Wouldn’t it be awesome to be neck-deep in love with someone? Like that person fulfils your reason to exist. Like there is an extra meaning to the carbon dioxide you add to the environment. Like you’d wake up someday with a sprained neck and you know for a fact why it happened. Because there have to be consequences of being neck-deep in love with someone.
Some lines we scribble out of habit; they don’t really add value to the empty page but they need to shift from the canvas of your mind onto something else.
He simply misses you
— all the time.
He simply cherishes you
— without a doubt.
He simply needs you
— always as usual.
He simply loves you
— and it’s not his fault!
Some of us can’t dance even if Boko Haram were to pull a gun and make us move our legs. We just can’t. It’s an alien concept to the muscles in our legs and the neurons inside our brains. However, here’s a slightly different take on the subject: what if you can’t dance because you haven’t found a suitable partner yet? Maybe there is somebody out there with whom you can dance because that’s how you two are supposed to be: dancing together without a care.
While watching The Walking Dead, I was wondering what happens when zombies fall in love. Do they kiss each other? And if they do, do they know where to start and how to go about it? And if they do, do they end up eating each other up? And if they do, who is going to last? The one who loved or the one wanted to be loved?
The greatest deed you can do for others is gift them a portion of your time. Or bitcoins. Whichever is readily available. When you are used to thinking about somebody and then one day, due to some unavoidable reasons, you weren’t able to dedicate moments from your mind to that person, you feel like something is wrong. Something is incomplete and forgotten. Oh wait, it’s you that is incomplete and it’s the other person who is forgotten.
The year is 2250 and we are already on Mars. At least some of us are, the anti-ageing oligarchs of Silicon Valley. And it’s only after visiting the Red Planet that we finally realize that Martians are alien—no pun intended—to the concept of love. They don’t get it all. Their doubt: why would a species so advanced like ours succumb to such an illogical pulley? Martians are watching from a distance and trying to figure out if there is a way to correct this aberration. After all, they want us to be like them. After all, we are in their territory, not the other way around.
The year is 2999 and that aberration is yet to be corrected.
I spent a really long time being in love with Natalie Portman. Just so you know, it was a one-sided story. All the rumours about her also being in love with me is utterly baseless. Anyway, when I used to watch her movies and interviews (on loop) and read her articles, I used to wonder how it must feel to be in her company, to talk to her, to make her laugh, to touch her hands, to hug her, and so on. It was a cute bubble that I created for myself and stayed cozy in there. For years. It was much later that I realized that our understanding of love is as individualistic as it can get. Being a social creature, we club everything into categories but in practice, the only person you can put in a bucket is you.
All the lonelinesses in the world should get a huge room and have a party. That could be a brilliant way to bully the shit out of life for dealing all those wrong cards on a daily basis. In case you enjoy your solitude, good for you. But when you look out of the window, what do you hear? A bird crying his heart out for companionship. And what do you feel? A gush of wind rejoicing with kisses on the innumerable leaves of a tree. And what do you see? Clouds dragging their way to meet their loved ones. And what do you feel? Your loneliness.
The only thing inappropriate about two lovers who are away from each other is the distance that separates them. Feelings are transient and might change over time. The distance will remain the same. There is absolutely nothing that can be cruler than this.
[The algebra of an incomplete relationship]
“Knock, knock”
“Who’s there?”
“Your x.”
“But y?”
When in doubt
Dance it out
Maybe in and about
Like two fools
— aren’t aware of the rules
Or listening to the song
Just circling to their soulful sound
Whoever feels less awkward
Wins this round.
God gave you a pair of temples so that you can find one person whose shoulder you can use to rest on. And in case you fall asleep, that’s alright too. As long as you don’t wake up with a neck sprain. That shit looks cool only if you are neck-deep in love.
The experts tell you that the reason why most relationships fail or are about to fail is because of the burden of expectations placed on each other’s head. Let’s take a step back and ask ourselves: is there any human pursuit detached from the equation of expectation? The way I see it, relationships turn hollow not because of the expectations but because of being untrue to oneself. The problem isn’t the other person.
You speak eloquently and smell nicer in somebody’s presence. You sense an eruption of confidence when that person is around. And by adding one and two, someone has the power to make or break your day. Well, nobody should possess that sort of power over you. In the jungle of affection, the watering hole stays dry for a major part of the year. For a good reason.
Old woman: “What are we doing with each other?”
Old man: “Being, my love.”
Some say Aradhana (1969) was that groundbreaking movie to show flowers, during a song sequence, to suggest a kissing scene between the onscreen hero and heroine. Not very different from the Disney/Pixar approach—a case in point being Up (2009)—of showing carpentry (nuts and bolts) to indicate intimacy. Being squeamish about the basic facts of life is understandable but the hypocrisy isn’t. Cinema, as a medium of art, is supposed to push forward the cart of tomorrow. But, no. That hasn’t happened in Hindi cinema. We may not see actors running around the proverbial tree or flowers making out anymore but we are yet to see mainstream films address intimacy with dignity. In the 1970s, we heard bold dialogues like “tu hamare pyaar ki nishaani hai”. It’s 2020s already and we are yet to hear “tu hamare hawas ki nishaani hai.”
Not sure what your are thoughts on sabbath but mine would make a sloth proud. I am least interested in going out anymore. Not even the beach, which is barely 5 kilometers away. No wonder missus makes her own plans. My idea of an ideal weekend is not carrying the stress of pending office-related work. Just lying down with a book, before drifting off to sleep for at least 2 to 3 hours. It’d be great to wake up so fresh and energized that I immediately get back to work and finish all the pending tasks there.
The fun is in jumping into
What we don’t know
Just like most startups do
As people are prone to
Startups are built on love too
The love for an idea
Sometimes, a couple jump into
What they don’t know
And then after jumping in
They realize that they still don’t know
I guess being in love is exactly that
Or maybe somewhere in between
Ignorance of the highest order
As long as both take the jump.
Have you ever wondered—of course, you haven’t because you’ve got better things to do—whether skeletons ever miss each other? Imagine the hollowness in their existence. The sheer amount of space added to the space that already exists between them. Anyway, when they finally see each other, do they engage in a bone-crushing hugs?
Her: “How much do you love me?”
Him (extends arms SRK-style): “This much!”
Her: “Only 173 cm?”
A great Valentine special 😉
Majja aa gaya bro!