A few days back one of my friend had put a rhetorical question "Is THIS love?" on her Facebook status message only for me to reply with a wise-ass crack (no pun intended), "THIS is not love. THIS is a demonstrative pronoun." I know that it will be impossible for anyone to come up with a definition as to what constitutes a feeling called love. So this post is just my way of expressing what I feel is real love, or, how an ideal love should be.
When we are in love, it feels as if everything in this world suddenly seem to make more sense. Birds are chirping, rain is falling, and the world stops spinning. We get many forward mails that seem to define what true love is. Love is life, love is sharing, love is understanding, love is this, love is that and what not. And then there are the types of love. Love at first sight, love from friendship, and even love from hate. But all that matters is that when we are in love, everything else just doesn't seem to matter at all. The body, the brain, and six senses just want to be in company of our better half. We have heard so many dialogues that people throw when they are in love: "You are on my mind all the time. I'll give my life for you. You are carved in my heart. You are a part of me. I am in you. I am you. You complete me. etc." Many do mean what they say, and some just to take advantage. I always wondered, how true is the statement that our partner's feelings are imbibed in our senses when we are in love.
What if we are stripped of all senses, feelings and emotions? Would we be still capable of "feeling" love? We have seen people in vegetative state where they are incapable of expressing their emotions. But does that mean that they don't feel love? Is love truly magical that it could exist in absolutely nothing? To evaluate this assumption, we need to understand whether there is a possibility of being in a state where we are devoid of senses and feelings. Medical theory says, hell yeah! According to evolution, underneath all these facade of sophistication, culture and logic, we basically are animals. So when we are under stress, the brain stimulates adrenalin and switches off all supplementary bodily functions such as sexual arousal, pleasure...etc. There is only one primitive function that will exist, fight-or-flight. This is our body's mechanism in response to stress. Imagine staring at a hungry tiger, what would go in your mind? McDonalds? Titanic? Come on! You would want to get the hell out of there. Could you feel love in this state? What if you are stripped of even this level of sense? Imagine standing on a railway track with a train approaching you at a breakneck speed. You are unable to move. Brain overload! Can you feel love then? Is it even possible for any kind of feeling to exist in that state? I say, Yes it is possible, and I have seen it with my own eyes.
One of my friend had just come to back to India on his study break, and so my other friends and I decided to have a get-together in his hometown, Pondicherry. We all started on our bikes, and had a very pleasant journey from Chennai to Pondicherry along the scenic East Coast Road. We reached Pondi around 7:00 PM, and decided to rent a room at the hotel to just sit, talk and catchup on all the lost details. The roads of Pondi, in accordance with the French and Indian tradition of road building, are pretty narrow, and the stretch where we were gathered was poorly illuminated. Having said that, the ECR is one of the busiest routes of South India, where public and private transports of all forms and sizes ply throughout day and night. We were standing outside the hotel waiting for the rest of the gang to arrive when we heard a screech of the brakes, a few loud thuds, some metal noise, and a scream of a woman. It seems that a biker, who was in his 40s and who was carrying his wife and his kid on his bike, tried to overtake government bus, but only to pull up just at the last moment. However, he was too late to swerve away from the way of the bus, and the bus hit the bike from the back, making the driver to lose balance. All three who were on the bike fell on that busy road with the bike sliding along the road due to the momentum.
