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Love’s Labour lost
Thursday, January 20, 2011
We fall in love, we make mistakes, we promise never to repeat the mistakes. We again fall in love, we again make the same mistakes, and we again promise not to make those mistakes. I could actually repeat this line over and over again because this cycle of love is repetitive. What is it with love?
Guys, I can really take a stance for us. I mean being a man, I wonder if women go through this, or are they a little more sensible? I’m looking forward to my next release, Dil Toh Bachcha Hai Ji and right now all I can think of is love! Please read in between the lines!!!!
It doesn’t matter if we are 18 or 80. We will flip, we will fall in love and go through the chain reaction. I bet if anyone out there can deny this. If you break up, you will sit by the window and think what went wrong, and you’ll do the same one year thick into a hunky-dory relationship. So trust me, beyond a point, that one question remains: `what went wrong’? Food for thought.
I think it’s a male syndrome—never to grow up. That is what goes wrong. It’s in us like testosterone and it’s beyond our control. Love is something we all aspire for: be it the compulsive flirts to mamma’s boys, the married to the divorced, the nags to nerds: the funniest thing is even if we achieve it we still will want more of it.
I have seen a friend who started his love life as a dude who could charm any woman: love to him was a sport. The more the merrier and commitment was passé; one fine day he ends up with a heartbreak after breaking a dozen hearts and we were shocked that it could be him. So guys, you never know, cupid’s arrow strikes you mostly off guard.
Another stray incident was when I observed personality modification. Gosh it was a nightmare. This simple guy, serious, good in studies, disciplined actually fell for a bimbette, got himself a tattoo and body piercing. He went shopping with his friends and bought death metal tees when his friends were expecting him to buy boring pin stripes. The cat came out of the bag and they realized it was “love’. Off course the relationship lasted for six months on the higher side and again he sat back to analyze. This time the realization was that the girl was not his type. Many years later, he started pursuing a woman who wanted to become a social activist. Wonder if that was his type?
Type or no type, stupidity is guaranteed. If you’re a man, you shall fall in love and so shall you make and repeat your mistakes. It’s childishness, it’s stupid but what the heck? What is life without these sweet nothings?
Love’s labour is never lost (sorry Shakespeare); at least it teaches us to find new ways to love. Keep smiling!