Yesterday while observing the people around me in the Metro train and looking for a story to put here, a sudden thought struck me. Considering the fact that I have been solving a lot of love-related problems over the week, I think I have become quite a pro. So yesterday I was merely thinking, what exactly is love. Pop comes the answer—it's a sting operation.
Just when your defences are on the lowest, it attacks you and that too at the most sensitive area—the heart. Just like in a sting operation, the journalist attacks a personality when his defences are at the lowest and at the most sensitive place—his fame, love does the same. The sting scars the personality's fame, love scars the heart. The heart bleeds and the fame bleeds.
One look at your face betrays the fact that you are in love; one look at the personality's face betrays that this is the bad guy. And you know that once you are in love, the news is sure going to leak—if not now, then at some other time, and you are gone. Same way, the news that you have done something wrong is going to leak any way. So an interesting comparison also crops up: LOVE=BAD GUY. And when you are a bad guy, the sting is deemed to follow.
And both—sting operation and love hurt. Both give you sleepless nights and both give you illusions of happiness. When the sting takes place, the celebrity feels happy as they have got a victim, you feel happy as you think you have found someone who may love you. But when reality dawns, life gets hell, and you go mad.
So beware, beware of the sting of love. And protect yourself.
2 comments:
it takes great maturity to love. to love involves not projecting ones attitudes, desires, opinions, moods onto the person we love. and yet caring for and listening to the person we love. Because we cannot refrain from expecting, projecting and creating images , we don't really love.
to fall in love is just a small fraction of the whole thing called love. its much harder to actually love. the falling is a miniscule part of the whole thing.
theres no sting if you really love. an ego is stung, not love.
never wiritten any flames before.. dont think i'll start either.. but i have to say this.. the only thing i feel for you after reading this entry is 'pity'. let down your guard a bit. peek through the high walls you have caged yourself in. love a little, get hurt a little. and then you can say you have lived life. yeah reading your entry, i know for sure you'll think i'm some crazy nut. well maybe i am, and i am a human. and yes i've been stung before.
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