EVERYONE - my parents ( Dad , if you happen to read this , please allow me to continue under your roof..........:D :D) , my friends ( Don't you dare to gawk at me , I know EXACTLY what I'm doing) , my cousins ( Ah! I wish!) and well-wishers ( You know very well what I mean "Doctor- Who"???) have asked me a zillion times to write about it. And here I'm with my bag and baggage.
Well , people who know me very well says I can do algebra better than the "love in the air" and have tagged me as the MOST unromantic specimen of the planet earth. (ouch ....that hurts). And I believe this is going to be one hell of a shock for them. ( I can think of nothing but of a really WICKED laugh!!!).
"LOVE" - the most beautiful four letter word you can ever think of. The warmth it creates , the rush which it can make in your system is just undefinable. I'm not willing to do any vain attempt to recreate all the poetical beauty of love and just make it a complete trash. I just can't.
Like a wonderful rainbow , it has got many shades. there is this father-daughter love ( I think , by far , its the most beautiful one , dear folks , he is THIS BIGGEST love of my life!) , mother-daughter love (Can be strained at times , but East or west , Mummy is the best) , then you have the similar son-father , son-mother love , love for your siblings ( Sure , you guyz fight a lot , but still you just cannot be without them ) , love for your friends ( Sometimes they make you want to kill them , but if there is anything you want to talk about under the sun , even at 2 am , they are willing to listen to your blabber.) .......Fondly remembering and paying respect to my best buddy Dheeraj and his "great love and the truly unforgettable underwear quote"....DJ.... You are Great , Man!!
Moving on with my list........Student-teacher love ( You know , you have this one particular teacher at school whom you love and admire so much and you like the subject she/he touches just for them.......forever Usman Sir and Rekha Mam) and then come your puppy-love for all the good-looking people in this world , crushes you had which everyone knows about except "THAT" guy/girl and I was saving the best for the last----your FIRST LOVE.
And I'm told that your first love would always be special , because no one else can never ever take that place. It doesn't matter even if you are 70 , your first love always have that place , just in that corner of your heart , as a memory or a beat. Even their sight from miles away can unleash a thousand butterflies in the pit of your stomach........or so they say.
Can love happen twice? I was asked once. I don't know what others think , but my answer is NO. I totally support King Khan In Kuch Kuch Hota Hai...."Hum ek baar jite hain, ek baar marte hain, aur pyaar, pyaar bhi ek hi baar hota hai....".
That ONE right guy/girl who can make you feel like you are one of a kind and make you feel like a whole , just come once. You either grab it or let him/her go. So it makes it "extremely important" to KNOW what we are doing. They all say love is totally blind. And chances of banging your head at somewhere sharp is more in that blindness. By wearing your heart on your sleeve and trying your luck with every guy/girl you have your crush can do nothing but HURT you. And that too , terribly.
Be sure of what you want at first place and think with a clear mind. Always abide by your heart because it can never guide you wrong. But still , even after all that , you feel your doing right , what the hell are you waiting here for?! Most of the authors from the novels (I have had my share of trash) asks you to go ahead. After all , who doesn't love a happy ending?
When we quote the opposites , we say hate is the antonym of love. Which according to me is completely wrong. Hate is just love gone wrong. You know what is the exact antonym of love? IGNORANCE. Complete Ignorance. That person behaves like you never even exist in this galaxy can hurt you much , much deeper. (Oh no , I didn't say any of this. Courtesy to Amish Tripathi of Immortals Of Meluha.)
Love can hurt. Love gives you pain. Love can even make you kill. But still love is beautiful. Its something similar to that clouds in the sky just before the downpour. You cannot feel the clouds , but you can feel the drops of rain quenching the Earth's thirst. You cannot touch love either , but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything.
(Endless gratitude and tons of love to the movie "A little Manhattan" and the one who suggested it. I doubt I can ever meet someone as crazier as you about this movie. And the lines you kept forwarding was just heart-touching. So , thanks a million for that from the core of my heart......:) :) )
LoVe and sMiLe more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.......And I seriously have this intuition that my Dad is going to soon kick me out.....:D :D
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