LovEconomics

Coup de foudre! It is so much the better so much the worse to be in love besotted. Everything around seems to be perfect; her smile, her dimple even her wrinkle. There are butterflies in the stomach and cuckoos all around this is not to say that the life becomes a sanctuary with birds and animals, the trees suddenly seem to be greener than ever, the imaginative bent of mind which was sombre for years rejuvenates and architectures grotesquely pulchritudinous shapes for clouds. Nature comes to life at lovers’ disguise. For the rationals it is pure science which justifies that with an irresistible cocktail of chemicals, our brain entices us to fall in love. I do-not intend to defy the bloody souls(after all these chemical reactions start in blood) but what is it that makes them the nature lover every time they fall in love and when they literally FALL in love,(yes the rational minds got me correct that is when they break off).

Recently while travelling with a long time friend I saw him admiring the nature spitefully which tickled my cognition because as far as I knew him until he fell and FELL in love he was no where a nature lover at least a spiteful one! I enquired out of my natural habit with an appeasing and empathising tone,” what is wrong brother?” not to say I was being crafty but it is best to handle these situations by being a bit emotionally furtive then being without getting your emotions to motion. He confided in me and said dude I am shattered which made things quite clear but out of moral obligation I had to hear the whole story.

Rising and falling in love reminds me of the business cycle which my professor explained me effectively when I was a sophomore. It starts with a low yielding thing which gradually reaches the peak and then there is a decline which causes depression literally and incidentally in both cases i.e. economy/business and love. There will be a day for obvious reasons that pundits at the Universities around the world will have to come up with a subject “love economics” to explain the characteristics, benefits and limitations of love along with the most obvious demand – supply, demand - price relations in accordance to love to make the gen-x more practical in their love years. It is common to hear these days “dude I am shattered she left me!” I am not a male chauvinist partisan and do-not want to hurt the maternal instincts so for the females here goes the most famous thing when they break off “silence” literally.

Those who have failed in love decry it altogether and some of those with the eternal hangover go deep down into depression; so it is here where love economics can prove to be an effective saviour. One cannot ignore the fact that when there is an all time high yes obviously in love it brings along a hole in your pockets , your phone bills are at an all time high, your ATM’s run out of cash which naturally we all despise so it can be seen a characteristic advantage of break offs. It not only pommels your pockets but also your space and in some cases you have to share your washroom space also with your phone and beloved. You cannot admire the other adorable admirations (other beautiful girls/handsome guys) lest if you do it in front of your partner you are incriminated. I do-not deny the fact that that it pinches badly during the decline in relationship as it does in business cycles but as after all the decline there is again a rise maybe with some other more beautiful and more mature creation.

P.S.: It is a light-hearted article and not intended to denigrate love and any committed relationships.

A Confused Clan

There are many worlds of differences and many forms of life in the human race. If human life is a race, wealth is caste and 21st century is 16th century. Is it getting complicated, indeed it is, for the very simple reason that human and his life itself are complicated. No one knows the fountainhead of human race. Some say that first human was born in the Garden of Eden but how that first human was born is again a question in itself. If we go according to the famous Adam-eve phenomena we all belong to the same gothra and we all have a common ancestor and accordingly all Hindus are Muslims and English; all English are Europeans and Americans, this way the list follows with all of us being brothers and sisters. Interestingly a husband is his wife’s brother and his wife is his mother’s sister with his mother being his father’s sister; so the world is a clan with numerous brothers and sisters.

But, this is not true we all are different, I think we were manufactured at some factory under different brands and portfolios with market demand of American brand the highest and African the lowest; with demand of rich being the highest and poor being the lowest.

We have life but we are lifeless, we are no less than a brand or a product with the only distinction being that of quality. More the richer superior the quality and more the poor inferior the quality. A rich get its alms from the public and the poor get its earnings from the rich. And in all this clamour the middle class is the mediator between rich and poor who seems to run the whole lineage of government, family and or his love life and in the midst of this he is lost in a marooned island (Mumbai also happens to be an island) which is ironically surrounded by buzzing telephone rings, glittery lights and wavering minds.

