After a long time today I felt that I can write something; or rather I have to write something. The daily chores and back-to-back busy schedule is taking a toll on me, and I am feeling depressed. Something you cannot share with anybody- some primal fears. Blog is the right place to take out your sweat, to spit your venom against this ruthless heartless world.

Am I sounding a bit taciturn and not in the gay self of me? Sorry, but that’s life.

Anyway, forget it. Today I am going to talk about something which is eternal, boring and till everybody wants to fall in to it. Yes, it is love.

What is love? I don’t know, simply!! I feel that it is a bond between me and my extension. I love those persons whom I think are extensions of myself- conforms to the beliefs, culture, mental set up, values that I believe in. can you love Osama? Probably not, because he does not fit in to your bill of a “good” person. We love those who strengthen our views toward life and its components. That’s what I believe in. I may be wrong, but then please correct me.

We have been told from the childhood that we must respect others. But how? Nobody tells us. I believe to respect someone I need to respect his choices. I may love to read poetry and he may hate every bit of it, I may hate terrorism and he may worship Lashkar, but I need to respect those choices to respect the person. We only respect those choices which conform to our shell of safe-beliefs; any other thing can be termed anything as “rebellious” or “weird” or “nerdy” or anything. That’s why when a south Indian eats sambar-rassam we say “Oh look, what a shit he is eating.” But when someone questions my food habit of “maachh-bhaat” (fish curry and rice) I call him a “moron”. Actually we are brought up like that. From childhood we are taught to be in a small boundary of social beliefs and norms, confronting that or crossing that was a strict “no-no” and parents would have told us to “discipline” ourselves.

These narrow-mindedness, not to respect others’ choices, not to accept someone as he/she is, are the reason of not respecting each other. How could you? And then started clashes- in name of Allah or God; in name of country, in name of culture and so on so forth.

Lets spread love, lets make this world beautiful. Lets accept someone as he/she is. Lets respect his/her choices and wishes. Let peace prevail. Ahem.