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It’s just not love!

Loveby Jehanzeb Khan

I was born back in the days when people believed in ‘Love at first sight’, ‘The one’, and “Hey! I like you and I wanna marry you’, back in the time when the mere definition of infatuation was not cloaked by the aspects of love. They used to say, “You either fall in love once, or you’ve just lived long enough to find a way to deny it.” This was when an ardent look in the eye at your lover fulfilled the most whimsical of desires one could conceive of. The entire notion of love was a mystical mystery to the meat suit; an inexplicable emotion of care for someone beyond what the bounds of nature could limit. It were those days when every heartbeat of a lover, throbbed to pray for their love to have the eternal bliss, in a barter for their entire world. Love would beguile the influenced to the brink where the wrong felt right, insomnia was passion, crazy was coddling, thank you was sweet, possessiveness meant care, crying seemed normal, fights were justifiable, and much much more. To sum it up, love was a unique dimension; something that wasn’t out in the air for just anyone to sniff, but for the stout-hearted that knew no fear of succumbing to the most precious and valuable of assets.

Synonymous was the ambiance to a 70’s boys’ love tale, a mortal one. He puts it today and i narrate: “To be in a loop with my lover, where we lived through our eyes, our sentiments, what’s rambled above, was a relish. To this day, I wouldn’t barter the experience, the exhilaration, the promises, the secrets, for any wonder of the world. The sound of her speaking was like music to my ears and it left me breathless. The queer sensation of standing besides her, in a crowd, would move me. The best part is, is I would never want to re-live any of it. I’d always keep the sanctity of ‘the one time it happened’. The reminiscent memories to this fragment of my life are just fulfilling enough to not leave me inclined to another girl in my surrounding.”

So what’s love today? A mask to the sexual desperation? A game for the youngsters to play? Or a shallow action to exploit the feelings of one? All of this collected, makes up for the word ‘love’. The expressions that the poets used to put in their venturous love stories, are now replaced with disreputing phrases like ‘Play hard to get’, ‘First base’ and ‘Hook up, Break up, Patch up’. Today, i see young people falling in love every other day. Moreover, infatuation is the new love. These days it’s just like a sport to everyone. As pathetic as it sounds, texting on the phone, endless lame phone calls and chatting on the Internet to the point where there is nothing left to say, is the contemporary channel to express your feelings. Everything between the two sexes is just so programmed and monotonous. It’s all about mind games. If you’ve got a decent IQ and have a way with words, you can score a girl sitting in front of a screen. I mean come on, where did the facial charm and the mesmerizing thought conveying without uttering a word go? It’s like 2 days of intermittent chat and you’re drooling all over your girl, and the next day you take the gloves off on a lousy issue. Bam! We broke up. A week later, after you’ve been on the market with no alternate, you get back with her. This is the patch up.

Coming honest to whom you love and being truthful of what you say is just an old-fashioned custom. Being a plastic in the society and keeping up a poker face is viewed as a quality in the ritual of multiple relationships. Cheating on your girlfriend or a spouse, is considered a playful art. You just have to be sleek enough to memorize a few standard lines, invest on extravagant gifts, and delude the others with them. With a tad bit planning, it all works like magic.

A rendezvous with a random girl, have a coffee along with a few gossip sessions is all it takes to go bonkers over a girl. The marvels of having the blessing to love someone is lost into bewilderment. Whatever this may be, It’s just not love.


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