Medical theory predicts that it is exactly at this moment that all our body senses are shut, including the fight-or-flight mechanism, and we are left in the hands of fate to decide our life. It is at this moment, the woman and wife expressed what I consider the benchmark of love. She screamed. Whats' the big deal in screaming when you are about to die? I believe that no matter what accent we cultivate, or what languages we learn, when we feel pain, we just seem to shout "aaaa", an incoherent and meaningless grunt to express our pain. This woman didn't scream "aaa." She screamed "ennanga." ( என்னங்க - a tamil word, a very respectful and loving way of calling one's husband). The moment when every sense in her body would have shut, she impulsively managed to call out, perhaps for one last time, to her husband, to make sure that he is alright. She is just a normal Indian woman, in her mid thirties, with a 12 year old kid. She is the type of woman where we take for granted that she might not approve of love marriage, or might not have experienced love, or a conservative woman., or someone just too insignificant to include when we young generations discuss about love. She didn't scream for her. She didn't scream for her own flesh and blood, her son. She didn't scream for her mother, the second most usual response to pain. And she didn't call for the God. She screamed for her husband. The love for her husband still evident, still active, even when every sense and hope in her body and mind has gone into shutdown mode. Love, is indeed capable of existing in absolutely nothing and everything. I dedicate this post to that woman, to all those who are truly in love, and to those who wear their heart on their sleeves so that they could keep their better half in their hearts.
P.S: The woman, man, and their kid survived with just a few bruises. Fairy tale ending does exist.
This post is just my opinion. I definitely don't imply that only women are capable of expressing love. It just happens that in this incident, it was a woman.
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Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Sunday, May 09, 2010
Love Sex aur Dhokha - Intoxicating
A milestone in contemporary Indian cinema, Dibakar Banerjee’s LSD (love, sex, aur dhokha) is intoxicating. There are three plot lines in this movie, and all of them are shown to overlap at some point in the film’s overall time frame. Even though we have come across this type of screenplay in Yuva type of movies, the overlap is not substantial or crucial to entice me to draw parallels with those movies.
The "love" storyline is between Rahul and Shruti. Rahul is a student of a film institute and he fells in love-at-first-sight with Shruti, who is acting in his directorial amateur film project. Love blossoms between the two, and the Rahul compares his love story with that of Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge. It is funny especially when he calls Shruti "Simran" before his father. However, unlike DDLJ where SRK wants Kajol’s father blessing, Rahul decides to get married and then face her father. A pretty wrong calculation, as her mushy father entices both Rahul and Shruti to hop back in a car and come back home for a lavish reception party, he sets things in motion to have them eliminated completely. On their way back, Rahul and Shruti are dragged out of the car, Rahul murdered before Shruti, then she is murdered, then their heads are chopped off, and then they are cut into pieces and dumped into a plastic bag. Definitely one of the best murder scenes of the year! Even if the storyline seem to be taken from a normal love-failure bollywood flicks, the presentation is excellent.
The "sex" story line is based on Adarsh, a no-degree no-job debt burdened guy who works in his friend’s granddad supermarket, and Rashmi, an helper in the supermarket. After warned by "collectors" to repay the loan, Adarsh looks for any avenue to mop up the required funds. His friend gives an idea about how to utilize the store cameras to capture the libidinous acts of customers and sell them for a plump amount. He suggests that Adarsh trap Rashmi into love-making and sell the video. Adarsh tries, but he seem to fall for the skinny-darkskinned-bitch Rashmi (as said by himself), and gets pissed off when other customers try to make a pass at her. Rashmi also likes him but only after she is left in a totally vulnerable state after hearing the horrible fate of her friend Shruti (from Love), Adarsh is able to take advantage of her. Before the sex, Adarsh proceeds to switch off the cam, only to decide against doing it, and then lying to Rashmi that he had indeed done so. The sex clip becomes one of the most downloaded, and Adarsh and Rashmi are fired. No one is unable to trace Rashmi, whereas Adarsh is engaged to get married. For this storyline, we really dun want to look too much for inspiration; the DPS mms scandal, the first full blown (no pun intended) sex scandal of the Indian internet era, comes into mind.
