Sunday, November 26, 2006

Paradox of Love

Was having a conversation with a friend lately…when she suddenly said….

“The paradox of love”

“What??” I asked her.

“Its true isn’t it? Unconditional love is loving someone with the no hope of getting love back…in unconditional love you don’t expect anything” she said. “If love does come back your way, then you are just the lucky one.”

I thought about it for a sec. “What sorta unconditional love are you talking about? The blood relation?” I asked her.

“No” she said. “A blood relation, like a mother or father towards her/his children will always be unconditional. It’s when you have a choice that I’m talking about” she said.
“In our case, when we love a man, we can choose to love unconditionally, fairly or selfishly.” …she moved on to say… “I wouldn’t love any man who doesn’t love me back, and I’ll always check his love- not with what he says, practically every man has a truck load of words, but at what he does.”

“What do you mean?” I asked her

“You know, the small romantic stuff he does, like flowers, letters, long emails, poems, songs, calls, when he takes time to do such special things…ill know he thinks I’m worth it. Every woman wants to feel like she’s worth it”

She then asked me “what do you think?”

“I don’t know” I said. “Sometimes words are enough…a simple “I miss you” seems enough…..poems, songs, letters…everyone loves them, but sometimes, words are all someone has to take one’s heart away…right?”

She smiled at me. Unconvinced. She said “Listen girl. I give but I don’t get. Does that mean I stop giving? Ya!! Tit for tat. You need to teach men how to be romantic. Well actually some men were born sweet. But most men, they give and give and give while they date, flowers and dinners and letters. But at some point it stops. They get bored, take their woman for granted. Why should it stop I say? Even in my old age I would still write my old man a letter and want a reply back, I’d pick him a flower and sing him a song. And would love for him to do the same. Wouldn’t you?”

“Erm…yeah I hope so.” I said. “But still, “romantic” is relative. Sometimes an sms is romantic enough. At most times a memory is enough na? Maybe a flower or a letter or a song should be for special occasions only, why everyday or without occasion? People are just plain busy. I know some women who love to do stuff for their man, but don’t expect him to do the same, and they are happy. Not all women are demanding of much love, low profile will do for many.”

“So you’re saying that romantic moments should occur on occasion? Fine then. Why not only love on occasion, why love someone everyday? Every miniute, every sec? Everyone is just plain busy right? Why waste our time loving? Love is cheaper and less hurtful if you love on occasion right? And women who give and give will one day realize that its not worth it. Every woman would love a small gesture of love everyday, something special. Women need to make themselves feel worth, but being worth it and not settling for second best. And men need to realize that women have feelings too. And can be crushed if the loving is less than the very best.”

I am befuddled, but I think I’m right.

I put this question to the readers…what do you think?

The type up was as close to the convo as I can remember. She is one hell ova debater. The woman who will fight for love, provided her love will fight for it too. I know she’s not a believer in sacrifice. But as a woman, I think sacrifice is sorta inevitable in our instance na? Somewhere down the line all women make more sacrifices than men in love. We compromise more. I know, being a gender student this is theoretically the wrong thing to say, but still, being a member in society its true in many many most instances. So tell us what you think. MizBold, Radiance, Hayah…have your say too!

Anonymous

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Pokhara poetry

Hey all,

Back again in KTM. The Pokhara trip has been a delight. And we are in the process of documenting all the delightful bits and pieces…so do bear patience for good read. I couldn’t help write a poem thou, reminiscence brought back inspiration. Yeah I write poetry sometimes, but I haven’t in a long time….so I might be a little out of touch. Whatever said and done, this is a poem I thought wanted to say what I had to say in limited time and words….so here goes….this one is dedicated to my one and only…..

WITH LOVE FROM POKHARA-

Early morning chill brushes one’s skin,
One longs for warmth a quilt can bring,
But the day outside,
Draws you to,
The quite rising of drops of dew

On mountain ranges blessed with ice,
The slant of light,
caresses gently warmth on white,
And golden fumes vaporize

On lakes as quite and as deep,
As Fewa rising from its sleep,
So vast, so still, so shimmering,
Who knew trouble brew just beneath

Coffee on the table top,
Giggling voices that could not stop,
The warmth of liquid,
Warmth of skin,
Warmth of feeling of belonging

The nights stirred sweet romance,
Gentle lights in song and dance,
Rustic hues and earthly shades,
I longed for you to serenade

Drops of fire, wood and coal,
Voices sang love songs of old,
I missed you most when past twilight,
They sang of departing love on a lonely night

Back again in kathmandu,
Back to busy days and nights so blue,
I had longed for an escapade so true,
So close to nature’s loving hues,

But mostly I long….
Still long….
For You.


