Creative Love

While coming to office few days ago, saw a lady reading the book “CREATIVE LOVE”. Spent quite some time thinking about the same. Could not make much headway. Then read a contrasting quote ” There is only one kind of love, but there are thousand copies”. Thought would ask the enlightened souls reading this that what do these contrasting statements stand for?

A bit of thinking, and you realise… The modes of initiation can be different, and so can be the modes of expression and termination. But does the essence also change? Needless to say, the object of love can also differ. While a soldier says country to be his first love, mathematicians love numbers, a doting father loves hid kids the most, while a romantic youth puts his fiance as THE thing, leaving everything behind.

But then, does all of this end really mean anything. All that matters is a smile, which makes the day for you, a positivity, thats all you yearn for, the comfort of closeness, the joy of well being of the other, and you are ready to go all the way and do anything for the same…

Creativity anyway has been the hallmark of lovers, and many a times a deciding factor in Swayambars as well, but guess “CREATIVE LOVERS” would have been a more apt title.

I know, all this may not make much of sense, so solicit your views to clarify the same.

LOVE DEMYSTIFIED…..

Never claim myself to be a well read person, but am definitely some one, who devours anything worth a read. Read a lot about love, heard that Men are from Mars, women from Venus, came to know different perceptions of love, was forced to hear many a times how the male emotions are different from female emotions, but never ever I found an article so relevant, so accurate, so hard hitting. It gets down to the core in no time, and bares everything. You may hate it, you may despise the words, the choicest words of chauvinism can be used without a second thought, but you can not deny it.

Written by Ramdhari Singh Dinkar, one of the greatest Hindi poets of all times, this is an excerpt from his famous book Urvashi. Its about nothing but love, when looked from two different angles.

Love demystified

 

So, which side are you on? Completely banishing the thoughts of the poet, or an enthusiastic supporter..

Love bites

 Some days ago, a friend of mine nicely defined LOVE as looking for a black cat on a moonless night in a dark room, when there is no cat at all. Some more articulate geniuses claim it to Lake of Sorrow, Ocean of tears, Valley of death, and End of Life. But talk to the proponents of the feeling, and they claim all this to be a hoax, Love is bliss, love is eternal, in love, even pain is pleasure.

Cut, and the scene changes to real world. No doubt, this bug hits most of us, albeit at different times and with different intensities. Some are instant lucky in this endeavor, some are successful in long run, others live perpetually in hope of a success some day while some are outight unlucky. Guess these can be the different broad classifications of the patients…

Cut, and you look at the important matter of family consent … There the broad classifications stand as instant approval, instant rejection, taking time to ponder about the same and then either dejectedly accepting or rejecting the same, else bowing to pressure of the kids, or making them bow to their own pressure.

So, these form a nice set of permutations and combinations of these scenarios , only a handful of them present a nice scenario, where one would like to be…

For the others, LOVE BITES…

Love

This is an irony. An ironical irony. My words fail me. My feelings are content in my heart only & I don’t know why. My effort to jot them out here, to provide them a shape, a form, a name ends in disaster. My fingers are suddenly behaving like recalcitrant horse on the keyboard. But the irony of the irony is that that I don’t know what to display.

Modern science has gone leaps and bounds and has advanced in each aspect. You can peep into the limitless universe, you can predict the vagaries of nature, you can discuss with precision about the human anatomy, but a simple solution evades you. Can you guess, what is there in a heart, can you guess what keeps the universe going, the earth rotating, and making human life fun and pain at the same instant. Perhaps no, or should I say, certainly no.

May be this is what we are looking forward to unravel; this is what eludes us. That’s what we generally do, lot of soul searching. May be this is what they call love; because like the fragrance of flowers, it’s nothing materialistic.

LOVE of love

Do you play/follow tennis?????
Silly question, isn’t it???
But yes, this holds the key to a very obvious answer……
You want to know about love..
For most, its the same story..
At least, for Meera, this was love..
Complete surrender…….
Leaving everything to the hands of other one…
But here comes an irony…
You love your near and dear ones,
But match is always with the opponents,
The one who are raring to have a go at you,
The one for whom, your loss is their gain……..
I never knew, mankind can be so myopic..
Everyone has forgot Mahabharata,
Where brothers killed brothers,
Where no stone was left unturned..
And it is always claimed
” ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR”
So, which side are we defending now..
Love, where you get a complete love from the other side,
or war, where all that matters is LOVE to the other side..
So, friends, gone are the days of Meera,
Here, the only truth is Heera,
Because, as KARNA said….
” JUB HUA DHANURDHAR MAIN NAMI,
SUB HUE MERE HIT KE KAMI,
JUB SOOT-PUTRA KEHLATA THA,
MAIN ROJ ANADAR PATA THA”
This is the inside story…
You can ensure, your love doesnot end in LOVE….
Shine, and I promise the world will follow you………