Well, I am not Mr. Raj Aryan….No……not at all…..I am scared of this Man…..but he bored all of us a lot with his definition of Love…..
Three hours and some more minutes he fought with a bearded man, on this topic……and then he made three people, and three of whom looked real old to study in a boys’ school….forcefully fall in love…..
And the last scene of the films- a school gate opens only for a bhangra-pop group, to dance, in the campus…..
Can I go back to school…..??
But then, he loved a “ghost”……!! And if we do away with the stories….and all those things, he went on defining love…..dancing with love…dancing for love…….and all….
But then, I am scared of this man…..he came with a violin and a drum….and did not even had a bow and arrow, and then…..he did not have wings…..
What is love then……..?? Don’t know……know nothing about it….
Let me try and see, if at all I know……or understand…..and I have no concept or philosophy……
And I don’t try and define abstracts….then still let me see…..
Then let’s play a song first…..okay…..not a song…most of you have watched Kal Ho Na Ho….so then lets play that small part of the song, Kuch to Hua Hai…where there are no lyrics but then…..just hmmmmmmm…hehe…hmmmm….hehe…..kuch to hua hai……
Now then the ambiance have been made….
Hmm….Love is yellow flowers…..not really, love is buying yellow flowers….amazing, it is to buy just three yellow flowers wrapped in a small polythene….with some ferns….and okay…I find it better than red roses…..somehow….
Love is walking backwards……yes off-course in age, but then…also while talking….walking backwards in excitement…so that you can look at love all the times…..Talk and talk and walk backwards…..
Love is like….style walking…..no infact foolish walking…with hands moving much faster than the body…heads swaying too, unnecessarily…..
So what all the other people on the road are looking at you, anyway you are in love means you have lost the screws that keep your head intact…..so not to worry…
Love is chocolates, lollypops and ice-creams too…..Don’t know, how I manage to buy so many chocolates and then donate them also…..Funny, love is also about having ice-cream, on your nose tip…..and laughing about it…
Singing aloud is also love…..and mind you without caring, how good you sound…and singing not only on the bathroom, but anywhere…..everywhere…on the phone….on the office desk, in the market, in front your boss….that is love,…sometimes even dancing unnecessarily also……..is love…
Without any reason…..it is like Love is the reason perhaps…..funny I know…but then….
Love is buying….yeah buying lot of things, for all…..not only for her….but all….myself too….songs, clothes, music….house….for everyone….
It is like smelling good always….say smelling lovely flowers…..inside the room, ignoring the smell of my landlord’s socks……
Love is laughing and crying at the same time……always….
It is dreaming with eyes wide open….travelling to distant land- blue ocean, ice-topping mountains, dark moonlit deserts……but cold……very cold…
It is like loving everything that nature offers…..bright sun, moon…..trees, even bushes…
It is shivering…….love is like everything that a grown up kid does…..it is like dreaming a house, where kids are playing in the garden…they are being naughty…playing soccer, cricket, getting hurt…….and also lot of great things…around you…..sometimes it is even a space….on the outer space….
Love is being bold as well as getting scared……jumping always…..with a pumping heart…..
It is missing….always…..a sense of missing…..as if you have someone to love you, yet you are lonely……..
Love is also praying…going to temples for the first time together…it is about sitting on the stairs alone too…..and saying things in your mind and sometimes…loudly….it is about ringing the bell continuously….
Love perhaps is not hugging in the public…or dancing ……love is a lot more than…that…..it is like bringing yourself close and preserving each and moment….it is smiling at eachother, and feeling as if one is hugging…..
Love is sitting inside the closed doors and getting embarrassed and scared at the same time……
So, many things by God….but then….how can one define….I cannot…..
Just don’t have philosophies….and concepts from my side…because I am after all a “kid”
But Mr. Aryan, It is certainly not wooing a dogged school principal and organising a permanent discotheque for Bhangra, inside the campus…
So, Mr. Aryan…..can love be loving a ghost…..?? Don’t know…..but love is wierd….and it makes you even play Holi…..with ghosts…
Holi, look again I got another aspect…..love is riots of colors…..even on a white-washed wall…
Love is closing your eyes, and tickling you cheeks…..and then…saying it without any fear and going on saying it…..love you……please love me….
I will never go away….I will never go away….like other’s perhaps……won’t treat you as a marketed commodity called “human being”……
Please I would never go away…….
Love is saying……good, bad things…..because all seem to be good….
It is pampering….pampering to the extreme……….
Hey, Mr. Aryan, are you retiring soon…??
Anyway, I am scared of you….very much…..but agree it is music….lot of music……
Kuch ho gaya hai……..
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