(Lost Over Vicious Endearings)
Whoever coined the phrase "Madly in Love" knew the literal meaning of it and the message got distorted down the line and lineage.
The cliched mushiness beamed out of larger than life romantic flicks, the wholesale idea of Valentine's asinine Day and similar catastrophes are to be blamed for injecting the weak souls with the maladies of the likes of over expectations, unconditional love, love over money, love over parents, love over duty, love over country, love over religion, love over wife, love over children, love over marriage....basically love over every damn thing under the sun (yeah, I digress quite often.).
When I find young kids nowadays brewing mushiness, manifested with hormones, and wallpapering their FB, professing their unfathomable love and posting happily caricatured faces, I develop a surge of urge to give a piece of my mind. (Catty!!! Yeah, blame it on my age...). Only if they knew what awaits them shortly....making them swear never to 'fall' for someone again.
Why do I say so?? I have seen so! (Friends with the bereaved, I cannot let out the names for the obvious and unobvious reasons) Its considered boorish to poke one's nose in someone else's matter....matter of factly, it can always be blogged away to glory/gory.
Girl (Class 10th): "I can't live without you. Tell your parents about us." (Like the parents were dying for this news just when the board exam results were about to be released).
Boy (Same class): "I cannot believe my stars for finding a girl like you. Of course 1st thing today, I am going to pass on the message to my folks." (Well, ironically stars shine only at night.)
Both of them outperformed miserably in their boards, got house arrested for ashiqui, eloped to Delhi, worked in call centers and all hell broke lose when a lovechild was born. Already harried, parents were informed, placated, and convinced. Wed locked kids and the baby move back to Delhi to start a fresh new life. Life was picture perfect....at least till now!
The same stars misaligned. Boy comes home, finds her with someone else. Girl moves in with 'someone else'. Baby is deported to maternal grandparents in Middle East. Boy left with zilch. (You think its a tradegy....hold on to your horses).
Boy writes mails to the Indian Embassy, reporting the custom trespass and transgression headed by the girl's father (with proofs) and demands the girl and his baby back. Still begging on his knees, to her, for her, to return.
Girls calls: "My landlord is misbehaving with me. Can you please come and save me??" (crying and whining)
Boy at breakneck speed arrives at the misfortune spot.
Burnt alive. Silence.
Love over life!
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