And What is Love...?

Been through a plethora of romantic movies with over dramatic characters and also the movies which I think resemble my own story, been through texts and quotes and prose and poems that have made me think and reminisce some cherished times but at the end of it what is love…

Love is kind, it doesn’t envy, it doesn’t pride….I forgot the rest of the text because it’s too good to be true. I may come across as a cynic here but I have started to believe love is a mere feeling of wanting companionship. It is a manner in which you associate yourself to a purpose. The purpose could be of pursuit, achievement, coming out stronger or perhaps just a shift from the monotony that you are living through. It is obvious that everyone has his own paradigms when it comes to defining the concept, some say it is fuck up of the mental anatomy while others say love is the best medicine (I heard it was laughter)

I have heard so much about love that I can’t concoct a definition of it from all that I have. It is also region specific. For instance, when I see Indians, I see them using this word more loosely than anyone ever can. “I love you” is more of an “I have now this part of my life figured out, what a relief and let me see what else I can do”. For those of you who have a habit of taking things personally, your definition is the right one and don’t bother to read on (again this is directed to us- Indians). What I gather from the “west” is a different picture. They say it as carefully as they can and it is a big deal. The incongruity here is that in both cases there are screw ups. Is screw up a part of it? The romantics please suffice an answer that is not- it doesn’t matter, what matters is you felt it for someone.

In my experience I have never been in love. I have thought that I am though, every time to maintain the sanctity of what I am feeling. To give the other person some respect as well. But every time I have used this sentence it has pricked a part of me to say it loosely (I am as Indian as Indian can be). From pursuit to wanting a change, it has been all but never the right one.

I guess you don’t need to know what it is. You don’t need to define it anyway, I mean for whom? It is scary to some because it is so personal. Everyone I know wants to know what it is and some arrogant souls believe they know….helps them settle. But you know it is love only when you have the guts to ignore the chaos, the need to figure out things and be patient. Let it settle, and not settle with it. May love find all mankind….