Love, a four lettered word which makes sense even before you step into your puberty, even before your genitals fully mature, even before your pituitary secretes the hormones receptive to the consequences. You know what it means but not what it can do.

For beginners it is a sense of dare, of pride, of bravery. You fall in love with someone, have an affair, and get a girlfriend/boyfriend. You are well known among your friends now. They treat you with respect and you have now a secret to hide from elders. You have found someone who listens patiently to all your weird talks, someone with whom you share everything, someone with whom your likes and dislikes match, pieces fall into place and you got your soul mate! Yoo-hoo!

Well, that’s Bullshit!

People say about something called ‘’Love at first sight’’. There’s no fucking thing like that!For that English has another four lettered word called ‘’Lust’’. Its not that those relationships perish half way, few whose chemistry strikes well remain till eternity. But in the first place what made your eyes look to that person? It must be a sexy ass, a pair of jiggling tits, a sweaty muscled body or a cool charismatic face. Its lust.

When you search for a partner you tend to find a sexy, handsome or an all rounder. Girls chase the cool guy, the guitarist, the photography model, the sports captain or the white beardy fellow. Guys run after jeans butted tank topped cat walking chicks. No attention is paid to the dark nerd sitting in the first benches of the classroom or the silent formal dressed girl munching away food at an isolated corner. Why? Because you want to make all jealous, burn and desire for what you have, look upon you with respect and treat you with an aura of pride. You want to prove your friends that you can score, higher than the rest, get the one all have been dreaming of.

Love. You make thousand promises a day that you will be by your beloved no matter what the situation may be. Will you love her knowing she will never be yours? Will you love her the same if she is raped? Will you love him the same if he is impotent? Will you love her if she is amputated or passes into cancer? Will you still climb the wedding steps loving him and knowing that you are no more than the bridesmaid? Will you still love her knowing you have to take her entire family’s responsibility? No. you won’t. You may tempt to say yes but you know you won’t because you can’t. But if you do its love.

Why is it that the same girl you loved so much turns a whore for you? Why is it that the same guy you loved turns a son of a bitch? Did you really ‘’love’’ them? Or was it just an attraction to pass?

Love is not is not a decision, its not that you make and break it. It’s a responsibility, to be responsible for someone, to change for the better of the latter. If its lust then give it up, if it is love then live it up! In love there are no heartbreaks, no tears, no pains; it’s a game of wins, no losses only gains.

There is no fucking love anywhere people, it all comes down to lust in the bed. But if you have a bit of it in your heart keep loving with it. Keep loving.

Till the next post, signing off, Crazybrains <3