And yet again I start to write online, or "blog" as they call it. At least I didn't start a new blog altogether. Maybe that is what will make the difference this time. Or perhaps it will be yet another failed attempt at keeping at something for long enough to actually achieve something substantial. And I know of the 10000 hour rule, but I would be pleased with just a 100 hours at anything.
It would make sense to begin this series with a number of topics that I feel strongly about. This first one I will dedicate to Love. The very scope of such a subject may tempt one to dedicate an entire blog id to it, but I shall refrain. For like many others, I too have suffered from the cheesy to the cheesier. So I will attempt to bring into focus the million thoughts that might occur to me in the shortest span possible.
Love is an emotion. Intangible, inevitable and infinite in potential. I would categorize love into two basic types viz. directed towards the inanimate and directed towards the animate. Furthermore, it would be intuitive to realize that love for the animate may fall into several categories e.g. for parents, for partner, for friends, for celebrities, etc. Let us look at these in some greater detail.
I love food. Good food. Sweet or salty, bland or spicy, veg or non-veg, wet or dry, protein or carbs. As long as it tastes good I don't care whats in it. I never count my calories, nor am I too finicky about hygiene. I have picked up that piece of chocolate that fell on the ground, I have finished off a friend's leftovers after I was full and I have even forced down some suspiciously slimy pudding that had once tasted good. But it would not be fair to call my affinity for food, true love. For if I were to be deprived of good food for a year, it would make me sad, but my heart would feel no pain. So I love food, but that's really not love in all practicality.
I love Metallica. I couldn't get tickets for their show in Gurgaon (liquidity issues), and was a bit sadistically pleased that it didn't actually happen. Sorry. But they played Fade to black in Bangalore man! That's the worst news I received this year. So I love them. Because of the feel to their music. Because of there amazing personalities. Because of the depth of their emotions. I may not know them now, or ever for that matter, but my love is born of admiration. Yet there is only a limited extent to my expectations from them. And the heartache is missing I guess.
I love my parents. Mummy and Papa. As also my grandparents viz. Nanajee, Nanee, Dadu, Nana. No matter what they do, I love them. Why? Because that is what is correct and I am a fanatic when it comes to propriety. But to be fair, I probably got a good deal as far as family is concerned. There are many who are not as lucky. At least, one acknowledges ones love for certain people who are formally related. This may also be extended to include friends, true friends at that, or at least the ones we feel are the lifelong ones. We choose to give them our love, to lay down our lives if the need be. Of course if I had to give up my life, fat good that would do me. But in essence.
And then there is love that happens. You didn't wish it, you weren't anticipating it, but it sure as hel* creeped up on you. Maybe you were ga*y all along, and then you met this person who forced you to think that you might be straight. Not to equate love with physical cravings, but the excitement of the beating heart, the knot in the stomach, all of that zing-ding and abracadabra doesn't happen in the other kinds of love. So this love is taken from you, not given of free will. Nevertheless, it is the one that yields or can yield the greatest pleasure or the greatest pain.
A common myth about love is that love is selfless. That it is giving without expecting anything in return. Bolloc*s to that. Its not. You may read this piece and say "bull", and I couldn't care lesser. But if a loved one were to call me nuts over it, I would experience that heartache reserved for the special ones in my life. Or maybe not. I give my loved ones the right to ask for my life when they need it. But if they were to ask it of me, they would probably soon fall down my favorites list.
Another common myth is that the manifestation of love in one's actions must come from within oneself. No external influence, etc. Incorrect. A person may work at showing his love, against his own nature. Think of a geek taking advise from his cooler friends on how to woo a girl he likes. Some may call it devious, fake, superficial and what not. But the very fact that he endeavors to put up the act speaks great volumes in my dictionary. So all those who ridiculed Kevin James in Hitch, you lost the entire point of the movie, and I pity you, for you do not understand one of the most powerful of our emotions.
It would be unfair if I were to give up on this subject without talking about hatred, because love and hate are intricately linked. Anything you love greatly, you could have hated as much and vice-versa. Whether in the end its love you feel or hatred, depends on whether the object of these emotions came through on your expectations or not. So you can love your girl deeply, but only if she is everything you want her to be, or at least fulfills most of your major requirements and the shortcomings you are ready to embrace. Similarly, half the people who say they hate Bush Jr. are just jumping on the bandwagon. You couldn't hate him unless you could have loved him. Ridicule him, yes. Criticize him, sure. But not hate. A true Bush-hater hates Bush because Bush once promised to be what he wished for and he loved Bush for it and then the veil was lifted.
Love is too complex to be waved off with cliches. That is why it took religion centuries of evolution before the message of love emerged as its final teaching. Those of us who thought that they knew it all, must think again. For only those who admit knowing nothing about love (although not for lack of trying) have understood its true nature.
LOVE ON!!!