The "Dhoka" line is based on Naina, an aspiring actress who is forced to perform sexual favors to a famous pop-singer Loki in return for a slot in his music video, and Prabhat, a sting-reporter. Prabhat saves Naina when she tries to commit suicide, and offers her to get back at Loki if she can make Loki say before a camera that he wants sex to offer her a place in music video. The first sting doesn’t go well, however they get lucky the second time. Prabhat shows the video (he deliberately cuts the love-making scene) to his editor, but she wants more leverage. A third meeting is arranged in the supermarket where Naina confronts Loki that she has enough evidence to convict him. Loki gets angry and tries to take away camera from Naina brandishing his revolver, only to shoot Prabhat. Rashmi(from "sex") provides first aid to Prabhat which makes him to survive the shot wound. In the hospital where Prabhat is recuperating, we get to see a different dimension of him. The hospital scene is the only scene where all the 6 protagonists of the movie are shown sharing the screen space.
Dibakar Banerjee must have lot guts to take this kind of movie. Even with an ’A’ certificate, this movie is prone to draw criticisms from conservative circles. The movie length is 1 hour 50 minutes, but I can’t seem to guess how many minutes of footage were censored. The wiki says that there is a 10 minute bare back love making scene cutoff, but I wonder if there were many more.
The first full length digital-movie from India, this movie deserves so many more accolades for taking subjects considered taboo even by the majority of progressive Indians. Many important issues such as caste, color of the skin, exploitation are shown blatantly without any preaching. There are no goody-goody endings in this story. Every frame shows the stark reality. Even with a jerky camerawork, the presentation is clear. In fact, the camera work adds an extra dimension to the story telling. I give a double thumbs up to this movie. A must watch for any movie buff.
The "love" storyline is between Rahul and Shruti. Rahul is a student of a film institute and he fells in love-at-first-sight with Shruti, who is acting in his directorial amateur film project. Love blossoms between the two, and the Rahul compares his love story with that of Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge. It is funny especially when he calls Shruti "Simran" before his father. However, unlike DDLJ where SRK wants Kajol’s father blessing, Rahul decides to get married and then face her father. A pretty wrong calculation, as her mushy father entices both Rahul and Shruti to hop back in a car and come back home for a lavish reception party, he sets things in motion to have them eliminated completely. On their way back, Rahul and Shruti are dragged out of the car, Rahul murdered before Shruti, then she is murdered, then their heads are chopped off, and then they are cut into pieces and dumped into a plastic bag. Definitely one of the best murder scenes of the year! Even if the storyline seem to be taken from a normal love-failure bollywood flicks, the presentation is excellent.
The "sex" story line is based on Adarsh, a no-degree no-job debt burdened guy who works in his friend’s granddad supermarket, and Rashmi, an helper in the supermarket. After warned by "collectors" to repay the loan, Adarsh looks for any avenue to mop up the required funds. His friend gives an idea about how to utilize the store cameras to capture the libidinous acts of customers and sell them for a plump amount. He suggests that Adarsh trap Rashmi into love-making and sell the video. Adarsh tries, but he seem to fall for the skinny-darkskinned-bitch Rashmi (as said by himself), and gets pissed off when other customers try to make a pass at her. Rashmi also likes him but only after she is left in a totally vulnerable state after hearing the horrible fate of her friend Shruti (from Love), Adarsh is able to take advantage of her. Before the sex, Adarsh proceeds to switch off the cam, only to decide against doing it, and then lying to Rashmi that he had indeed done so. The sex clip becomes one of the most downloaded, and Adarsh and Rashmi are fired. No one is unable to trace Rashmi, whereas Adarsh is engaged to get married. For this storyline, we really dun want to look too much for inspiration; the DPS mms scandal, the first full blown (no pun intended) sex scandal of the Indian internet era, comes into mind.
The "Dhoka" line is based on Naina, an aspiring actress who is forced to perform sexual favors to a famous pop-singer Loki in return for a slot in his music video, and Prabhat, a sting-reporter. Prabhat saves Naina when she tries to commit suicide, and offers her to get back at Loki if she can make Loki say before a camera that he wants sex to offer her a place in music video. The first sting doesn’t go well, however they get lucky the second time. Prabhat shows the video (he deliberately cuts the love-making scene) to his editor, but she wants more leverage. A third meeting is arranged in the supermarket where Naina confronts Loki that she has enough evidence to convict him. Loki gets angry and tries to take away camera from Naina brandishing his revolver, only to shoot Prabhat. Rashmi(from "sex") provides first aid to Prabhat which makes him to survive the shot wound. In the hospital where Prabhat is recuperating, we get to see a different dimension of him. The hospital scene is the only scene where all the 6 protagonists of the movie are shown sharing the screen space.
