Love???

How do you designate love?

How do you map the effects of love?

Is it a short lived paroxysm or a long lasting buffoonery?

How do you know he or she is the ONE? The Charmer? The one that brings butterflies to your stomach? Or maybe love is a disease? a mental and hormonal disorder that causes physical anarchy!

So when do you there is love? So when do you know Love is unconditional? when does love become so influential that it stirs your brain and you elope from your own family? Why do you need a day to tell your" soul mate" about your love(the hyped 14 th FEB in reference please)

Romantic prose elucidating affection between two souls has been a witness to it. Romeo and Juliet actually dies citing the aftermath of this disease,if here was any?

the not-so-penurious world is happy to splurge on endowments that are apparently a terrific show of love now! It binds you in mojo. But the answer is that it is a proxy of love. A beautiful solitaire for your lass or an Armani perfumes just the perfect and adequate expression of love , is'nt it? But what about love that means sharing hardships together? What about that immortal love that means I can do anything for you. Talk realistic. How many lovers who say they can bring the stars and the moon for their "soul mate " actually end up doing that? Why cannot the blindfolded Love engulfed world realize one basic principle of life? Love is not an evening sent in a posh bistro together eating caviar and an'86 Bordeaux. It is about those evenings that are spent having nothing but bread and still not complaining. Love is not a holiday in The French Riviera, lazying on the beach with a shiny glass of bubbly but those weekends where you need to overwork to make ends meet. Love is when you bring a rose for your wife after 50 years of marriage and love not a bouquet of orchids from the best florist in town after 50 hours of fling.

Today the generation likes the shallow meaning of love in the hallow portals of facebook and myspace where people apparently want to befriend you and have a "committed relationship".

I am obviously not a parasite on mills and boons but more pragmatic and see the flip side of a coin. I see if there is a heavenly marriage, there is also a brutish divorce. Why is love so hyped about when they see the consequences of "the bond made in heaven"Am not vilifying love, but simply interrogating the whereabouts in us.Am ready to endorse the love theory only if i can see it. The only love that i can see is love radiating from parents towards children, love between friends who stand by them when they need in the most troubled times.

THE WORLD IS CHANGING AND SO IS LOVE!!

CONFESSIONS OF THE NOT-SO-PERFECT-GIRL

Ever had a bad hair day? Ever been through those moments where you cold just asphyxiate yourself than face the torture of being overweight?How about the times when you don't want to be seen in that ill-fitting dress by that recent crush of yours and you always are? You don't want to be designated as a glutton but you just cannot keep your eyes off the walnut pudding in the party where you have the hottest looking girls to give you competition. And the thought of fitting into that skirt always remains a thought and you never fit into it , leave alone looking good in it.

Welcome to the Materialistic World where I am not the material girl.

Why is that life is so irrational? why is that you do not get the best of both worlds> Why is that you always lack the X-factor to make an everlasting impact? Ponder and you apprehend that GOD (if he exists that is) , is totally biased.

Your neighbor seems to have the perfect hair and you just cannot manage your tresses and end up with a perpetual bad hair day. you are good in academics but that geeky cousin of yours is always around to demean and debase you so that you bear the the angst of being the not the best student around.

You give in all , put your life at stake to get through the dream college of yours, you don't. But you cannot make your parents stop talking of that some random inhumane creature who gets through your dream college.

On the sodden end of grace, your lip colour always ends up bleeding , never lasting long enough for that guy to even see you for whom you did it all.Your dress gets ripped right before you leave for the date you have been awaiting since eons. You always have a sudden volcanic eruption of a pimple right before your fresher party. You were a charming little black dress but someone will always wear something noticeably better.

There are days when i have a credit crunch. I don't have money to buy those shoes in the sale when you see your beloved enemy sporting those charming heels to college, burning a hole in your heart. My daddy aint that rich that he can get me a nose job done neither buy me a Ferrari that my other vices can be covered up. Why is that the perfect girl has money to spend even on the last day of the month. Why is that you have to be satisfied with being "just friends" with guys? why can't men notice you? Rumors afloat of everyone being linked to the hottie except you.

You are always appreciated by tour girl friends about that awesome hairstyle, never y the guy you actually did it for. You have the strongest urge to say a 'hi' but you just can't gather the courage .

Life just seems so biased . You are the docile meek victim of life's tyranny but as someone told me " Think you are among GOD's favorite children and life will be as smooth as you can imagine".