Straight Angle™: I hate Love
Tuesday, November 22, 2005

I hate Love 

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!


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love is mindless??
Have we been fooled??

such questions occur when we feel cheated or when we lose our love..

but love is not that bad..

Kambakht Ishq.. jab rehta hai tab tak ye kambakht.. jannat dikhata hai..

One must learn to love and go through a good deal of suffering to get to it... and the journey is always towards the other soul... which never ends!!

What say??


11/24/2005 2:47 AM  
Blogger Krish said...

@Div: How am I to answer you, except agreeing? But what irks me is the...leave it..not worth explaining!;)

11/24/2005 7:54 AM  
Blogger Anupama Viswanathan said...

I am actually confused when it comes to what I feel about love..Sometimes, after all many arguments (with myself and with others), it just zeroes down to how you view it - as a pleasure or pain..and I still don't know how to see it!!!

11/25/2005 8:30 AM  
Blogger Krish said...

@Anu:umm...I dont think anyone views it as anyone thing..the entire problem with Love is, you cannot view it as just one...Pain or Pleasure...You never know when it becomes pleasure and when it becomes Pain!
Me groppling with the same issue...it pains to be this way!:(..heck!..it pains to be no way!

11/25/2005 10:11 AM  

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