Yours truly,
Hayah

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Friday, November 10, 2006

OUT OF TOWN

Hey everyone,
We the blogbhoots will be our of town from 10th Nov, till 14th Nov, so please forgive us for not posting these few days. we're on a college field visit to Pokhara and Lumle.

for a few days please check out one of our friends blogs, her name is Zaded..

www.zade.wordpress.com

urs truly
Blogbhoots

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

A cup of Coffee and a Thousand Possibilities

RADIANCE-
A day before yesterday three of us decided to finally have a coffee together. It was on the roof top canteen of our college. Our canteen these days has been a nice place to hang out. It serves good variety of food and so we enjoy being there ...basking in the sun.
MizBold started the conversation asking Hayah why is it that people express their emotions through touch, why it moves from a handshake to a hug and then the kiss. Is it necessary?Then Hayah the most intelligent among us gave the scientific theories involves our hormones (being an ex med student) Something about "pheremones"...
Then I asked MizBold and Hayah how to instigate the passion to write. In my case, whenever I sit and try to write, I always end up not writing ,except for few sentences which I do not like at all. And the two intellectuals in front of me started to explain. Hayah said that one should try to write whatever is in the mind continuously even if the sentences are wrongly constructed or there is no flow but just keep writing.. This is called “train of conciousness” . MizBold also told me not to be “perfectionist” while writing. After writing one can edit but while writing just go with the flow. I really liked the idea.
By the way Hayah has tagged me as a “vulgarian” (try figuring out why). I don’t know whether these things happen in your case or not but when I am with friends, and when one says something, I tend to think the simple sentence in a different way. That is only for amusement.
Happens to everyone na? But frequent tendency to understand everything in that sense is absolutely uncool .Sometime for fun, it is cool.We finnnaaaly got to the point....discussing what next for
Alive and Kickin. Basically we will be
dealing with most of the topics that are contemporary, that are thought
provoking and that totally interest us.
MIZBOLD-
It started with a kiss. Not the act, but the talk. French kiss to be exact. "Coffee wonder" I would say or what else can be the reason for the subject which is never discussed to surface?
Don't you need to learn to do it?
Hell no. You just need to be overwhelmed with emotions and the rest is automatic.

Do you think South Asians do it? Like our parents?
Can't think of that really. I'm sure they don't even know of it!
I can't imagine them doing that , man...... Ugh! Sounds gross.

And what about the chances of suffocating to death? Something I always wonder about: Why don't Smoochers Die?
Duh! Kisses, here we go. There are two kinds. One done with the mouth closed. Just a peck on the lips, you know the mother child thing. The other is done with an open mouth.

What if your mouth is locked with one another for good?
'That doesn't happen silly' she said giving me that weary look. We roared with laughter.

So are we discussing a kiss over a cup of coffee? Absolutely not! It was a Coffee Date that had finally materialized months after we actually planned it.
The Coffee bums: Hayah, me and Radiance.
Venue: Our rooftop college canteen.
Though its self service at other times, on this particular occasion the coffee was brought to us. The coffee arrived and our diaries and notebooks were brought outside their usual hideouts and placed on the table. We were there to talk "Hardcore Blogging", discuss the ample of possibilities in the blogosphere. And if you're wondering why discuss over a cup of coffee rather than a couple of pizzas and momos.
Then here's the Catch:
A Cup of Coffee and a 1000 possibities. Nothing's impossible over a cup of
Coffee!
So what do we want
Alive N Kickin to be? A potpourri: Art, religion, terrorism, business, politics,
development, feminism and emotions anything under the sun. We just voice our
thoughts.


HAYAH

I think what has to be said, has been said na? You guys sound sooo gross man!! Vulgarians!!! hehehehe....it was fun thou, coffee and a thousand possiblities....


And yeah, we now know what next for Alive and Kickin.
Alive and Kickin we hope is gonna
be a pot pourri blog....of a mish mash of everything that intrests us, amuses us
and brings out the fiery in us. We want guest coloumists, regular bloggers, free
flow of words, ideas and intellect!! Its gotta be smart, fun and fab!

So...here goes...


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