Sometimes things happen in the lives of other people and you realize how effervescent the nature of life essentially is.
Like a friend moving out of the city. She has to go into an alien land. She has meet new people, make new friends, and learn a new language. Like my friend moved to Bangalore and my cousin moved to Paris. I keep wondering how they will cope with these new challenges.
Perhaps it is my fear of the disturbance in status-quo. Perhaps.
Life was going on just fine. Everyone was happy but, like a drop on the face of the mirror still pond, things change. And it is the inherent quality of life to change. The question is whether this change is desirable.
Like break-ups. I have noticed this, whenever someone close to me, or even someone I know has to go through a broken relationship it shatters me at some level. This is not an exercise in baring wounds but a self-reflexive discourse. Why do I have to let things which happen in other people’s lives affect me? Why do I have to identify myself in a similar position?
Boy meets girl, girl meets boy. And then they are simply hooked on to each other. So much so that being around each other becomes more of a habit than anything else. So when do you know you are in love? Not making this into an Yash Chopra inspired gimmick it is a serious question. Are two people just sticking to each other because they are simply used to it or because of their love. Do they miss each other because it is a habit to be around or because of love? And what is this concept of falling out of love?
Then there are these various romances and break-up types.
There is the school-time hook up-break up. Here the two meet during school. Perhaps in the sixth-seventh standard, when you are just exploring the concept of getting attracted to the opposite sex. You are curious, and you want some first hand experience. Friendship is taken for love, and by the time they have grown from children to adults they have had enough of each other and they fall out of love, ideally when you are in the tenth –eleventh standard.
Then comes the high school hook up-break up. You meet people from different schools during school fests or during common tuitions and you fall for that elusive girl who wears short skirts and ties her hair in the cutest ponytail or that sweet boy who is as good on the sports field as with the guitar. You fall for an image, not the person per se, but an image in your head. Then you meet the person, go out on a couple of dates. Most probably you find out she is the dumbest chick or he is the most boring lout and you fall out of love.
Then is the hook up in school-break up in college story. You were friends when you were in school, and you were together for a while. Then you went to different colleges. This is more complicated, because as we grow up things do tend to get more complicated. We change as people. Our personalities are defined. And often we realize that the person we were with during school has grown up to be a different person altogether. Their interests are different, their friends are different and you simply dissociate from each other and you fall out of love.
Then of course the most famous the college hook up-break up. You meet someone in college, he/she is enchanting and different from anyone you have ever seen and you simply cannot be without him/her. You are with that person day in day out. You discuss movies, music, sports, life , politics, food and everything on the planet and beyond and as with all the other types one day you suddenly fall out of love. Perhaps someone more enchanting captures your sight or you are bogged down by silly socio-economic pressures.
So why do people fall out of love? Only to fall in love again? Or is it the destiny of every individual to fall out of love at some time. How do you know it is the real deal?
