Love you All.

Family.

She stood at the door with her hands tugged behind her back trying to hide the rose she plucked form hers mothers favorite plant. She was in pain, her white little fingers had turned red, with the thorn that pricked her beautiful fingers. However her large green eyes shone in the sun with anticipation of the surprise she was to give her father. At four she had not yet joined school, but she was up early today just to wish her father happy birthday. She had learnt to set the alarm clock and even asked her mother to wake her up early, but she was up even before her mother would wake her. She knew her mother would not wake her up anyway.

Yesterday she sat in-front of the mummy’s plant, that’s what she called it, because she was not allowed to play even close to is, asking the plant to give its best flower tomorrow. Her mother had seen her sitting there, “you are not going any near to the rose, if touch the plant mummy is not going o talk to you”, said she making a gesture with her hand that she wouldn’t think twice before she hits her. But there the little girl stood at the door, here naked legs jumping to reach the door bell. She looked even more beautiful today, her fair face had turned pink in the morning sun, more with happiness, but deep within her mind she knew her mother would be furious for what she had just done. The pain in her own cute little fingers, dint bother her that moment. After couple of tries she was successful in reaching the bell. She knew that her father would open the door, he always sat in the living room reading the newspaper. She had seen her mother in the kitchen getting the breakfast ready.

The door opened her father stood there, he was surprised to see his daughter at the front door, “what are you doing out here dear? How did you get out here?”

“Happy birthday daddy!”, said she holding the flower upfront.

Her father felt good, he took the flower and picked up his little angel in his arms. He loved her kiss even more today. “My little naughty girl” said he and kissed her pink cheeks, that’s when he noticed her skirt with droop of blood wiped to it.

“what’s this?”

“Nothing!” said she.

He realized it was a thorn that had pricked her, “show me where you got hurt.”

“Nowhere.. daddy.”

“The sweetest things are always protected by nature and now you see why your mummy used to say not to touch the rose.”

“Its ok, its not paining.” Said she.

Her father more happy himself today. Usually she never showed so much courage.

Her mother never missed a thing of what had happened. She was the watching right from the time her dad opened the door. She was furious about the rose, however she dint mind it today. As her daughter had not plucked the rose for herself but for her dad, it made her feel good and her daughter feel proud. She dint want to spoil the environment in the house. For once today she dint mind her daughter being a brat. They loved her beautiful smile.

Lover.

He had seen her first eight months back standing in a queue, to get their college procedures done. They had just finished school. Cupid struck, eyes met however it wasn’t love at first site. To his luck she was in his class and lab batch for the next two years. It took some staring, long talks, lot of his attention, competition and some jealously for him to finally get close to her.

Now it was more evident that she was in love with him. Now guys envied him as he had the girls they desired and the girls hmmm.. its always difficult to tell, even if they are in love it always difficult to tell. Now they roamed together, talked, laughed together, she always wanted him to be around him. She got him books and poems on love to read. He loved the attention he got and the jealously of his friends. As days turned to months she always taunted, “there are some people who are in love and don’t have the guts to say so.” It was his first time, never had he said “I love you” to anybody. After some impatient nights and long thoughts latter he gave in to his temptation. Let me propose was what his mind and heart told him. The only thought that kept him from proposing was that he might loose his friendship, however he had know her now for eight months and he knew she was in love with him, whatever might be the outcome he thought their friendship would remain.

That day they were early to the class. It was raining heavily outside, they stood at the window talking to each other. He said it to himself “I will do it today.“ But she was more eager to hear it from him.

“You wanted to tell me something the other day.” Said she.

“Ya, I will tell you some other day.”

“What wrong in today?”

“Nothing” after a short pause he said “what is right anyway!”

“Very funny” she said sarcastically. “Tell na what you wanted too. I wont feel bad.”

That was an indication for him, he thought she knew what was coming.

“What?” said he, as she gave him a look of a teacher waiting for an answer when they catch their prey unaware.

“Nothing… I m waiting.” Was her reply.

He turned away from her now looking out of the window. He dint want to watch into those beautiful eyes when he said what he was about to say.

“I like you a lot…” he said, not wanting to say the word love or it just dint come out of his mouth, whatever it was she got the message.

He turned to look at her, she was blushing and trying hard not to.

“Don’t you think we are a bit young for all this?” was her reply, the first thing that came to his mind was nothing….. then the thought “what the hell, we are 16.. hmm might be we are a bit young” (according to Indian standards.)

“Ya but we could be really good friend..”

“Are we not” said she interrupting him.

After that followed a long lecture about career, studies and that stuff which he had no choice but to listen, he just wanted to run from there saying “well I know. Thank you.”

