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| Love Infection |
Well, I am not chauvinistic in my
approach but I am a girl-fearing man……..sorry a God-fearing man. I have no
plans to lie down on a Love-Ventilator machine and breathe love airs to
survive. Recently, one of the politicians gave a historical statement,
proposing to start a Ministry of Love Affairs in India. Though, this guy was particularly
inclined at tarnishing the image of his opposition leader in an ironical chic, but I think he
wasn’t wrong either. When 99.99% of teenagers in India, love to ‘love’ deliberately,
why not have a ministry pertaining to this portfolio. It will make ‘love’ even
better, bigger and above all- a political affair. It won’t be surprising then,
to see a ‘Love Lokpal Bill’ being passed by the Government without making any
amendments in the original draft. Splendid idea! All affairs, including
Love-affairs will become ‘political affairs’. Ironically, there is not even an
iota of doubt that -‘love’, is what is really lacking in the Indian polity today……..........
We have made ‘love’ a necessity, an obsession and nothing more than an illusion.
But love is not in air, it is in hearts and this is what we need to
understand.
In this era of 21st
century, by default, the two things which every teenager has or rather should
have is firstly, a girlfriend and secondly, a cell-phone. Fortunately or unfortunately
those who belong to my category, and don’t have either of these, are cordially
invited to form an Anti-Love Party (ALP)
to curb this deadly menace. Interestingly, on our recent visit to one of the
leading schools here in Chennai, the Principal of the school seemed so very perturbed
with the issue of ‘Love-mania’
concerning the students that she wanted our social awareness programme to focus
more on a boy-girl relationship. The major characteristic concerning this
disease is that it is communicable in nature. So please; do put on your
anti-love masks whenever you find someone infected. It is like
the tug of war, no matter how much one strives to hold back one’s inner self;
he only gets drowned more and more into it.
‘Desperate’- this is the exact
word which fits each teenager. Not having a bike or a car- desperate to have
one, not having an Apple iphone- desperate to have one, not having a credit
card- desperate to have one and of course not having a girlfriend- desperate to
have not only one but many. I often ask some
Love Gurus, “Why do you love her? /what
makes you admire her so much? /what is so very special in her that you talk
with her for hours?” Most of the times the answers I get are, “It is just a ‘Time-pass’, dude/ Just for
fun /She is beautiful, buddy /She is hot and exotic…etc…. etc”. Ridiculous!
You love someone because you want to pass your time….. You love someone only because
you think 'that someone' to be nothing more than a tool to exercise your enticements and
desires. You love someone because you find someone’s physical appearance ‘hot’
and ‘tempting’. If this is the case then, this is not ‘love’ buddy; this is ‘lust’ and an ‘illusion’. I firmly believe that if a boy jilts with
a girl just for the sake of fulfilling his bodily urge and enticements, he is
unworthy of being loved by her.
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| Love is not in air, it is in hearts |
The intricate
mysteries of ‘love’ are far away from the comprehension of my mental
capabilities but they can be easily experienced by my soul. Surely what is a
handicap for our mind, it is a child’s play for our hearts to understand and
realize. Love is never meant to be understood, it has always been framed to be
felt by one’s soul and dealt with delicacy by the mind. Often the mental and
emotional conflicts lead to different deductions about it but in my context love
is never an outcome of deductions. It is an outcome of emotions. It is the knowledge of heart not the knowledge of brain. Love is life. Love is eternal. Whenever you close your
eyes, you find that individual standing next to you. Even her absence marks way
for her presence every time and everywhere within you. You discover her existence
in every thought you think, in every action that you do, in each word that you
speak and in every breath that you breathe. Every morning when you wake up, her
imagination swings your heart and you see her in every smile that you make. She
is a synonym for happiness, joy and delight. To put her in words seems
injustice to you. She is boundless and can never be curtailed within the limits
of alphabets. She stands as your reflection, your mirror image, as your own
self. Her name is another name for you. Oftentimes when you fail in your tasks;
you see her in every fraction of support and confidence that revives you back
to glory. She is your sea-shore, your airport. She is your imagination,
intellect and your inner soul. The way your heart beats, symbolises her
togetherness at all times. This is what I call –‘Love’.
Love is
not in air, it is in hearts.
Thanks to all those who have made me realize, sensitize and above all
experience ‘love’ in its true nature.
For you my loving brother, Rajat, who loves the modern style of writing
Akshay Thakur
