The "Love"

Now this may seem like a redundant topic, one which could not in any way be furthur explained, broken down, elucidated...nothing more can be learnt.

Now thats one thing right there. The only way you could possibly learn anything from it would be by experiencing it, proactively involing urself in it. But what i always see to overlook is that love isn't between boy n girl along. I love my dad to but therez ALOT that makes me say otherwise. However, the core bond between us would be love no matter how differently we see each other.

Now i realize parents are always supposed to be right and that there is little room for error in this business of rearing children that they run, but when i'm soo God dam sure that it is his mistake at a point not mine, as in his over reaction or lack of reaction is at fault then I find no need to hang my head low and apologise...it makes no sense. Enough of daddy issues lol lets get back to business.

The mutual relationship between two people who care about each other and have an interest in each others self propagation could be defined as love. It is a chemical love for their smell, a physical love for their touch, a mental love of their voice. In most cases you might see the memory of the person, who they were or what they seem to be is what we fall in love with. Once the love is acknowledged it changes with time. But y is this so?? why do we cut off all the air they need, the live they used to lead, try to change the person. We feel my doing so we are bettering them in some way, not too unlike the intentions our parents have for us. But then y do we allow this person to modify us when if it was our parents we would let hell loose before even bending an inch. The self-propagation, the love for each other is misunderstood at times.

Love is a door. Once given the key to this door, we see a side of the person we want to see but couldn't. Its a whole new adventure from then on. What people fail to understand i feel is that this person you love was a person before you came along and will be one once ur gone. so y chain him/her, why control or modify everything they do or say, to a point where it alters their relationship with others. The funny part is love does not mind this...becuz they are blinded by you. You seem sufficient...you are anything and everything they could ask for....NOT!!!

This is my KEY point. Such emotions are not love, its infatuation, its delirium...anything but love. For love cannot be so selfish. It allows room for growth. Physical display of affection is important though. It is the only way, at the end of the day, to show you special someone how much you truly mean to them. Think about...how many poems, how many words could you write. Now i can translate an essay to a kiss and that would have a greater impact LOL.

Love isn't easily defined...i've bin in love a few times in my life. Thrice to be exact. It is quite odd because the affection is not the same, neither is the intensity and neither is the reason. But dammm its a feeling. Fly high with no landing zone in sight. The worst is when you see that this flight is going to end soon. In such a case you gotta decide to either crash land...jump off with a parachute before landing and let the plane take ALL the damage. The latter is rare because no one wins when love is lost.

But that is learnt and what is felt in the brief time that ur flying...its worth the fall. What is important is remember...this is a fault of circumstance, the way the world is made, the way the wind flows that the plane crashes. So hold no grudges, no hate, just let the love live on.

I've bin rambling for a while now. I'll be back.

Peace.

Friday night

I fail to understand. and i doubt it is the lack of capacity, rather its more like the inability of my mom to understand the concept. As a student, I study all week, late nights at the library, early mornings in class. This leave, as is obvious, very very limited and restricted time for ones own personal enjoyment and hence activities get restricted.

Friday night is that one magical night in the entire fucking week...(other than saturday night) when you can actually kick back and say, "I don't give a rats ass about studying today" and actually mean it. It is that one night, no matter what student or what stream you are in that you can just kick it. The favourite pass time for all people no matter what the age i feel isn't about what you do its more about who you do it with. Friends come into the picture here when you realize that you would rather get bored with them instead of sitting your ass at home on a Friday night an accomplish less than nothing.

What thwarts the progression of such a Friday night is...My Mother. She believes there is no need, nay no requirement to exit the premises on friday nights with the car. Leave if you must but without the comfort of a mode of transport you looking forward to using the whole week. Need i remind the readers that the Canadian winter is not one to be taken lightly and that BUSES render the concept of the "night" USELESS!!!!

It takes the fun out of it, heat dries the joy and slices any and all expectation of you having a fun night into the thinnest little pieces which then proceed to melt at a remarkable pace.

It is the one night you can detox from the poisonous life of a student and for once allows me/ us to relax the over worked, over stressed mind. So tell me....should i not have my friday nights???