Do you actually need to love someone to understand him? To understand and to love are entirely different concepts all together. Why is it that even the most near and dear fail to touch your heart, why is it that they flunk at moments of life when you actually would expect them to lift you up. Why is that you fail to understand the emotions of a parent when you bring a stranger home and introduce her as your wife. Why is it that the girl who you love the most rings you up on the eve of your sisters wedding, and tells you that that she is so happy that the obstacles are now over. Why is it that we always forget to listen to what we say, getting into the shoes of the listener, Do we ever realize that the happiness we share would hurt the guy at the receiving end.
Love is not just an emotion in this part of the world; it has conditions, ifs and buts attached to it. It makes you compromise more than liberate, it chains you harder and pulls you away from the castles that you would have built. To understand someone is a big deal, for that you have to break the shackles of love, like breaking the ice to see the churning beneath. Love might not give you the see through picture, It would mask the real he, It would make you draw pictures of the person based on your wants and needs. Painting him as a 9:00 to 6:00 husband is what love does and helping him to do more at work is what understanding would do. But then the million dollar Question is, does love actually liberate????.
No, it does not, but then love with intelligent compromises does. Cooking twice a week and cleaning the house when she is busy at work must definitely help. An onsite opportunity for her must not be put down, because you do not have anyone to cook. A maid or hotels could solve the issue. The Indian concept makes it clear that marriage is about being together, weather you like it or not. Being together helps but does it always, let’s do retrospection. Who would not love to have sometime for themselves, everyone must get a breath of fresh air, do not take me wrong, and it’s not about screwing a Lebanese chick on Coke. It’s about time to pamper you, the most important thing we keep on neglecting. I could see nerds around me, who crib about being in bondage when they are alone, and be proud about a family life when thrown light at them. One thing about the system is that it teaches you to compromise, on marriage because your sister thought so, on promotions cause your manager felt that it’s not time yet, getting your ear pierced cause the crowd might take it wrong. Why can’t we break the shackles and live, live a life than survive. I feel, Sri Sri Ravisankar must talk about the art of Survival and then map it to the art of living.
We have bent our backs, in front of the whites who screwed us for hundreds of years, in front of countless governments who played around with our money, we have compromised our choices and preferences as NRI’s to bring money back to our land, We picked up safe careers, never bothered to tried instincts of Photography or Journalism, Is that enough of sacrifice, the ultimate aim of life is joy, pursue it at any means and cost and god will be there with you, he does not have a choice. God knows the truth , but waits.
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