just when you thought it was over
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Lately I've come to realize how life is all about bad timing. Something to the effect of "an old man turned 98, he won a lottery - died the next day." Random lines from Alanis Morissette keep popping up in my head as of late. Too much imperfect timing, way too many times.. You meet someone, you leave the country. You meet someone there, and leave that place for somewhere else. The 'other country' could be a geographical different country or a different emotional continent altogether.
What is it about distance that scares people so much? Is it the insecurity of not knowing what someone else might be upto? The fear that their eyes may stray? Or the fear that yours might? Since when did proximity become such a great deal? Are we trying to avoid being sadists or masochists? Have we lost all faith in true love?
A few weeks ago, I was in a cab with a Punjabi driver from Pasroor who told me about the girl he's been in love with since he was 15. It was the cliched village girl, village boy story that you see in old PTV re-runs.. yet it struck a skeptic chord within me and made me wonder if such a love exists anymore. Catching up with an old friend yesterday, I found out she married her childhood sweetheart - the first and only man she had ever been in love with. Does that even happen anymore?
How many of us have scornfully laughed with disbelief after reading Romeo and Juliet? I, for one, could never be a fan of Shakespeare with all his stories about people dying for love. You die for your family, yes. For your nation, yes. For what you believe in, yes. But who dies for love anymore? Who are those people who run away from home abandoning families that have cared for them their entire lives and leave them for someone they've known for a very short time? Who are those people who try to jump off the roof of a building because they can't attain the one they love?
Has love become overrated? Have we become skeptics and cynics subjected to a life resembling a speed dating marathon? We meet, we get to know, we move on to share our stories with someone else.
For most people now, it's always the initial getting-to-know-each-other butterflies-in-stomach phase that cuts it. Post that, all interest is lost and not unlike a nomad, they move on seeking greener pastures. When did finding true love become so complicated? As little girls reading endless fairytales and watching Disney movies, weren't all of us promised that a prince on a white stallion would come along and sweep us off our feet?
We all honor heroes for different reasons. Sometimes for their bravery, sometimes for their daring, sometimes for their goodness, but mostly we honor heroes because at one point or another we all dream of being rescued. Of course, if the right hero doesn’t come along, sometimes we just have to rescue ourselves - Desperate Housewives
When did life become so 'to each his own'; and when did friendships become more important, comforting and dependable than the pursuit of love?
What is it about distance that scares people so much? Is it the insecurity of not knowing what someone else might be upto? The fear that their eyes may stray? Or the fear that yours might? Since when did proximity become such a great deal? Are we trying to avoid being sadists or masochists? Have we lost all faith in true love?
A few weeks ago, I was in a cab with a Punjabi driver from Pasroor who told me about the girl he's been in love with since he was 15. It was the cliched village girl, village boy story that you see in old PTV re-runs.. yet it struck a skeptic chord within me and made me wonder if such a love exists anymore. Catching up with an old friend yesterday, I found out she married her childhood sweetheart - the first and only man she had ever been in love with. Does that even happen anymore?
How many of us have scornfully laughed with disbelief after reading Romeo and Juliet? I, for one, could never be a fan of Shakespeare with all his stories about people dying for love. You die for your family, yes. For your nation, yes. For what you believe in, yes. But who dies for love anymore? Who are those people who run away from home abandoning families that have cared for them their entire lives and leave them for someone they've known for a very short time? Who are those people who try to jump off the roof of a building because they can't attain the one they love?
Has love become overrated? Have we become skeptics and cynics subjected to a life resembling a speed dating marathon? We meet, we get to know, we move on to share our stories with someone else.
For most people now, it's always the initial getting-to-know-each-other
We all honor heroes for different reasons. Sometimes for their bravery, sometimes for their daring, sometimes for their goodness, but mostly we honor heroes because at one point or another we all dream of being rescued. Of course, if the right hero doesn’t come along, sometimes we just have to rescue ourselves - Desperate Housewives
When did life become so 'to each his own'; and when did friendships become more important, comforting and dependable than the pursuit of love?
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