PS: This is called chicken for romantics because i saw a book by that name(almost) and I thought i can generate enough chicken on this subject to never read that book. Thus this post. :D Cheers!!!
It would make sense to begin this series with a number of topics that I feel strongly about. This first one I will dedicate to Love. The very scope of such a subject may tempt one to dedicate an entire blog id to it, but I shall refrain. For like many others, I too have suffered from the cheesy to the cheesier. So I will attempt to bring into focus the million thoughts that might occur to me in the shortest span possible.
Love is an emotion. Intangible, inevitable and infinite in potential. I would categorize love into two basic types viz. directed towards the inanimate and directed towards the animate. Furthermore, it would be intuitive to realize that love for the animate may fall into several categories e.g. for parents, for partner, for friends, for celebrities, etc. Let us look at these in some greater detail.
I love food. Good food. Sweet or salty, bland or spicy, veg or non-veg, wet or dry, protein or carbs. As long as it tastes good I don't care whats in it. I never count my calories, nor am I too finicky about hygiene. I have picked up that piece of chocolate that fell on the ground, I have finished off a friend's leftovers after I was full and I have even forced down some suspiciously slimy pudding that had once tasted good. But it would not be fair to call my affinity for food, true love. For if I were to be deprived of good food for a year, it would make me sad, but my heart would feel no pain. So I love food, but that's really not love in all practicality.
I love Metallica. I couldn't get tickets for their show in Gurgaon (liquidity issues), and was a bit sadistically pleased that it didn't actually happen. Sorry. But they played Fade to black in Bangalore man! That's the worst news I received this year. So I love them. Because of the feel to their music. Because of there amazing personalities. Because of the depth of their emotions. I may not know them now, or ever for that matter, but my love is born of admiration. Yet there is only a limited extent to my expectations from them. And the heartache is missing I guess.
I love my parents. Mummy and Papa. As also my grandparents viz. Nanajee, Nanee, Dadu, Nana. No matter what they do, I love them. Why? Because that is what is correct and I am a fanatic when it comes to propriety. But to be fair, I probably got a good deal as far as family is concerned. There are many who are not as lucky. At least, one acknowledges ones love for certain people who are formally related. This may also be extended to include friends, true friends at that, or at least the ones we feel are the lifelong ones. We choose to give them our love, to lay down our lives if the need be. Of course if I had to give up my life, fat good that would do me. But in essence.
And then there is love that happens. You didn't wish it, you weren't anticipating it, but it sure as hel* creeped up on you. Maybe you were ga*y all along, and then you met this person who forced you to think that you might be straight. Not to equate love with physical cravings, but the excitement of the beating heart, the knot in the stomach, all of that zing-ding and abracadabra doesn't happen in the other kinds of love. So this love is taken from you, not given of free will. Nevertheless, it is the one that yields or can yield the greatest pleasure or the greatest pain.
A common myth about love is that love is selfless. That it is giving without expecting anything in return. Bolloc*s to that. Its not. You may read this piece and say "bull", and I couldn't care lesser. But if a loved one were to call me nuts over it, I would experience that heartache reserved for the special ones in my life. Or maybe not. I give my loved ones the right to ask for my life when they need it. But if they were to ask it of me, they would probably soon fall down my favorites list.
Another common myth is that the manifestation of love in one's actions must come from within oneself. No external influence, etc. Incorrect. A person may work at showing his love, against his own nature. Think of a geek taking advise from his cooler friends on how to woo a girl he likes. Some may call it devious, fake, superficial and what not. But the very fact that he endeavors to put up the act speaks great volumes in my dictionary. So all those who ridiculed Kevin James in Hitch, you lost the entire point of the movie, and I pity you, for you do not understand one of the most powerful of our emotions.
It would be unfair if I were to give up on this subject without talking about hatred, because love and hate are intricately linked. Anything you love greatly, you could have hated as much and vice-versa. Whether in the end its love you feel or hatred, depends on whether the object of these emotions came through on your expectations or not. So you can love your girl deeply, but only if she is everything you want her to be, or at least fulfills most of your major requirements and the shortcomings you are ready to embrace. Similarly, half the people who say they hate Bush Jr. are just jumping on the bandwagon. You couldn't hate him unless you could have loved him. Ridicule him, yes. Criticize him, sure. But not hate. A true Bush-hater hates Bush because Bush once promised to be what he wished for and he loved Bush for it and then the veil was lifted.
Love is too complex to be waved off with cliches. That is why it took religion centuries of evolution before the message of love emerged as its final teaching. Those of us who thought that they knew it all, must think again. For only those who admit knowing nothing about love (although not for lack of trying) have understood its true nature.
LOVE ON!!!
PS: This is called chicken for romantics because i saw a book by that name(almost) and I thought i can generate enough chicken on this subject to never read that book. Thus this post. :D Cheers!!!
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