The Love Paradox

THE PARADOX :

“Every man in love is a poet inside.”

This truly canvases the state of a person in love. He becomes so romantic that he feels, he sees, he hears his sweetheart everywhere.

Jaanam, dekh lo, mit gayi dooriyaan

Main yahaan hoon, yahaan hoon, yahaan hoon, yahaan..

Main hi main ab tumhaare khayaalon mein hoon

Main jawaabon mein hoon, main sawaalon mein hoon

Main tumhaare har ek khwaab mein hoon basa

Main tumhaari nazar ke ujaalon mein hoon

Dekhti, ho mujhe, dekhti ho jahaan

Main yahaan hoon, yahaan hoon, yahaan hoon, yahaan

He cannot brush her off his mind for a single moment. Not that he wants to, but still the presence of the other person lingers whether he wants or not. Everything seems to be incomplete, tasteless without her. But still there lies an immeasurable, undescribable pleasure in this writhing pain. Only people with experience will know that.

When a love matures successfully, ultimately marriage happens. And…

“Aajke je prem-e pore unmaad, ghor songsari hobe kaal she.”

(The one who is madly in love today, will be entagled in the suffocating web of family tomorrow.)

–Suman Chattopadyay

Thus when marriage happens, children come into the scenario, the zing-factor disappears. I’m not ever saying that love disappears… I’m just saying that this butterflies in your stomach, the dreams of a beautifully moonlit walk along a beach, hand-in-hand … disappears. The romanticism disappears. The married couple knows about each and every habit of each other, they gradually turn over all the pages of a book, and perhaps doesn’t feel the urge for a revision. Everyday life becomes monotonous. But, man by nature is romantic, imaginative. He becomes bored at anything predictable. Hence the charm dies out. You can listen to someone crying out from within for a way out. Involved in the petty problems of life, the coin loses its shine, the green field becomes littered, the clear blue sky gets covered with rainy clouds. Frustration creeps in and results in outbursts. You look back to the good old days and give out a large sigh.

But you did become successful in love. What happened then? The problem is very plain… love is just a madness. It’s just natures chemistry to bring people together and reproduce offsprings. Men arent that much animalistic so that men will come running from all directions hearing a woman’s love-calls and make vigorous love. Nature is clever. She knows intelligent life needs intelligent devices to get it noticed. And hence is this dream called love, a strange sequence of chemical reactions in the brain! But there is a way out, and a most odd and surprising way…

Didn’t you ever feel a bit sorry for Saurav Ganguly? For his sudden exit and such a disrespectful manner, almost like a kick-in-the-butt. And for Sachin Tendulkar in Wankhede Stadium recently… for his tremendous insult bestowed by the wooing of his homeland crowd? Don’t you feel that they should have let go when the others thought they shouldn’t… i.e. they should let go when they are at the top, than while at the bottom. But still, human instincts hold them back. It can’t be helped. If Jack in Titanic would have survived, then it wouldn’t have been so much of a touching movie… I can still hear the old lady saying, “I don’t even have a single picture of him(Jack). He exists only in my memory.” The catch is that this line is so romantic because the person she’s talking about isn’t there. He’s an imagination… and hence the butterflies still exist in her stomach, the zing still is there to make her cry for her lost love, and wets our cheeks too! Though she's a century of years old, but at heart, she still remains the beautiful teenager Rose, almost like an angel to our eyes!

EPILOGUE :

Yes, now the time has come to phrase the paradox. So, here it is :

Successful love is always unsuccessful !

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I AM INDEBTED TO MY DEAR FRIEND ADITYA NARAYAN ROYCHOUDHURY FOR HIS THOUGHTS. IN FACT I HAVE ONLY VOICED HIS OPINIONS...