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A different color of Love

In Uncategorized on March 16, 2012 at 11:30 am

It is the season for love. Or maybe it is not. Read on anyways.

I know that I am about a month late. But it doesn’t matter. Love, as is defined by the purists, cannot be constrained to a single day or a single month alone. This previous line is what someone else might have said, someone who listens to Justin Beiber a lot. As far as I am concerned though, I couldn’t care less what time of the year it is or what season it is. In fact, if I have to be brutally honest, it is the god-damn summer and there are power-cuts left, right, and center.

What I am here to talk about though is related to love, especially for men and women. If you think, “I am not a woman, I am just a girl”, and try to act like a sun music vj with just the English accent but absolutely no knowledge of the language, a size 9 bata will come flying in your general direction. So getting back to the topic, almost all of us have experienced love at some point in our lives.

Even Especially guys like me, who act too cool for it. Only we never discuss it in public. They were all just crushes we claim before changing the topic while the bell continues to toll for that special someone. In fact, for the average Tamilian, there was no such thing as a crush until a certain thing called the internet took the world by storm and we were introduced to all kinds of cultures through movies. Even on Orkut, we fell in love. We never had crushes.

Prior to its entry and Hollywood influences, a hero loved a girl, said “I love you”, ran around trees, kissed behind flowers, thwarted her evil father’s plots and ultimately married her in the climax. Now this Hollywood guy comes in with his realistic brand of cinema where 60 year old men call their wives darling. Can you imagine your father/grandfather calling your mother/grandmother that? Many a sleepless nights I have spent trying to chase away such mightmares. And worse, they introduced the concept of dating. Directors like Mani Ratnam and Gautam Menon especially went out of their way to create adorable heroes who were too cool for their time. The former succeeded. The latter is still trying.

Meanwhile in real life, 7th standard kids were suddenly asking girls out instead of saying “I Love you” and the girls were saying yes instead of going to their father and complaining who in turn will go to the principal who will call the boy’s father who ultimately complains to the boy’s mother ending in a sound bashing with the broomstick. All these were now parts of a bygone era, fragments of a lingering memory. People were suddenly sitting in coffee shops and paying hundreds of rupees to drink bad coffee instead of sneaking around on bikes with the girl’s head completely covered by her dupatta.

What you must realize is that when these changes were happening, my kinds of people were in a very delicate age. It is not that age where you are so malleable that you can beat the prior beliefs out of the system and you are neither too mature to understand what is going on to adapt accordingly. We were stuck in a whirlpool of conflicting emotions and had absolutely no idea how to go about doing things. Some people managed of course, but many couldn’t. People still aren’t comfortable with the idea of breaking-up and moving on.

It is difficult I tell you and this is where I introduce the point of this post. There are a lot of people out there who do not even have this level of exposure. I saw a guy saying “I love you” to a girl in some mall. He has probably been following her around for a few days before and had finally mustered up the courage to propose. A Dhanush fan definitely. She just looked at him and walked away. No signs of anger or even disgust, just pure apathy. A “who the hell are you” would have also not been so bad. This might be a one time event that I just happened to witness or maybe this is happening everywhere. I don’t know. I know I am generalizing too much also.

So next time you are out shopping in the mall or choosing which salon to get a haircut from or trying to decide between that ugly sleeveless top and the uglier one with a social message on the front, if someone suddenly pops up and says “I love you”, don’t freak out and run away. Also don’t call up your posh friend from Bangalore during the night and talk about how a random creep proposed to you out of no where. Just remember that both of you have been exposed to a very different milieu and your “Shall we go out for a coffee” is probably equal to his “I love you!” Ask him what he means by “love”. For all you know he might not be as creepy as you thought he was.

But then again he will not wear perfume that will nauseate you, will not have spiked hair on which people can be impaled, will not have clothes so casual that they have to be formal and those studs on his ears are probably from some familial occasion which had happened ages ago. In all probability therefore, you are doing the guy a favour by saying no or ignoring him. And for that I am obliged to thank you!