February is here. The month I was born, the month of love and romance. No wonder I am a hopeless romantic. Blame February.
Our generation is fixated with love. As one of my friends had said, we were a generation who grew up watching these sappy romantic love stories, and I couldn’t agree with her more. We somehow got this ingrained into our belief system, that “someone, somewhere, was made for everyone” and one day we shall find that someone, in spite of all the adversities, and we’ll live happily ever after. I will be officially old in a fortnight, and I still haven’t found that someone. I doubt I ever will.
The first guy who had the balls to declare his love for me did not really get the answer he had hoped for. We were in high school then. These so-called “proposals” were a big thing back in those days. Amidst a lot of fanfare and evident preparation the guy said those three magic words to me, “I love you”. A normal fourteen year old girl would’ve swooned, or been ecstatic, or nervous, or would’ve at least had a blushing smile on her face. But my reaction to this innocent declaration of love was, “Dude, do you even know what love means?” The poor guy was so flabbergasted he didn’t know what to say and promptly fled the scene.
Although my friends still laugh, when we look back at that day, I sometimes wonder, was I right in saying those things to him? Did I know then what love meant? Do I know even today, what love is? Maybe that day, that guy cursed me so bad, that I am still figuring out this crappy mess called ‘love’, with no luck, I might add.
I have never freely used the word ‘love’, in the verb form at least; when I can make do with so many other words like ‘like’, ‘admire’, ‘respect’, ‘emotional connect’ etcetera. It feels as if love, the word, was like a beautiful dress gifted to me. It was so beautiful and precious to me that I nicely wrapped it up and stored it in the upper-most shelf of my cupboard, which I rarely look into. And its been lying there for years. Now, when I finally took it out to wear it, its all ragged and moth-eaten. I ruined it. Did I reserve it for so long, that now I might never get to use it again?
I used to be a silly little girl who used to believe in fairy tales. I waited for my Prince Charming and he never came. I think I waited too long. The fairy tale, even if it was only in my mind, is over. Life is not a Cinderella story. It is time to come down from the towered palace and face the practicalities.
I may not be able to define love, but I know it exists, even if in short supply. Love is like a precious metal or a limited resource. So all those who have it or think they have it, please do not squander it away.
As for me, I would say, forget love, I’d rather fall in chocolate.
Happy Valentines’ Month, everyone.
11 comments:
bahut hi well written hai ji!! especially liked the analogies!!
every generation wud've grown up watching their fair share of sappy love stories...it's the movies, I tell u...they do this to us! And then they'll make another hundred chick flicks about how the movies do this to us! and why isn't ur blog pink?
@Ronald: Thanks for the kind words. :)
@Sorc: Every generation would have had all types of movies, but the predominant genre would be different, and thats what defines the decade. Like in the 1970s, Bollywood was all about the angry young man, and the 80s were all about smugglers and dons; the 90s brought in young love and romance. The movies aren't the only ones who do this to us, but its just one of the factors. And hello, why should my blog be pink??!!
Very well written... I can feel from the article...that somewhere you still are optimistic about love, aren't you ? Hope you fall in love soon...and till then enjoy your chocolate :)
@Ummm: I don't know whether I should be optimistic. This optimism and expectation has caused me a lot of trouble in the past. But as you say, I will enjoy my chocolate, as long as it lasts. Thanks. :)
Because it used to be pink. Because pink is you. Because your laptop is pink. Because you want to own a pink car someday. Thought it was an interesting and heartfelt article (maybe a bit chick-flick, tho!) - felt a bit like you were talking only...which is a good thing! :)
dear bon bon...let us not add age to the complex equation called love and complicate it further! if all of us were supposed to meet their prince charmings/princess (wat name shud i use ?? LOL) in youth then there would have been no bachelors/spinsters,no divorces,no heart-breaks, no 2nd/3rd marriages, no marriages happng in the 40's and beyond....etc etc.
half the fun is in finding that person,in flirting,wooing...as they say - its about the journey..:). and i am SURE u have many such fond memories gal!!
so cheer up, keep the faith and have lots of chocolate on the way !!
@Orgho: Things need to evolve to stay interesting. SO, my blog has turned peach from pink. ;) And btw, I never want to buy a pink car.
@Tabs:Exactly my point. There wouldn't have been so many heart-breaks, divorces etc. if everyone had their fairy tale ending, which we were brought up to believe. And we can't live with memories and day-dreams. In life, you need something solid to hold on to.
on the quality of article its certainly not as the title suggests... and seems to be written straight from heart. as mentioned, the date is perhaps to be blamed for this. but certainly, much like some of the romantic movies (oh i feel like a teenage girl) the feeling is also ageless, so continue to expect nothing. but don't forget and recognize Jesus as u did when u were older than a kid (now i just hope i don't make a perfect mess of these funny word verification to publish my comment)
@Xombie: Finally, a comment. Thanks for the complicated sentence construction, but I get your point. However, I have come to a conclusion, which is going to save me from future miseries. I don't believe in love anymore. Hence, "In Memoriam".
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