On my feet.....

A Person once asked me to explain what love is.

Well there are beautiful phrases and lines in movies, books and other forms of art.

"Love is never having to say you are sorry"--(from lovestory)

I would say Love is having to admit you are sorry: with words-unspoken and feelings- unexpressed. (The one liner above tantamounts to this, ofcourse).


"Nobody tells you if you are in love"--(from Spiderman) You have to know it by yourself.

If you ask me, Love is a choice than has to be made only once, and once alone.

I wish I could quote Ayn Rand but I have been out of touch with myself for sometime.

In essence, she rips apart the essential qualities that are superficial in the modern man. She, rightly so, points out the qualities that are affected by the core that is selfishness. Anyone reading this, read Ayn Rand "Atlas Shrugged". There are many points you like and many you don't. But, you gotta admit-- everyone is selfish

Unfortunately, even love hasn't escaped the dragnet of Selfishness.

To cry for someone, to miss someone and to live for someone- these are the things that we miss today.

We cry for the wrong things. we miss the wrong things and we live for the wrong things.

It is said a Man falls in love three times-- the Second is the one you marry.

I read a remarkable story "The Confessions of Max Tivoli", where Tivoli falls in love with the same woman three times- he is a monster whose body ages in the reverse. If that is what it takes to love a woman so much- I would gladly be a Max Tivoli.

Love stories make you cry, with cruel endings-- this story makes you cry with an ending that is...... (I will not spoil the surprise).

My outlook on life was different till I met a person. I always lived my life, but for a few months I lived her life. A life full of "little nothings". I thought I would return the favor.

Noone can escape death; but you are missing the point, you have to live to die.
Live your life to the fullest to escape death.

When you lie on your death bed, if you can laugh at all the things you have lived for, you escaped death for true. (note)

Wondering why death figured in: the only thing that can end Love is death.

As simple as that.

My Mother always said I believed in the wrong things. Now I realize that I never believed in the wrong things; it's just that the things I believed in never existed. But, I am one tough sonovab''''.

I never give up.


P.S:I would never have written this post but for the gnawing sensation caused by my conscience.

I was never a pragmatist. Might be someday.

If I change, I would laugh at the apparent uselessness of this post,
if I don't, it would stand testimony to a misfit that survived.