AS YOU LIKE IT III

 written on common demands...

First love is a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity. I am sorry for the insolence, but Mr. Shaw definitely meant it to be the first step towards love. When people say they have fallen in love, the prized bone of contention becomes the futility, read fatality, of the state of mind into which they are lodged. Come on, love is not what alms is to a beggar. You go begging for love but you don’t get it every now and then, beside every altar. After all, who that once loved remains poor? When it’s love, it should be love, actually. It’s very true that many a times people do take steps towards love, but you fall in love only once. And let me remind you, love is not an abyss, but a cauldron of quagmire. The more you try to get out, the more you get soaked into it. When you fall in love, there’s the metaphysical gravity, don’t know why Einstein refuses, that which by then apprises you of all sorts of foolishness and settles all your curiosities. First love is the only time when an individual acts incapably sane. Another very quaint misgiving is the coin of explanation forged from the molten dung of human reason. When you say you are in love, doesn’t is epistemologically, read etymologically, quell the rebellion your foolhardiness arouses? If you love someone because of something, it is plain and simple- it’s that material something you like, not that someone. And then you no longer desire only that someone, but all others with the possession of that something (well, do mark my usage of words). If you love someone, you simply love that someone. Why try and give a reason to the unreasonable? The greatest tragedy of mankind is the adidas, read impossible is nothing, misconception, where it tries to trespass its domain groping for an answer to love. It is then they forget that love is abstract. Anything abstract, I hope you agree, is unreasonable. Why do you pray to GOD? Or is there a God? Why do you live? Do you need a reason to live? Why do you love? Do you need a reason to love? Or do you actually love? Love is love’s answer. You love someone because you simply love that someone. Well, the question of love doesn’t leave me. Love is often said to be a result of alienation, and leading to alienation. Pardon me, but either the source is unaware of love, or grossly misinterprets alienation. Love is an abstract measure of the organic solidarity in the humankind. Love is an outcome of affective actions. Love is involuntary. Love binds, it doesn’t alienate. Alienation is becoming foreign to society, and how can you become foreign when you are woven very much into it. You can’t be alienated if you love the system that alienates you.

Well, you may ask as to when I know if it is love. People, if it is love you will not ask. You may say, was it not the day I was born that I fell into love; where did that first love, curiosity and foolishness thing go? People, start believing in love at first sight. Don’t you love your parents? Was it not them you saw first? And as far as the problem of this kind of love and that kind of love is concerned, well, you have to borrow one common word “love” for both the kinds, till a new word is defined to suit your needs (In the end, one does not always end up with his wishes fulfilled). People, love is not the child of disillusion, but it is the parent of illusion. Love conquers all.

If love is a red dress, give me one in velvet. Not that I don’t have a velvet, it’s just that I am dying for the red one. We have our fair shares of both, thorns and roses. Only that people like the pain of the thorns more than the warmth of the rose; that the pain of the thorns lingers longer than the smell of the roses. I don’t want to be opiated with the gore of bloody thorns, let me embrace the anodyne of the roses. If love is a flower, give me the red rose.