Love Struck

You left me ‘speechless’ while we were ‘chasing cars’

Love. Infatuation. Love. It is the only thing that would keep you from doing assignments to which you are responsible for on behalf of your entire group. It is the only thing that would make you want to write about it, as it had been nagging you for the past indefinite number of weeks. It is the only thing that would make you want to perform the Herculean task of jumping over those Greco-Roman mountains or some jazz. It’s also the only thing that would stop you from Skyping with your bestie living in the US #oops

At times I wonder if this is what love is in the end. The ability to de-prioritise school or college work and ensure that you write a blog post about the way you feel. I was told by a nice guy and to an extent cynic, that blogging was all about writing about what time you visited the loo, how many meals you had a day so on and so forth. That’s what Twitter is there for, if you ask me. Teehee. I find blogs to be intellectual, enlightening, amusing, thought-provoking and of course absurd too, undoubtedly. But then again, who I am to judge. It’s not as though I am a frequent blogger after all.

Anyhow, my initial content was to be on the subject of a some odd months in long-distance or something of that sort. But, that would really do me justice, as now coming to think of it, I wonder if I loved him all along. True enough I did crush on him for a considerable period of time *blush* before, realisation dawned on me of course. But then, nature and beauty took its course I suppose! Haha :)

At times, I feel as though it is some sort of an illusion. This whole love-business. Maybe, it’s because I’ve been a cynic for a good deal of my late teens. Not that I am not now. It’s just that, I’ve come in to terms with the boundaries that come with my cynicism. Same goes for my feminism too. Maturity I suppose.

But coming to think of it, it’s something that any individual would feel good about. There is the literary concept of an individual falling in love with another in order to look good in one another’s eyes. True, there is a sense of nihilism affixed to it. However, ‘looking good’ could on the other hand be a substitute for one accepting the other as they are and vice versa.

The thing about him is that, not only does he make me feel good about myself, but also about the world around me. As corny as this may sound, I find him faultless. Note, I said faultless and not flawless. Personally, being flawless is just too plastic. As I sat recalling his virtues, I tried listing out those of which are bad and found my self in a fix.

He has made me accept the world around me, “removed all walls I surrounded myself in”, taught me to trust others and make me a better person all together. I wouldn’t know life without his madness :)

 

“And thus invoke us, “You, whom reverend love
Made one another’s hermitage ;
You, to whom love was peace, that now is rage ;
Who did the whole world’s soul contract, and drove
Into the glasses of your eyes ;
So made such mirrors, and such spies,
That they did all to you epitomise—
Countries, towns, courts beg from above
A pattern of your love.”

The Canonization

John Donne (1572- 1631)

Silence is Golden

6.17am. Yes! Am a ‘wannabe’ blog whore. As I sit at the porch of Jonas Hall I begin to think that I’m blessed with insomnia. Yes, I do consider insomnia to be a blessing in disguise or something of that sort, as it helps me stay awake of when I really needed to. Or even when I don’t need to, like today, a Saturday for crying out loud.

My blog-cells were provoked as a result of being the witness to a quiet Bangalore. Yes, you heard me, a quiet Bangalore. Free from noise, free from tooting horns (okay, we shall make allowance for an occasional horn every 10 minutes) and most importantly free from everything that I stated in the previous post.

Disrobing *LoL* for bed around two am I took the final glimpse of Bangalore for the day before retiring. At once, I was taken up by the beauty of Bangalore by night. Or dusk to be precise. The first time I saw the sunrise (just to break the heat of the moment, sunrise cannot be technically seeing in Bangalore as it is in the middle of the country) in the city a few weeks back, the sky was a mischievous shade of mauve. This morning it was an orange that had transcended to a red  that had to a light-crimson. It was amazingly beautiful. Being an insomniac I was not sleepy. At all. However, I knew ‘sleep’, at that precise moment was an obligation. Nonetheless, the stillness of Bangalore never did leave my sight. Exaggerating I am not, as a result of there being no breeze, the trees remained still. As a result of there being no hustle and bustle amongst the city folk the Houses remained quiet. Never in my life had I seen Bangalore as still as I had this morning.

6.30am. Now I speak of Bangalore at four am. Though it wasn’t as quiet as it was two hours ago, the hues of the apparent big blue sky were attaining its moments of mischievous mauve. The breeze, which seems to be boulderised *I call this blog-atic license. wink* had still paused the actions of the city. Birds, having woken up is making itself known by its irritating chirps.

The sky at six-thirty-four am looks pale blue. Not a cloud in the sky sweetheart. Not a cloud in the sky.  The city is yet to play.

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