Saturday, December 19, 2009

It’s not love it’s infatuation

They say it’s not love it’s infatuation. I never figured out the difference between infatuation and love. I guess if infatuation is from both side we are legalized to call it love. Nevertheless, there is something fishy about this phenomenon that whole world is engulfed in it. Those who made it pretend to be happy and those who couldn’t reveal a new dimension in literature. No I am not going to give my uncalled and unwanted opinion on love. Let the Johars and the Chopras take the onus of explaining the philosophies on it. What do all Indians have in common? All of us at some time or other have experienced that yet-to-be-fulfilled love. Some call it infatuation, some childishness and some just refuse to accept that they ever felt so immaterial of the fact that just a faint remembrance of that takes you to a wonderland where you are with her/him (depending on individual selection).I believe there should be a love in our life which fails to fight the circumstances or in simple words there should be a ADHURA PYAAR in our life.

Just as darkness teaches us the value of light, thirst teaches us the value of water in the same way this incomplete love teaches us the importance of love per se. Not only the love (we call) we share with our girl friends or boyfriends but also with a lady that keeps on running behind us taking a glass of milk or with an old man that scolds us on our extravagance but never fail to deposit money on time. This failed love introduces you with the vanity of life. You don’t become adult when you reach 18 you become adult when that teenager’s dream meet the reality. Yes, owing to our generalized definition there should be an infatuation in our life, a temptation that keeps on surviving in an unknown corner of our heart, an emotion that melts even the hardest of rock when we watch a love story in theatre. There should be a pain which we love to bear when we listen “Pehla nasha, pehla khumaar”. Let there be a dream that will always be a dream. Let there be a wound we never want to cure. Let there be an inspiration that gives base to our(or I should say my) poetries.

1 comment:

Raju said...

Dil ki baatein nikal ke likh dete ho, but itna time kyun lete ho ???

It has been more than an year mate since you wrote your blogs. Kuch hua kya is beech, jo yeh likhne pe majboor hue ??? Anyways, as always i appreciate your work and keep sending them.