(As a writer I don’t want to bore you writing a lecture about career and stuff, we all have already heard it from our parents and teachers already. You all can just copy paste it here.)

Day passed by they got close, but then the holidays came now they had to choose a career. They kept in contact over the phone, they hardly met. As days passed both got preoccupied in the tension of results, scores and admission. The closeness between them became a bit loose. After all the procedures of getting into a degree college were done both ended up for the same degree course and in the same class and batch again. But things had changed a bit. After all this months she wanted more of him (time) so she tried to distance from him thinking he will come to her more often and they could spend more time together.

He away thought now something is wrong with her. The thought that she is ignoring him which troubled him more. She had found new friends who used to be with her always, he never got a chance to go and talk to her in privacy. He dint want to go to her and say lets just spend some time together but first you shush you friends way. He too had found new friend, he always used to hang around in the group where a fair number were girls. He was still in love with her, so even with all the girls in the group and in the college he never fell in love with any just that he couldn’t find anyone better, all the other girls were just good friends. But this made her jealous, she felt now he was ignoring her and him hanging around with other girls made her crazy. She tried indirectly to convey it to him, but boys will be boys they never understand till they are told directly in simple language what was been communicated and so he too never understood.

Day passed that way and their relationship went from bad to worse. Latter other guys jumped in, as she wanted to get over him she gave in fast to some guy who made her feel better. Life moves on for him, he dint get into any relationship as he dint find any girl worth running behind. Couple of years latter he got news that she got married to her parents choice.

(The above story is just a representation of my thoughts that not all colleges love turn into long term relationships. But yes, I could be wrong ten percent of the time, that means I am right 90 percent of the times… great. They are just statistics, you tell me which statistics are right anyway.)

Friendship.

There are so many examples in our daily life about friendship, that, I don’t want to make another. We don’t choose our family, we too some extend don’t choose our companion (lover) the only thing (not a thing, but.. anyway if you are good at English put the world you like) we choose are friends. Every thing in this world comes for a price the only relationship that’s very precious, almost price less but still free is friendship. We share more with our friends than in any other relationship. There is a bonding between friends which I call love, you don’t have to be political or diplomatic and don’t have to think before you talk to good friends. If a friend is hurt by what you say then probably there is no love in your relationship, probably you two are not as good friends after all. Good close friends are like (Taj Mahal*, Mogli and Baloo I am bad at this, “like…”) you say any damn thing to him/her they never mind (unless they have a mind).

(* I put that Taj Mahal there just to show you how bad I am at it.)

What all this means…

If you are reading this, I mean this line you probably are not bored of what I have typed. It took me days to reach this part myself.. mainly because I was busy.. doing nothing. I have come across people who tell me “what this hell, what a big blog this is and who the hell in this world will read it.” I forgive them because I love all humans no matter how big an IDIOT they are. I guess you might have know what this blog is all about, if you have not then I thing you are reading a blog of a drunken monkey who cant express his thoughts well enough. If you say its about relationships you are close but if you say its about how to murder you neighbor because he has got a better wife than you have, then probably you will have to read it again. I know what you are going to say “oh my god read this crap again, I better murder my neighbor.” This blog is all about LOVE. Yes I can’t teach you to murder your neighbor’s husband, but surely I can teach you how to love your neighbors wife. Non violence is better than violence any-time!, till the time your neighbor doesn’t murder you for loving his wife. Don’t complain to me all religions advocate: “Love thy neighbor.”

I believe that love can be put into three main categories:

• Love which you can’t choose. (Family, relatives.)
• Love which you choose. (Friends and pets.)
• And love that chooses you. (for Girls lover , guys stop thinking about sex.)

Now lets elaborate on all of the above.. “wait a minute are you writing a novel or a blog” Oh that’s my brain, it loves me and you so much. Now if you are forced to read it because I am around just, just tell me … say I am not interested in it, I will still love you no matter what, even more if you are a girl (but where’s that knife I brought .. don’t mind its my mind I have no control over it its some time quit loud .. I hope you still love me.)

Love is what a girl wants from are lover, the more she get the more she want. Ask a girl to define love and that would be the biggest mistake and if you are the type who, changes their girlfriend often, you would have to maintain a database about the definitions you get.Girls don’t ever ask a guy what love means… it means the same as what you think it means.

Oh I just forgot.. completely.. there is one more category to love.. the type where you have to keep reminding your self I love it, or you might join a terrorist organization just to learn how to use a hand grenade to destroy it. I love my WORK. I really love my work and SALARY.

I don’t know I feel like writing more and more (length wise), but then I feel the more I write, less the people will read.

FrOm the BrAiNs of,

NiNaD DiGhE.