The day had been calm and serene. It had been a hard day at office, with a single problem left unsolved. A single thorn in the flesh. A reminder of the unfinished task. Something incomplete- Just left as a comma!

Unable to accept defeat at the hands of a stupid program that wouldn't understand that I wanted to change it, I retreat back to the den, to fight another day, another chance, at the altar of bits and bytes- my Computer.

The work desk is strwen with papers, manuals, training materials, cables running at all sides, pens, note pads and other "essentials"! I clear them with a wisp of air and tuck in the papers into the drawer. Just then the phone rings and the weekend plan is finalised. Our Plan stands cancelled!

Brooding over the cancelled trip, and unsympathetic friends, I trudge along to room, switch on the idiot box and it dutifully presents itself with a smiling face of Nitish Kumar, unable to answer questions like "Why are you not flamboyant as Lalu yadav?", "Why hadn't you called your parents and brother?", "Why is it that you think you have won?"

Unable to bear the sickness of the questions, I change channels to settle down on Nat Geo. Atleast it seems, animals are far more sensible than their supposedly intelligent evolution. The program was to show a family of Baboons in some african forest.

A male "commander" of the tribe, with a challenger to his position in the harem, always in the look out for a suitable female and being chased away by the commander everytime he manages to get what he wants.

A female with a new born, unmindful of the rebel, leaves her kid unattended.

Sensing a chance to avenge for his inability, the rebel grabs the kid and runs away.

In the ensuing chase and subsequent retreival of the kid, the mother finds that the younger one is already dead in the altercation. Unmindful of the fact, it gaurds over the dead body...

The gaurding goes on for several days, even after all that is left is a skeleton. The narrator at the background says, "The Love overcomes sense" at precisely the point when, the mother takes the dead body and runs away from the commander, who comes to console her!

I sit there, shocked, moved- I am unable to describe what I felt- was it revulsion, pain, surprise, anguish, shock, sentimental, sympathetic? I feel numb for sometime, before the full meaning and power of what the narrator had just told strikes me..

"Love overcomes Sense"....isn't this the case everywhere- even in humans?

How many times had we been fooled out of our senses by Love? Isnt Love mindless, mind numbing?

I hate Love!