Dibakar Banerjee must have lot guts to take this kind of movie. Even with an ’A’ certificate, this movie is prone to draw criticisms from conservative circles. The movie length is 1 hour 50 minutes, but I can’t seem to guess how many minutes of footage were censored. The wiki says that there is a 10 minute bare back love making scene cutoff, but I wonder if there were many more.
The first full length digital-movie from India, this movie deserves so many more accolades for taking subjects considered taboo even by the majority of progressive Indians. Many important issues such as caste, color of the skin, exploitation are shown blatantly without any preaching. There are no goody-goody endings in this story. Every frame shows the stark reality. Even with a jerky camerawork, the presentation is clear. In fact, the camera work adds an extra dimension to the story telling. I give a double thumbs up to this movie. A must watch for any movie buff.
Monday, January 04, 2010
Pyaars'r possible
Brain is definitely the best database management system around. Those associated with database or commonsense will know that an index is useful to pinpoint the information we require to retrive from vast amounts of data. A few of us use techniques such as mnemonics and what not. But all of us, well almost, use the universal indexing mechanism, EMOTION. You associate an event (seeing, listening, hearing etc) with an emotion, and bam! it gets fixed on to your brain. One of the main reasons why woman are good in remembering things, albeit most of them unwanted. Brain's subconscious part is pretty much like the RAM of computers. Anything that needs to be done quickly and spontaneously is kept over there. But to get into this subconcious area, the information has to move through the conscious area. Remember when you learnt cycling? First you know when you apply the brakes, and after practice, you just apply without even knowing or thinking about it.
Unfortunately for us, when we are in Love, the practice and emotion go hand in hand. Every thing we see we try to associate with our partner. "She loves vanilla ice cream. He is so handsome in blue. I love her when she lifts her eyebrows..." Brain realizes that we are thinking only about one object (our partner) all the time. So in order to retrive the data about this person quickly, it builds bridges across memory cells, the neurons. Are you listening to a song which is her favorite? Are you eating a food which is her favorite? Is the next phone call will be hers? The more you think about your partner, stronger the bridges become. Now you are thinking so much about your partner, you brain replaces information in old unused memory cells with your partner's. So whenever your brain tries to look into head for any information, it invariably comes across at least one information about your partner. It's like Starbucks or Bajaj Pulsar. They are everywhere!
All izz well, and then, TADA, you people break up. Poor you, most of your head is occupied, literally, by your partner's thoughts. Drinking water? Your brain tells your partner likes warm water. Wearing blue shirt? Your brain recalls numerous times when your partner has commented how good you look in blue. It is all because of these darn bridges!!! Any action of yours, if associated with the partner's bridge, will remind you of him/her. Unfortunatey, if you were in a deep relationship, almost every action would be. Your brain is under stress which makes your hormones go haywire. Unable to eat, drink, sleep, think? BLAME IT ON BRIDGES.
So, coming to one of the most asked question in the world. "How do I get over my ex?" Zillion books have been written, numerous movies have been made, and quite a number of lives have been lost, all in search of the answer. The answer, is simple, break the bridges. How to do it? Make new thoughts. Old partner cells will eventually be replaced with new thoughts, it is Darwin's theory after all. Thus emotional people will always find it difficult to get over than the practical ones.
Another easy way is to make thoughts about a new partner. The 'fast track' types. Move on! This is definitely the faster approach. Mix praticality with this approach, you will find being called a stud if you're a guy, a slut if you are a girl.
This blog is inspired by one of the events from my novel-in-writing.