We spoke about saleable riches and unsalable poor but what about the middle class? He is like an all season discounted product which we get at dollar shops, loot or big-bazaars. He tries to emulate the rich and shun the poor but his way of doing this is grotesque which makes him the victim of the rich as well as poor. We are all saleable; a girl judges her boyfriend’s financials to see whether he matches to her clans wealth, a child judges a friend by how many toys the other has. It’s in your hands to decide whether to be in this confused clan or you have to live a life worth living which is absolutely unsalable and priceless!

STOP

We are surrounded by many colors ranging from white the subtlest to black the boldest. There is something psychedelic about colors. Every thing around us seems to be made from these colors. When you look at different objects around you; you’ll find that these colors define these objects. We associate colors with peace, valor, simplicity, anger, hatred et al. For instance saffron color stands for power and unity, the green color tells culture and charms and white color for truth which incidentally happens to be the cherished trio of The Indian National Flag.

Red gathered all my attention towards itself. Red is associated with anger and animosity paradoxically it also stands for love and best friendship. How do we define this color red? A failed lover with a sullen face or to be more precise Devdas as is better known. Those with broken hearts will agree with either of the names but a person with sound mind who has failed to have a failed relation would disagree as for him yet this color is the color of love. I happened to meet this “Mr Red” at a brand new traffic signal in the sublime city lights standing atop at the highest rank. At first I found this sullen red scowling with the intent of humiliating me not for the reason that i had many failed relations but for the notions which i have heard about this color; in our community this color does-not enjoys a good reputation and is often associated with bad luck and anger. I tried to hide myself from this outlandish color but it made no effect on it; it kept on gazing at me with a berserked glittery smile.

I made an attempt to make friendship with this gleamy hot dude but it was in no mood to make an effort to be friendly with me. It made me pay 200 bucks for not respecting its command for a hault. Ironically its friend for life that is the one to whom i payed 200 bucks(traffic cop) seemed to be in love with Mr red. And the love was so intense that the cop had held Mr red in his mouth chewing meticulously for hours which was now driping from his mouth to his government gifted shirt’s collar tranforming it from white revolution to a red one!

Red made me a superstitious, beleiving in the age old myths and horrors about itself. I made a pledge not to gift anyone a gift wrapped in red or lest a red rose to any girl which i perceived is bound to get rejected. At the next signal again I happened to meet our dearest red with all the cautions and premonitions. But this time Mr red seemed to be more humble and humanitarian than any other color ond or even any human. A white car with an angry young lady drapped in black was cruising at a speed of not less than 70 kmph towards an innocent child who was trying hard to cross the monstrous road when our dearest red with its perfect timing made the black lady calm her(car’s) speed in seconds and not only helped the child in crossing the road but also saved him(the child) from an undeserving event.At that moment I realized that Mr red was just performing its duty and saving thousands of lives daily from the madenning speed without any intent of humiliation or anger. This mr red surely stands for love and best friendship. Can’t stop hailing red! can you?

"need of the hour"

war? what, where, when and how? it started in the 'so called' rational minds of the gods most preeminent and unrivaled creation that is human BEING. But, unfortunately, this best creation of god has forgot to be humane. it is said that man is a dogs idea of what god might be but does he actually deserves this paramount position? is the question to be unveiled. why there is so much hatred around the world, why there is so much clamour and clangor and what for are they all fighting? why can't we live amicably? the answer for all these questions is the "self distinguishment" why have we forgotten the legitimate truth that we all belong to a common ancestor. Each human is trying to be individual which is separating him from humanity and with the passing hours he assimilates hatred not only for the reason that he thinks that the other paramount creation of god is better than him but also for the reason that he or she is not souped up to his mark. he who created never distinguished but the creation makes his own hypothesis and distinguishes the self from his very own kindred. we are fighting on the grounds which have no firm grounds; some are fighting for the holy freedom while the others are swaggering on their superiority. by doing all this they are not only bullying themselves but the whole lineage. adore the human and love the humanity and not venality. do not breech the creators trust in his most admired creation.