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By flamy at 08/29/2008 - 06:19
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Well ..., you'd frown upon me now, when I'd say that I'm in love, you'd say (or rather as my old crush once said), "You are just looking for an adolescent adventure" ; or misadventure.
OK, I'm young. But, let me tell you something. This comes from the gut, from deep within me. It does.
O boy! Not another mushboot!
Gee! It is mushy, no argument. And that's what I've come to talk about here (if you'd care to listen).
Of all the things that seem to be going on in this world, love seems to be quite naturally prone to be a neato topic to hit off in a friendly gathering of womenfolk and during the relaxing modes of the other sex. No wonder! (I'm the other sex by the way).
I better speak about my predicament now if at all we need to continue this conversation (you don't speak much, do you?). There are elements of dizziness - light-headedness, dreamscreens, fluffy weather, bouncy earth, buoyancy, haphazard singsongs, doubtful functioning of breathing organs and a curious dipply-dop in the chest region at her sight, her voice, her name (someone calling it out), or during the frequent star-shooting sessions thinking about her. All this, I'm sure, has established a nice goofy description of myself, that you'll hold with some amusement.
Somehow, the owners of the pugmarks in Jollywood don't always seem to give love its full due. Agreed, there are some who have fed their genius and put in the right tones to elucidate this mystery emotion in those (sigh!) moments when couples gobble popcorn. But, atleast the native version(s) of it (Bollywood, Tollywood, ..... phew!) give(s) a dull meaning to love, dull to the true lover, mind you (for commercial as they are, the pictures are eye-candy). Because, these guys have a one-track mind : guy "sees" girl, "craves" girl, calls it "love" and sets about "impressing" girl, finally girl is "impressed", starts "loving" boy and tra la la... Of course there's the mish-mash of niggling parents, practical hara-kiri when the girl "not impressed", other guy-hey-hola!-fist mechanism-BOOM!-syndrome....
Oh! The horrors of it!
So, call me biologically fooled or spiritually bamboozled, I've fallen headlong into love, and I'm dazed. Platonic, romantic or otherwise.
Girl, I love you! Could someone please pass the message?
Post Script : Thanks for staying through my harangue, I suggest you listen to some hard rock now.
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