I Love You

I remember one of my incident of childhood, it was when I changed my home like school and joined a new school. I had no friends for all most a year. What more you can expect from an introvert person? Some how people started making me friends. That is all a different story. Now I was not alone at lunch break. I use to share my lunch with others. I remember there was a student, from Zambia, who use to study in our class. Completely extrovert person. He was like a wind, who touches each and every leaves, buds and make them flowers. Full of life. He use to tease me and instead of smile I use to give him angry expression. I use to watch him closely, how he use to make smile people when they are crying and try to learn that. His one of the habit was to shake hand with anyone he use to meet. Same he use to do with me, but I never shake hand with him. One day he told, “oh come on! you can shake hand with me I have washed my hands and even applied perfume” but I didn’t shake hand with him. That day, girls with whom I use to share my lunch were talking about love. I listened them for a while then I made busy in my work. Suddenly a question came, “what do you think about love?”. I said “there is nothing like love, no one loves any one in this world, its affection and nothing else”. While I was giving these views that boy came in and offered a shake hand. I refused and he said, “this is not done. you don’t know what is love, you don’t have heart.” And went out with a sad face. Though he can never be sad. Soon girls seating there told me, “remember one day you will fall in love, in a mad love.” I laughed them and challenged them that there is no one whom I will love.

After years, long years, today, we were discussing about a song being played on radio. As usual my reaction was, “its love song, boring song, love stories are boring. There is nothing like love and no one loves in this world anyone. Its just affection and infatuation.” Suddenly my friend stopped me here and told me, “mark my words, you will fall in love, some will be there who will love you like mad and whom you will love like mad. you will feel the pain of love and tell me that you are in love.”

I laughed… literally laughed…. and still laughing….. Me and love…. 🙂

sorry but i don’t believe in such love. To me love should bring happiness and pleasure. How can it bring pain. I don’t believe in such things and its just bookish.

To her I would say…..

aisi to koi suraat nahi (there is no such face)

jise muraat banaa ke hum pooje (which I can worship as God)

aisi to koi ankhe nahi (there is no such eyes)

jis me hum doob jaaye (in which I can lose myself)

aisi to baahe nahi (there is no such arms)

jis me hum toot jaaye (in which I can rest)

aisa koi bnaa hi nahi (God has not made anyone)

jis se hum keh sake “I love you” (whom I can say these three words)

Finally we ended up with her words, “you keep this in your note, you will for sure fall in love with a person who will accept you as you are and you will be happy.”

I remember my husbands words, “you really don’t know what is love, you are a saint, I have not seen a girl like you.” Poor man, I think he tried to make me realize what is love but was in vain. To me all this, funny things, like writing names here and there, reading mails, giving gifts and hugs and lots more is just a stupid act. By writing name anywhere you are just making that beautiful place ugly. And by telling anyone that you love him or her doesn’t mean that you love him or her.

I have seen people who fall in love and spend years before they marry. After marriage, “aha!! I am tired of my wife. She is so demanding, always asks me to take out, take things for me.” “umhm!! my husband he was good as lover, use to take me out, give me gifts, praise me whenever I use to wear new dress. But today he just keeps himself busy with work”.

I remember there was a friend of mine in Master of Computer Application, who married when she was going to give her final year Bachalor of Computer Application exam. Her was a love marriage. With lots of controversies she married. One day her husband desired to buy a weapon for his protection. He was a writer. He would have got some sort of notes from some parties about his article which was forcing him to buy weapon. While talking to her, she told me “how can I let him buy weapon, if some day he will get angry he will kill me.” I don’t understand, when you love someone and when you are married to that special person, how can you think he can kill you. This is not love. If this is love, I strongly oppose it, I don’t believe in love.

Anyone who believe in this kind of love is free to discuss this here……