TRUE & FALSE ABOUT ROMANTIC BLAH

“When I saw her it was like 100 violins started playing at the same time”. I have heard this shit and much more like this in many bollywood movies, especially the ones starring SRK. Colours of rainbow, smell of meadow, first rain and many metaphors have been used in many stories, novels and films to decipher the impregnable ciphers of the language called LOVE. But no matter how much I scorn these stories or rather I should say ‘tales of love’ now, at some point in my life I have liked them. But even then I used to wonder “Does things like this happen to anyone in real life?” I have never really experienced love at first sight. I rather doubt its very existence. One can like someone, can have lust, can develop attraction, but simply cannot love someone at the very first sight of them. Neither have I ever heard violin or sax or guitar playing nearby. I think we start loving someone, and everyone develops love.

    According to ancient Arabic literature there are seven shades or stages of love - attraction, infatuation, love, reverence, worship, obsession & death. Even I agree to this theory, and that love is a feeling you feel for someone, this is it, no epiphanies, no live music and no smell of flowers, only a mutual feeling from physical, mental and social needs & in some cases economic also. It has also been a little hard for me comprehend the concepts of eternal love & soul mates. As I don’t believe that anything lasts till eternity, there are no legends about that kind of love; neither have we countered it in real life. In some real life relationships, both partners develop a comfort level with each other over the passage of time, many times, kids hold their relation together and in most of the cases love is far gone at the time of babies or a couple of years after that & what is left is just a bound agreement & soul mate concept is really a very atrocious and lame concept. Anyone can find love more than once & each time when you truly love someone you see them as your soul mate.

 

 But sometimes one finds some truth lying in this load of mushy, extra sweet, overtly cute, pinkish crap of love. Most of these feelings come to you when you are graduating from one phase of love to another. Especially when infatuation is turning into love. Many times in a day you just want to sit next to them, look at them and keep that indomitable smile on your face and it gets even better when they reciprocate with the same. You have that desperate need to be in contact with them all the time, to have conversation anytime, all the time, about anything and everything. In short you feel the need of being stupid and you enjoy it to the fullest. You know your bond is getting stronger when you can’t communicate your admiration, your angst, your irritation, your adoration face to face. And you wake up in the nights and start writing your heart away and when you feel like G.B Shaw & Shakespeare & P.B. Shelley when you read your message chits and letters. Sometimes, being apart from each other for a while helps your heart to pump out all those hormones of love once again into your blood. You look at your pictures together for hours, read the letters they wrote to you again and again, and enjoy that same feeling again & again which sprouted when you read it for the first time. This is the time when you realise why every romantic flick has this as a mandatory character- RAIN.

Rain has always been a mood killer for me, the only reason I like rains is that it changes the temperature a bit. But when you are distant from your love and if the season is monsoon, it will surely make you feel the sweet pinch of that pain of being apart. It will pour out all your philosophical instincts. The radio station in your mind will be catching signals clearer than ever, playing only sad, melodramatic and over the top romantic songs & there is a possibility that you would feel like sitting on the window sill, watching the rain. You will be missing them, waiting desperately to see them, but with a smiling face. This is the kind of paradox, anyone who has ever fallen in love will surely experience once & these are the kind of experiences that make love magical and you think that after all, even these romantic stories are a reflection of reality, sometimes the reflection is really smudgy and hard to see, but still it has some hint of reality of romance in it.