I am neither averse to the couples walking up and down the mall road of NITH, nor a die hard member of the singles club. Mine is a hung assembly. Oscillating between these two domains I try drawing the joys and sorrows of falling in love and being alien to this four letter idiocy.
As the clock strikes 5:00, the love birds creep out of their nests. Some smelling wood, some pine and some whatever their friend could provide him or her with. The experienced couples know which location to choose for the evening. Like the mall road is unsafe coz the teachers make it really uncomfortable. Admin is haunted by babas. Ground is safe till there is no match going on. OAT is uninhabited and safe for couples who are in true love but for the diffident it is not the right place.
The recent spurt in the couple culture indicates that being in love is no more a chance but has become a necessity. You have to appear in an interview and you realize your shoe is lost. You borrow it from your friend which is one size less than yours. Still since this is a necessity, you compromise. In the interview you are smiling ears to ears and all this while your feet are cursing you for the ordeal. Same is the case with the couples around here. An extremely tall guy with a pitiably short girl, a fat pie with a living skeleton, and like wise, but since it is a necessity no one wants to wait for a perfectly fitting soul mate but just does it.
The ones (there are few I know), truly, madly and sadly in love would accept that Love is a plural feeling. It brings happiness, belongingness, support, pain and what not. Love is not in breaking and again making up but in never breaking up. To be in love you need not walk under the green pines whole day long, but just thinking about each other is love. Love is not in seeing each other every day but in missing each other every minute. Love is not in oscillating between Verka and Nescafe, but in witnessing together a setting sun and full moon. Also love does not happen every now and then. It happens just once. And it’s worth falling in love once.
15 comments:
Love is like a cig...it burns you but gives you pleasure too
Love is like a cig...it burns you but gives you pleasure too...and leaves smoke for others :)
LOVE-GURU PANDU !
Love is like a cig...it burns you but gives you pleasure too...and leaves smoke for others ,
and sooner u quit better 4 u :)
Love is like a cig...it burns you but gives you pleasure too...and leaves smoke for others ,
and sooner u quit better 4 u :)
love is not on the mall road,
nowadays, love is in the air!
pandey ji kaafi umda hai...sahi hai.....waise pyar hai hi ayesee cheez...
wow sir... too gud..
last paragraph m love k bare m bhut sahi likha hai.. ye apke words hain ya ?????
u nailed it Prashanth, nice one! .. on a side note.. ever noticed how hot women go out complete dumb looking jerks?
@anonymous:haan dost wrds mere hi hain...:)
love...is as everyone said, maybe a cig but 1 which doesn't burn out...and if it does...well then that's life...
hey, saw tht u studied in hamirpur wanted to know about the arch courses there!!how is it wht abotu ragging ?is it prevelant?my bro plans on joining there for b.arch, would appreciate it if you replied!!
Worth a good laugh! You cleverly have "cheap-ed" the romances in our air. The ending is a superb thing to be learned.
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