'LOVE' isn't a four lettered word.

I’m nervous, nervous writing this piece. Nervous as a mailman in a dog show maybe. What do I pen that hasn’t already been penned? What would give my write up an edge over the other six hundred and forty eight articles that have bang landed in my inbox demanding to be printed in a 20 paged newsletter that won’t ever get made from here anymore?  I am nervous...I am nervous. And you know what I do when i am nervous. Well, I freaking launch an offensive on anyone and everyone in proximity. Be it physical in nature or literally-comprehending one as in this case. And you know why it would be contextually justified this time? Because you suck.

Yes, you do. In fact we all do. All those among us who have scandalised the idea that is ‘love’, do. A relentless unsaid, unspoken, agenda to make it branch out, cornered out, held hostage by, kept in seclusion furthered by you which, well, has conditioned it to such an extent that it becomes necessary for a 3900sq inches sized mirror to be held up in front of you to make you realise that you have royally screwed the idea up. A primal instinct rendered victimised, an intuitive reaction set to die in the arms of pre-conceived protocols and self-wished-for misunderstandings. A lovely flow of thought of care and concern, overshadowed by a mind numbing myth of fear.

Fear, fear of being the first one to ask. Fear of being the first one to respond. Fear of being ‘committed’. Fear of being ‘over-indulgent’. Fear of being ‘seen-together’. Fear of being vulnerable. Fear of ‘digressing from the track’. All of you – Watchers, doers, self assigned judgement giving honchos and the other rather passively accepting all this shit, lovers. All of you suck. Look what you have done to it. Look and realize what you have done to ‘love’. It has cease to be an idea and rather metamorphosed into a capitalistic cash register working overtime on Valentine’s Day, a ‘power game’ involving who messages second and who says ‘good night’ the first, an arcane musing of ‘setting it up’ with someone, a stupid propaganda to let everybody know that you have an Attention Deficit Disorder situation going. It has stop being an unconditional idea. Thank you for choosing fear over love. Really, THANK YOU.

 

So if it isn’t a four lettered word, then what is it? Well maybe it is what makes us a part of this bigger, infinite wisdom. It is maybe that frankness which makes us vocal right at the onset of it. It’s that enigmatic feeling, of a sudden realisation when every name around you convergences into a single garb, maybe it is what keeps us alive, eating, synchronizing, running, communicating, sharing, healing, feeling together. An unconditional smile in the watery eyes of your pet, a secluded glee in the eye of an urchin who just got a balloon from you. A twinkle in eye of right out of labour mother holding her child up...for the first time. It is maybe this unremitting, insistent ever present aura of inter-dependence in nature. Maybe it is....oh screw the ‘maybe’ . It is.

Though, what made it digress then? Was it the fact that whenever your ex girlfriend told you “we need to talk” it was never about high speed car chasing on AXN or say football. Or was it that overkill usage of the “Move On” phrase; which, seriously, is it a subject-verb disagreement case or something? Or was it this innate and congenital conditioning that 'Divide' has to be celebrated. Was it one of it....or all of it?

Love, if considered from a purely ‘our age’ perspective which has almost a whole music industry at its disposal, is made to be some sort of a taboo. With rampant gender divide and lift off from its sexuality based placid platform just to conform someone’s self assigned moral high ground, it has gone to be a ‘game’ being played with rules and very lame and dishonest mind tricks. Unfortunately for the buzz killers, not all is lost.

There still sometimes comes a manifestation of this emotion surpassing all. Towering others, it sometimes stands. Gives a country a reason to stay together among the other times, lets you just be what your were meant to be – A simple, smiling, energy-to-mass-to-energy converting contraption set out to figure stuff out in this love filled universe.

It’s everywhere, just take a look around. Love is all that there is and perhaps all that will be ever. It almost has a thermodynamical proof to it.  A famous poet once said “Even after so many years, the sun never turns back and asks the earth “you owe me one”. Look what happens with that kind of love, it lights the whole sky up”

So let’s think up, people. Let’s be honest to ourselves the next time we start having ‘that’ feeling for someone. Let’s keep nothing inside and let our guards down for if all be vulnerable then there IS no vulnerability. Let’s just let it fall in us to rise and transcend us above and out of this freaking rat race. And if, say, it doesn’t ‘work out’ then let’s have the courage to speak out “ you were a burp on the buffet of my life”.

The idea that is love is for yours to behold, for yours to be loved.  Go embrace all forms of it. Perhaps it will be the biggest favour you would ever do to your parents for having conceived you someday.

Let’s make the choice now – Smile over Smirk, Talk over Cold Wars, a Yes over No, a Hand over a Cold Shoulder... a choice of Love over fear.

Love, and all of it.