Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

...Let the reason be love

And here's another post on marriage. No fascination for this topic but can't help it - this is the wedding season. There are invites, lots of them -- from neighbours, friends, relatives etc etc for ring ceremony, wedding ceremony, after wedding ceremony etc etc.

Weddings are good fun. You get to dress up nicely and eat your heart out at the host's expenses (which by the way is a lot these days given everyone's obsession with wasting money...a separate post on that later)...and then criticise the feast too!
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Anyway, I was talking about the wedding invites. Almost all of them say the host would like your blessings "as the couple enters the bond of marriage continuing their journey of love and companionship". Now that sounds very sweet and all but how many of such couples you know actually share that companionship? With every invite I get very curious about knowing the story behind "Will you marry me?".

I am not seeing all of them with the same glass but something about most of them saddens me. I am not against marriage per se. But I am pro it only for the right reasons. I accord great significance to reason. I have met very few couples who say they want to be with each other and marriage is only incidental. Half the pairs I know decided to marry because they were 'ready-to-be-married' years old and there was pressure from both families. Or because of the pressure they chose the person since it's known risks are better than stepping in unknown waters! After a relationship of 6-7 years, given a choice, they'd rather not be together but being together is better than going for an arranged marriage. In certain cases, one of them doesn't want to hurt the other and gets into the marriage for the sake of so many years spent together. His/her heart may belong elsewhere but this 'seems the right thing to do'. Marriage for the sake of it, in short. What happened to love? When and why did people stop caring about the love and companionship the wedding invites glitteringly talk of?

The marriages happen anyway. There's a honeymoon period. And then what follows is the most predictable part of the story. Boredom. No prizes for guessing the solution the not-at-all-in-love-but-what-can-we-do couple thinks of....and is advised so by everyone around. A baby, of course. I almost burnt my tongue and my eyes almost popped out when, while having coffee, a friend of mine (about 26 years old) said this: "In arranged marriage it's still okay since the couple needs time to understand each other, but in love marriage the couple should definitely have kids within a couple of years since boredom starts setting in."
Reproduce life just because you are bored of each other? Very amusing! That about explains the size of population in our country. The ability to reproduce life is a miracle in its own right. It's unfortunate it is belittled as an excuse to kill boredom. Poor child comes into the world with such a huge burden of entertaining his/her parents. And s/he grows up to see them and their relationship completely out of love, together only for his/her sake.

Does it sound too quixotic to say that people should marry for right reasons: true companionship and love (whatever the word means)? And bring a new life into the world only to let him/her grow in that peace. Sure, boredom could rather would still set in. But how about putting efforts in reproducing/recreating that bond instead?

Mr Love V/s Mr Arranged


Read it as an act where 'Love' and 'Arranged' are two characters: 


(Narrator):
This is the story of Love and Arranged, who were about to get estranged
Over a fight between the brothers on who was better than the other;
Who, of the two, had the greater finesse…to make marriage a success?

The relationship was about to dent…as began the argument:

Love said: I must be better as to me everyone is so kind…
Arranged mocked: “Ha ha! Idiot that’s because you are blind!”

Love: Still, I am most important of all!
Arranged: Without me everything will fall

Love: With me comes ease and familiarity
Arranged: I bring newness and novelty

Love: I have tales, stories and history
Arranged: Yawn! Nothing like my mystery!

(Narrator):
…Adding to everyone’s confusion, the debate went on without any conclusion.
Irked by all the noise, an old man then advised: “Separate the two, throw some challenges;
whoever survives, will be adjudged better”

Days went by…everyone could hear them both cry
Arranged suffered as he had no Love for company,
Love couldn’t do much without Arranged’s philosophy.

The old main then called them both and said
it isn’t a question of who is better
It’s about your principles working together;
a marriage will have a happy end
If there’s some arrangement in the story of love,
and love in the whole arrangement!


This is my second entry for the contest 'Love Marriage ya Arranged Marriage!' on IndiBlogger in collaboration with Sony Entertainment Channel. Check out the facebook page of the serial 'Love Marriage ya Arranged Marraige' here (www.facebook.com/LoveYaArrange.)

Marriage: Love ya Arranged?


Marriage toh hai ek suicide
How does it matter what you decide!
Love ho ya ho arranged
Rishta toh yeh hai bilkul strange.
Change ho jaati hai life
When a couple becomes husband and wife.  
Hoti hai jab jab dono ke beech takrar
Window ke baahar jaata hai sara pyaar
Har argument ka ek hi hota hai sach:
“Huh, you have changed so much!”

Arranged marriage mein bas hota nahi comparison
Baki sab kuch hai same, nothing different
Haan gaaliyan padti hai uss source ko
Jisne milwaya tha inn dono ko…
“Had I known, I’d have never got married to you”:
Har fight ke baad this statement stands true!

Love ho jaye ya milwaye koi matrimony site
Dono hi case mein there is risk and fight
Jab consequence dono ka hai same
Toh kya koi mujhe batayega…
Ki iss debate ka kya hai aakhir fayda?
(Only that if you like this poem and vote
Mujhe prize mein kuch toh mil jayega!)
Jokes apart, let me be a little wise 
Raasta koi bhi ho, remember:
Marriage is a bittersweet compromise!