Unfortunately for us, when we are in Love, the practice and emotion go hand in hand. Every thing we see we try to associate with our partner. "She loves vanilla ice cream. He is so handsome in blue. I love her when she lifts her eyebrows..." Brain realizes that we are thinking only about one object (our partner) all the time. So in order to retrive the data about this person quickly, it builds bridges across memory cells, the neurons. Are you listening to a song which is her favorite? Are you eating a food which is her favorite? Is the next phone call will be hers? The more you think about your partner, stronger the bridges become. Now you are thinking so much about your partner, you brain replaces information in old unused memory cells with your partner's. So whenever your brain tries to look into head for any information, it invariably comes across at least one information about your partner. It's like Starbucks or Bajaj Pulsar. They are everywhere!
All izz well, and then, TADA, you people break up. Poor you, most of your head is occupied, literally, by your partner's thoughts. Drinking water? Your brain tells your partner likes warm water. Wearing blue shirt? Your brain recalls numerous times when your partner has commented how good you look in blue. It is all because of these darn bridges!!! Any action of yours, if associated with the partner's bridge, will remind you of him/her. Unfortunatey, if you were in a deep relationship, almost every action would be. Your brain is under stress which makes your hormones go haywire. Unable to eat, drink, sleep, think? BLAME IT ON BRIDGES.
So, coming to one of the most asked question in the world. "How do I get over my ex?" Zillion books have been written, numerous movies have been made, and quite a number of lives have been lost, all in search of the answer. The answer, is simple, break the bridges. How to do it? Make new thoughts. Old partner cells will eventually be replaced with new thoughts, it is Darwin's theory after all. Thus emotional people will always find it difficult to get over than the practical ones.
Another easy way is to make thoughts about a new partner. The 'fast track' types. Move on! This is definitely the faster approach. Mix praticality with this approach, you will find being called a stud if you're a guy, a slut if you are a girl.
This blog is inspired by one of the events from my novel-in-writing.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Ways in which you shouldn't try to woo - Part 1
This is my first of the “love series” which I plan to write. More advanced scenarios will be found in my novel-in-working, which unfortunately is out of public eyes for the moment.
SERIES-1: Ways in which you SHOULD NOT try to “woo”. APPLICABLE FOR GUYS ONLY.
Woo: - Definition: seek as romantic partner
Other synonyms: make advances, propose, pursue, run after etc
Action: Trying to show-off your stamina by running a marathon in shorts worn over your pants, and folding up your pants under your shorts. (You think you don’t have time to change, think again!)
Result: During your run, the pants will slowly fold down and come below your shorts. You won’t be able to finish the marathon. You’ll be half way down the track trying to hold your breath, with a jersey shorts over your pants. If no one makes fun of you, well, actually there is no escape. Everyone will.
Action: Trying to join a tuition class because your “other half” is studying there.
Result: You’ll find that you aren’t the first person do so. Invariably, you will always be the dorkiest, ugliest and stupidest guy in line for her in the class. So instead of just fading away in obscurity, you’ll be butt of many jokes among the girl and her cohorts.
Action: Trying to help in her assignments by doing it yourself. You aim to get some brownie points.
Result: You’ll become the “brother she never had.” You’ll find calling her dad “uncle.” Her kid brother will call you by name. Her mom will tell you to buy cucumbers from grocery store.
Action: Dropping her off at her home after college or office. You aim to be become a routine in her life.
Result: When she actually elopes with the person of her choice, who is not you (duh!), you will find at the receiving end of questions from her parents, relatives, ex-boyfriends, and police.
Action: Seeing titanic together. You aim to get into her “inner-zone” in her heart during the mushy moments.
Result: You’ll be crying during half of the movie, and you’ll give her a chance to see what a wuss you are. Not only that, you’ll also end up being compared with Di Caprio in boyfriend quotient, even though she is no Kate Winslet. Good luck!
Action: Cursing, humiliating and bossing your kid brother in front of her to show who the boss in your home is.
