WHY LOVE IS A FARCE ...

This one post is bound to be more read than any of my previous posts ... maybe coz its more controversial than the others , maybe it'll turn out to be more thought provoking than you thought , or what i intended it to be .. for more simply read on

An immediate counter to it would be ... love includes everything .. is love is a farce , then what of mother's love ? does that also count as a farce ? No , here I would just say that every theory has exceptions , this is just one of the many that would crop up in your minds eventually . Going with my theory , that no theory is complete , i go on with my explanation .

Why is love , the purest , most untainted emotion , one which even God's had to take human form to practice , a farce ? I do challenge here the emotion , but the variation of the emotion that is being practiced today . Its never the magic that is questioned , but the magician. What if everything is just an illusion , just like the magic we talk about ? What if every feeling is an illusion created by the mind. Think about it , for how long do you actually experience the feeling of anger , annoyance or sadness ... and how long do you stretch it just to put on a show ...? It is not our fault that we do this . The societal pressure on all of us is immense , a great book of rights and wrongs has been installed in our brains which tell us , that we cannot do such and such thing , for example not getting over being angry in a moment , thus we have to "pretend" to stay in the state . To be happy after a disaster has happened is wrong , so the person has to be seen grieving or mourning . The real reason behind it might be something that we want , everyone likes to be taken acre of , sympathized with , afterall . You laugh at jokes you don't find remotely funny , or don't understand , because thats what the rest of them are doing . "Acceptance" has become the buzz word of the general public today . Anything out of the ordinary may make a celebrity or an outcast of you , the risk of being an outcast being too high to accept .

The motive behind my including the above examples is not to change track , or beat around the bush .The real reason is to show how the emotions which we think to be our private possessions are being dictated by various factors beyond our control . They are all directly or indirectly controlled by the very society that we constitute , and that love is not an exception .

What has resulted due to the over indulgence of society in the matter of love , is that it has mutated into a sort of a compromise between two people , rather than the selfless , untainted version that we associate the word "Love " with . How many times have you come across people compromising so much that they eventually lose their own identity and assumes an identity that the loved one wants him to adopt . But a point to ponder over here is that if that person indeed loves him , then why ask him for a changeover which results in a completely different person from the one that she/he loved. The idea itself is preposterous . But sad to say , this is what we see around us , something we try to shove to the very furthest corner of our mind , labeling it as insignificant . It is not insignificant and it does affect us in some way or the other .

But the question still remains , in spite of all this , why is Love a farce ..?
Lets take a situation . Suppose someone , for that matter I .. say that "I Love you" , You can react in 3 different kind of ways .
1. say yes
2. say no
3. say that you need time to think

For the first 2 answers there is no beating around the bush , and they should be really easy to say , but numbers say a different story , we find most of the people resorting to the 3rd option for an escape route , to what they perceive as a very complex question .The Love that should be , doesnt need deliberation or "thick slicing" . We go over various permutations and combinations , make long term plans , count short term benefits and a whole lot of stuff taht should be thought about , before making that decision . All this would have been fine "If" it was such a hard decision to make , maybe even compelx . But Love is supposed to be the simplest thing that exists . It happens .. thats it , end of story . It goes beyond any boundary created by man , any differences that a human brain can think of . So effectively thick slicing shouldnt even be on the menu . You just know that the person is the one . You fall into love , you don't walk into it , or run or for that matter skid into it . So why does that question take so long to answer , and why is it so filled with compromises that we see today ?

I am "NOT" against Love .. There is Love present in the world , and will remain there for all eternity . Romeos and Juliets will be reborn to take further their love epic . Its just that omnipresent Love has been overshadowed by the farce that Love has become .

I rest my case .

Whats BMS all about

While talking about MICA,
We say BMS lecture is a big pain
the monotonous droning voice,
drives us insane.
The "probability" of sleeping,
is closer to one ,
b'coz , in this lecture,
theres nothin' called fun.
The "Matrix" that we are trapped in ,
is a big scam.
To induce us to sleep ,
and den say "don't sleep in class".
The "Function" of the teacher,
is to teach us maths,
but his voice is to sleep ,
what cheese is to rats .
The "Maxima" is his jokes,
the "Minima", the assignment sheets,
when sleeping is all we do,
doesn't , quizzes, the whole point beat ?
The rows and rows of sleepyheads,
are the idols of out batch,
The "Regression" towards a unified mean
why 40 winks can't one catch ?

2 weeks into my orientation .. I think I owe this to all my Friends and fellow MICAN's ...

MICA RAWKS ...

I start this poem ,
with a view in mind,
to tell you about
how MICA I find.
I came in late,
was one of the few.
The classes and the people,
both of them new.
The open hostels,
the WiFi zones.
The 24*7 Chota,
The free local phones.
The dog called "Roxy"
with a brown skin tone.
The A/C , the lime water,
the ice-cream cone.
The all night chats,
the movie shifts,
The assignment I've been given ,
covers all this.
The Talent ,its obvious,
is plentiful here,
some athletes, some professionals,
but all hold Music dear.
A rapper inhouse,
his impromptu songs,
two guitarists , a pianist
the righted wrongs.
The delayed Lappy's
the indianized mess,
The radio booming,
a game of chess.
The game of football,
the game of pong,
the short courted Baddy,
the basketball court long .
The movies at FR,
the subway Footlongs,
The holidays short,
the journey very long.
That was the culture,
of the MICA we know,
theres still a lot left to see,
a lot left to show.
The seniors are yet to come,
The ragging yet to be done.
We've been assured time and again,
Its sure to be a lot of fun .
As we get "Oriented",
the MICA way,
We hope that the change,
in the end does pay ..!!