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This is an entry for the contest 'Love Marriage ya Arranged Marriage!' on IndiBlogger in collaboration with Sony Entertainment Channel.  If you think it's worth it please vote here. Check out the facebook page of the serial 'Love Marriage ya Arranged Marraige' here (www.facebook.com/LoveYaArrange.)

She...

...Shines like moonlight on a long breezy night
She gushes like untamed waves in a mischievous sea;
Her laugh like gurgle of a baby,
She is everything you want her to be.

She is a woman in love...

Like naive clay on a potter's wheel
She lets you mold all her dreams...
Her eyes meet yours and
She sees whatever you make her believe

She is a woman in love...

One day it will all change
When she'll hear life's original song
Illusions it will all seem
And she would have 'lost faith in love'

But till then...
Don't wake her up, just let her dream on
Let her be what she's happy to be
...A woman rapt in your love.

Buy me Love...

A bouquet of perfumed roses, box of chocolates, a bottle of red wine or...aww a gold pendant or a romantic dinner...how did your valentine make it a special day for you? For me, it was just another Saturday except that I spent more hours at office. Ah no, not by choice but because I...ohk I had nothing better to do anyway. But I did go for a nice Saturday (not valentine's day) lunch with colleagues. Good food, good company...good day. No gifts, no valentine, no lovey dovey lunch...yet a good day.

Do I hear 'loser'? Read on...

As we enjoyed our weekend lunch, I overheard this cute couple talking:

He: Your eyes are like stars which scatter light...
Your divine beauty makes many a men fight.
Would you be my Valentine and accept me?

She : Your proposal will be thought after I see how you treat me.

(gives her a big greeting card)

She: Oh my god! This is a lovely card... I wish to believe it's as big as your heart...

He: I love you a lot my beautiful doll

She: That's ok...but won't we go to a shopping mall?

He (holding her hand): Why, this place is nice (and cosy)..let's spend some time here...

She: But I want those pearls, I saw in a shop there...

He: Okay before that how about a V-day kiss and a hug?

(...and the conversation contd.)

I am not anti-V-Day but just amused with commercialization of love. Balloons-adorned streets, roses everywhere, special offers at coffee shops make celebration of love for some and depress others who call it 'singles awareness day'! Not sure about love (don't believe in it much anyway) but ones who really celebrate are florists, jewelers, archies', et al. What do you say?

You Sang To Me

Nothing could have prepared her for this moment. This was it. Finally.

She has been dreaming about it day and night. Combing her wavy tangled hair, standing in front of mirror, staring at the ceiling at 3 am, waiting patiently at bus stop -- she'd think of the best way to react to this one moment. Normally, eyes turn watery when you suddenly receive something you've been carving for, she thought. May be laughing away to glory and resting her burdened head on his shoulder was a better way to express? How about pretending that what she was seeing in his eyes was totally unexpected? huh...she'd often smile or sheepishly slap and force herself back to work.

Her wait was over. He was back after 2 long years and still longer 8 months. It would not have been so had she not discovered, soon after he left, a void impossible to fill. She wasn't aware but perhaps, he had been doing so for the 2 years they knew each other. Not that she saw him and spoke to him everyday. But he was there...always.

He walked in wearing a big smile and a white check shirt, blue jeans and shoes, complementing his tall, well-built body. A personality pleasantly different from what she had last seen.

She never thought he had flattering looks. But then she had never looked at him flatteringly ever. He was always there...somewhere. A good friend of hers, like many others.

That was then. And this was now. She had seen 'it' at last. They were always meant for each other. So what if it took some time for her to realize that. She couldn't take her eyes off him, as the smile on her face and drops in her eyes grew bigger.


"Wow, you look beautiful," she thought he'd say.


"Hey gorgeous! missed ya so much," he said in a disturbingly friendly voice.

Pointing towards her he continued, "This is my life..." pointing to the woman standing besides her he added "...and she'll soon be my wife." She heard him laugh...so loud that she had to let out a cry.

Nothing could have prepared her for this moment either. This was it, finally... Or was it?

Should she win her love back? Can you really win love? May be it was just not meant to be...

Tonight....



Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example,'The night is shattered
and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight searches for her as though to go to her.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. Like my kisses before.
Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my sould is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.

~By Pablo Neruda ~
Pablo was a Chilean poet and diplomat...Winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1971. His original name was Neftali Ricardo Reyes Basoalto.

Fiery Shades of Fall



Strolling on stony streets
Mind full of rocky dreams
Thousand doubts in my mind
No way I see, only bars I find

Autumn sky is dark and gray
Taking my light far away
Dying leaves sadden me
They'd leave behind barren tree

Until thy beauty I behold
And let you make me your own
With your touch and divine embrace
I see the beauty in your grace

Your glory filled my soul
And your love made me whole
No stones I see
No doubts blind me

When beauty marries peace
Silence hears what silence speaks
There are messages in fallen leaves
Love will not let trees die
They'd rather help a poet write
And make a painter's work worthwhile
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