First love

“Especially on weekend honey, I sooooo miss…..”,

rest of it muffled in hurried parting kiss,

words from my mouth, by luck did she snatch,

Or she would have heard of the Arsenal match!


On Love

What is  the favourite passtime of a thinking mind? Keep thinking. Well, its THINKING. How do I know? Well I thought about it. But what should one think of on valentine’s? Especially when one is not capable of getting oneself something as elementary as a date? I thought about LOVE ( I know you knew it) and its meaning. I exhausted all words and but could not quite capture it. Therefore I shall resort to plagiarism. I shall quote: 

“If I speak in human or angelic tongues,  but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body [to hardship] that I may boast,  but do not have love, I gain nothing.

     Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

     Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.  For we know in part and we prophesy in part,  but when completeness comes, what is in part disappears.  When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put the ways of childhood behind me.  For now we see only a reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

     And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”

For people who do not know where this is from, this is a part of the greatest love letter ever written.

The sunshine man

He was the sunshine man in those frozen days,
And these are the chronicles of his reckless ways.
Life came a few circles and all that he’d got,
Few borrowed dreams and a list of what he shalt not.

Blame his lame spirit, call it his wit,
He lost out a few times but never lost it.
He was no sprinter, nor would he last the long run,
He ran and he stumbled, clearly he wasn’t the one.

Bruised, he scrambled, keeping painfully at it,
But one blissful morning, he woke up and quit.
Now, he strolled past the playa’s, who sat awhile to rest,
And sat with some others, only at their behest.

He met with some wrong’uns; they formed a merry band,
And took a mighty U-turn, who cares for the end.
In the final picture, whatever their quest,
All fooled themselves, though some earlier than the rest.

A largish picture

What you desire is what you become.” Thus saith conventional wisdom, but that’s beside the point and therefore I have started with it. My point is: no matter what you become, it doesn’t really matter.                                    

No seriously, as they ask in the IBM promo, “What makes you special?” Think about it. The mind-boggling figure you share this space with, and all of them quite like you.You may be a result of try-outs of a new position, or worse, miscalculation of days or worse still, the bubble in the rubber. And that is just the start, literally. You might have been the sperm who won over others, but  thousands won that day. You share your birthday with thousands and your birth date with a lot more. Don’t be surprised if your very minute was hijacked as well. 

You shared your school with different thousands, and you fought with them for one of the front seats, or the last, if you please. If you go to a good college, you leave behind the billions and join ‘the’ million. Employed? Join the club comprising half the world. Unemployed? Join the other half. Millionaire? There are more than a million millionaires.Noble prize winner? A lot of you have come and gone. Married? Unmarried?  Nothing is out of the world and that applies for your girlfriend/boyfriend as well, and Single has always been a popular and overcrowded category around here.

I hate the IBM commercial, but it also makes me realize the vainness of the emotions like jealousy, hatred and most of all pride. I do not have anything particular against these except what a self-righteous person is justified to have. They just seem out of place. Love and other nice sounding words might give you a reason to live and feel special, but what purposes do these have?

And as some very, very wise man once said, “Sorry for the mess.”