Saturday, February 13, 2016

LOVE: Is it the elixir of Life?

"We are born of love;
love is our mother.
Through love all that is
bitter will be sweet, through
love all that is copper will be gold,
through love all dregs will
become wine, through love all
pain will turn to medicine."
-Jalaluddin Rumi

What can be a better day for this write-up than today. Today is the eve of Valentines' Day and today , this year, is also the day of Saraswati Puja, the so-called Valentines Day for Bengalis. Of the nine rasa, which are intrinsic to any Indian art form, Love (Sringaram) is predominant, which inits turn, is capable of evoking all the other forms of emotion. Such is the power of love. I recently read an article in Times of India, which I'd like to mention here. There one Lucy Brown, clinical professor of neurology at Albert Einstein College of Medicine, who studies the brain activity of people in love, told, "It's a reflexive urge, like hunger and thirst." And I think, that's the reason people fall in love, even when they don't get it in return.

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But what happens when that love remains unreciprocated? When the person you love proves to be unworthy of that love? Especially in the Indian context, it often happens that the relationship between two persons doesn't remain a personal and private affair. The family members often interferes too much. And the sweet love turns rancid. Many a times, I have heard about women commiting suicide, unable to cope with the pressure of marital life. But can one love, one relationship define an entire life? Is there any need of such kind of love that takes away lives of so many innocent? What is your opinion? I'd like to hear from you.

Is love confined only to its most popular form? Lastly, I'd love to quote a saying by Ruskin Bond, one of my favourite authors, who is not married, 'My life have been one long love story, and I have loved people, I have loved books, I have loved flowers, the sun, moon and stars, old roads, old trees, children, grannies, butterflies, seashells, fairies... And of course I keep falling in love, for where love begins, there is the border of heaven.'

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