Result: A tip. ALWAYS KEEP THIS IN MIND. Girls love younger brothers, either theirs or someone else’s. Her opinion of you has gone below than the dirt in her shoe.
Action: Wishing her exactly at 00:00:00.00000 on her birthday. You think it is a killer task to get into her (heart/pants whatever)
Result: Guys. Remember. She is always, and I repeat, ALWAYS expecting a call from someone other than you. So when you are the FIRST guy to call her, the reply will be “HEYY THANKS. Hey I got a call on other line. Talk to you tomorrow ok.” Invariably, the tomorrow-talk never happens until you initiate. You know what that means! Yes, you are a “nobody.”
Tip: Call her in normal time. In that way, you are sure to get some valuable talk-time, and can talk about variety of topics, such as “so who all wished you at midnight?”, “when are you cutting the cake?” etc.
Action: Bunking your exam, job interview or other life altering events to accompany her and her dog to a vet.
Result: Congrats. You’ve officially become a loser. Girls DO NOT like loser. Hence, girls do not like you. Thus proved! Man, I love syllogisms!
Action: Memorizing lame movie dialogues such as “You complete me”, and, wait for it, using them in actual proposal!
Result: Recipe for disaster. Always know that the girl will always have seen more love movies than you at any point of time. And, she will know all the dialogues by heart. She will want to hear almost like that, remember, ALMOST like that. Of course, if you try “You might complete me”, well…
Action: Proposing over a phone.
Result: HA HA HA! Guys! Sometimes we do the craziest things.
Disclaimer:
Okay, the next series will be for girls. I can really use some help here. So women readers (if there are any!! ), please give me something.
SERIES-1: Ways in which you SHOULD NOT try to “woo”. APPLICABLE FOR GUYS ONLY.
Woo: - Definition: seek as romantic partner
Other synonyms: make advances, propose, pursue, run after etc
Action: Trying to show-off your stamina by running a marathon in shorts worn over your pants, and folding up your pants under your shorts. (You think you don’t have time to change, think again!)
Result: During your run, the pants will slowly fold down and come below your shorts. You won’t be able to finish the marathon. You’ll be half way down the track trying to hold your breath, with a jersey shorts over your pants. If no one makes fun of you, well, actually there is no escape. Everyone will.
Action: Trying to join a tuition class because your “other half” is studying there.
Result: You’ll find that you aren’t the first person do so. Invariably, you will always be the dorkiest, ugliest and stupidest guy in line for her in the class. So instead of just fading away in obscurity, you’ll be butt of many jokes among the girl and her cohorts.
Action: Trying to help in her assignments by doing it yourself. You aim to get some brownie points.
Result: You’ll become the “brother she never had.” You’ll find calling her dad “uncle.” Her kid brother will call you by name. Her mom will tell you to buy cucumbers from grocery store.
Action: Dropping her off at her home after college or office. You aim to be become a routine in her life.
Result: When she actually elopes with the person of her choice, who is not you (duh!), you will find at the receiving end of questions from her parents, relatives, ex-boyfriends, and police.
Action: Seeing titanic together. You aim to get into her “inner-zone” in her heart during the mushy moments.
Result: You’ll be crying during half of the movie, and you’ll give her a chance to see what a wuss you are. Not only that, you’ll also end up being compared with Di Caprio in boyfriend quotient, even though she is no Kate Winslet. Good luck!
Action: Cursing, humiliating and bossing your kid brother in front of her to show who the boss in your home is.
Result: A tip. ALWAYS KEEP THIS IN MIND. Girls love younger brothers, either theirs or someone else’s. Her opinion of you has gone below than the dirt in her shoe.
Action: Wishing her exactly at 00:00:00.00000 on her birthday. You think it is a killer task to get into her (heart/pants whatever)
Result: Guys. Remember. She is always, and I repeat, ALWAYS expecting a call from someone other than you. So when you are the FIRST guy to call her, the reply will be “HEYY THANKS. Hey I got a call on other line. Talk to you tomorrow ok.” Invariably, the tomorrow-talk never happens until you initiate. You know what that means! Yes, you are a “nobody.”
