When Love and Hate Collide

I finally got answer to what happens when love and hate collide – Utter Confusion.

Love can’t understand perspective of hate and hate can’t fathom philosophy of love. Both can’t understand each others viewpoint and what it results in is loads of confusion.

Hate thinks that her viewpoint is the smart one and love thinks that his way is benign. What they do not comprehend is that being smart is of no value to love and benignity is the synonym of stupidity to hate.

This utter confusion leads to silent animosity between them. Hate tries to hurt love because hurt is what she has known; not realizing that love does not know hurt and the only power that hurts love is unspoken affection. Love tries to show affection to hate to make his point, which is completely lost on hate whose river of kindness and affection had run dry long ago. And the result is not animosity but even more confusion in the air.

If only love knew that it is pain and not longingness and hate knew that it is unspoken affection and not pain that could hurt the other; at least they could have fought and given a direction to their relationship. But love being love and hate being hate can’t change their nature and hence they have been colliding since time immemorial. And their argument never ends…

ps: replacing love with simplicity and hate with smartness in the ramblings above hardly changes anything

Times they are changing!

A wise person once said that life is a circle. But to confirm this one has to complete the circle. I don’t want to finish walking through my entire circle just now. I’ll take my time :) I have realized that life certainly has different stages and it changes in each stage. There are some people who cling to a stage and don’t let it pass. Remember those forty years old bald guys sporting french-cut beards, wearing jazzy t-shirts trying their best to look like teenagers, but ending up looking monstrous.

I am talking all this boring stuff because now my life is entering into the Boring Stage. Actually, this stage might have started about a year back. I have been trying to fight and reverse it since then. But, today I realize that there is hardly any chance of reversing it, and hence these gloomy outpourings.

There is not much work in office nowadays and I am writing this post from my office. Got nothing better to do. On the personal front, I am left with two good friends in the city. Both work on Saturdays and even a weekend trip out of Mumbai is hard to make. Life is getting boring. Looks like I’ll have to make a compromise and hangout with guys who are more of acquaintances than friends.

Life with so few good friends and who have relatives in the city has become a drag. This gets compounded when you are not staying with your family and have decided not to screw around. Well! screwing around or rather not screwing around will need another piece of writing but a man has got to live with the choices he makes. And something inside me tells me that I would not regret this decision.

Writers Block

Begining is the most difficult part in writing. Whenever I begin to write, I instantly empathise with pregnant women going through their labours. Still I never heard of any feminists advocating men to write so as to make them appreciate the female species better. And that too when there is no dearth of female writers on our planet. Looks like either the female writers don't suffer from the writer's block or those who do aren't feminists.

Now you can see that my mind has started rambling. But tomorrow morning I have to attend officeand its getting late. Quite late!

You are spared today. See you soon.