to measure…. and hence no laws apply

    coming back to ‘consenting adults’, at times trust is a by-product of love… and at times the other way around…

    may i take the liberty to quote Anais Nin here,

    Love never dies a natural death.
    It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source.
    It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals.
    It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

    and probably like some one said, ‘the way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.’……
    so if ya ask me, the ‘trust’ ya talk about is just an excuse…

    yours truly,
    Dubito, ergo cogito, ergo sum

    p.s: ‘If a man should importune me to give a reason why I loved him, I find it could no otherwise be expressed, than by making answer: because it was he, because it was I’ (Michel de Montaigne)


  8. Thanks for the mention in the blog, and more important title, “sensible”…while there are critics who instead called this particular post of mine, confusing, unclear and wannabe, i do believe that their opinions are based on the fact that they are my closest friends, and have been bearing update after update for over two months….as someone told me today, “Familiarity breeds contempt”.

    That apart, I have said too much about this topic already, and wouldn’t want to add some more insights in your blog space about it. Final words on your post…while an attempt at descriptive philosophy is noble and bold, sometimes one has to agree, “small is beautiful.”


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