Tip: Call her in normal time. In that way, you are sure to get some valuable talk-time, and can talk about variety of topics, such as “so who all wished you at midnight?”, “when are you cutting the cake?” etc.
Action: Bunking your exam, job interview or other life altering events to accompany her and her dog to a vet.
Result: Congrats. You’ve officially become a loser. Girls DO NOT like loser. Hence, girls do not like you. Thus proved! Man, I love syllogisms!
Action: Memorizing lame movie dialogues such as “You complete me”, and, wait for it, using them in actual proposal!
Result: Recipe for disaster. Always know that the girl will always have seen more love movies than you at any point of time. And, she will know all the dialogues by heart. She will want to hear almost like that, remember, ALMOST like that. Of course, if you try “You might complete me”, well…
Action: Proposing over a phone.
Result: HA HA HA! Guys! Sometimes we do the craziest things.
Disclaimer:
- The above suggestions and advices are the result of real and half-baked life experiences of my friends, friends of friends, general public, imaginary people and me albeit incognito. So if any of you find yourself in the list, don’t come out the closet. If you do, then KISS MY ABS. (You would actually beg to kiss my ass when you see my abs. Anyways…)
- Always take an advice with a pinch of sanity, as advice = ad (toward) + vice (a harmful or nasty habit or action). So you may find advices may sometimes lead you to do the action or yield the opposite result. Olrite, enough gyaan…
Okay, the next series will be for girls. I can really use some help here. So women readers (if there are any!! ), please give me something.
Saturday, August 08, 2009
I'm over you
You have been the love of my life. I was so insanely mad in love with you even before Emma Watson, even before Manchester United. I cannot remember a day passing by without seeing you, without hearing you. You have been there during my happiest of days, as well as the saddest of them lot. No matter how sad I am, just a glimpse of you was enough to put my mind at peace. Because of you, I have made so many friends who were all admirers of you.
But it breaks my heart to say that for the past few weeks, in fact months, I haven’t been feeling the same. I told to myself that it was just a passing phase in our relationship, but as the days grew so did the gap. I cannot feel the emotional attachment that we had before. It seems like there is some kind of space between us, which is so big. One of the reasons could be that when I have grown in years and maturity, you have not managed to do so. You sure cultivated new things, but they pale in comparison with what you had before. We just are not on the same wavelength anymore. You seem to like different things. And looks like you have had new folks in your life too nowadays. Fair enough, who am I to complain now anyway.
I think it is only fair enough for me to say that we have to part ways now. There is no point in seeing you anymore, when there is no love. I am not the kind of guy who tears up your posters, or who burns the memorabilia. I will keep them with me, safe and sound. After all, we shared just a magical bond once. And I am sure that any girl who enters into my life hereafter would understand my love for you.
And I am not going to lie. I am not going to miss you. But thanks so much for all the memories. Bye bye cartoons!
But it breaks my heart to say that for the past few weeks, in fact months, I haven’t been feeling the same. I told to myself that it was just a passing phase in our relationship, but as the days grew so did the gap. I cannot feel the emotional attachment that we had before. It seems like there is some kind of space between us, which is so big. One of the reasons could be that when I have grown in years and maturity, you have not managed to do so. You sure cultivated new things, but they pale in comparison with what you had before. We just are not on the same wavelength anymore. You seem to like different things. And looks like you have had new folks in your life too nowadays. Fair enough, who am I to complain now anyway.
I think it is only fair enough for me to say that we have to part ways now. There is no point in seeing you anymore, when there is no love. I am not the kind of guy who tears up your posters, or who burns the memorabilia. I will keep them with me, safe and sound. After all, we shared just a magical bond once. And I am sure that any girl who enters into my life hereafter would understand my love for you.
And I am not going to lie. I am not going to miss you. But thanks so much for all the memories. Bye bye cartoons!
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