This is what I have been coming across lately, in all the kinds of relationships I have witnessed, been in or heard of. When marriage is supposedly the most secure, the most serious and the most legible relationship a human wants to be in, then why do insecurities creep in at the slightest drop of the hat? (in this case, the slightest incidence of negativity).

One of friends’ husbands got proposed love to by a pretty woman about 2 years back. He sounded astonished, yes. But he did not reveal the whole situation to her till about a week back. She was not upset, not angry, not depressed. Nothing! I appreciated her for the way she looked at things. She said “Why would I even care? I am infact happy that my husband still seems eligible to some people. And I’m not bothered if a million pretty girls propose “love” to him! “.

And yesterday, out of nowhere, he asks her why he gets so much attention from the ladies in his workplace. She just smiles and asks, “You need an ego boost? Or you need the truth?” He needed the truth.

“Women inside a commitment do not look for more commitment,” was her answer.

He was probably left astounded/thinking/awed.

Are we not grown-up enough to sit with or talk to people belonging to other streams than our own? Yes, we are still introducing ourselves to each other in the class. But still, why do we introduce ourselves to just management students? Why not others? And why do ladies talk to just ladies still? Is the country gaining advancement in perspective yet? Or is it still in shackles of “pre-modernity”?

This applies to relationships too.  When we don’t meet the exact person we really want to, we tend to extend our hands in friendship to a lot of people other than our preferred kind of friend. And then we end up having so many disregarded friendships, that we can hardly begin to maintain in a lifetime..

Why is it so difficult for us to just round it off? Why are we so obsessed with looking around for what we want, when we innately know what we really want?  Is it because we want to be called a person with many friends? Or is it just too difficult for us to choose?

I believe that there is somebody I have to be with, and he is the perfect one for me. But what about the rest of the people that we meet in our journey towards our soulmate? Some people stay with us long enough to make us realize that they are not our soulmates, some more stay with us for a short while making us realize that its not a connection that notable.

But suppose we find our soulmate long after we have committed ourselves to somebody?

Isn’t that a sad thing? ?!?!?!

The first reason was the K had already called my Dad and complained about me and so I knew that Dad would definitely confide in my Mom about all of it. The second reason was that the only thing to understand on her part was that there was no point in me sharing anything with either her or anybody else. What can anybody do? Or how can anybody help? In fact,I don’t think I’ll ever share any details of fights and quarrels between K and me. Why should I?

But is it wrong to not want to share? Is it wrong to want to keep somethings confidential? Are quarrels between husband and wife not familial issues anymore? Why do I share details? Just why??

I have a random, if not true, explanation to this.. I believe that there are some unfinished, unconsidered friendships or relationships that have been carried forward to this birth of ours. If it is still unfinished at the end of this birth, then it may as weel get carried forward to the next. This happens till we reap all the happiness or sorrow out of the relationship.

My husband asked me if I believed in all this philosophy crap.. I said, ”Do you see any other explanination?” He did not have an answer. This explanation seems so logical to me that I am prepared to believe it all the way. Older people in my family keep quoting “janam-janam-ka-rishta” or “inter-birth-connection” .. I believe in it thoroughly.

So deep, so true, so ingenious.. !!

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

I love love.

Ah! Love strikes again, at undefined moments!

When I think of my father and his life, I am at loss of words. After all, what are my problems in front of his!?!?

I am always at awe at the way my father faces all the problems, disappointments and distresses of his life in the right sense. I thank God for giving him so much strength. And I hope he gains more strength to strut forward and achieve what he wants.  He is the finest example of  -  “Success comes to those who never rest, except in their grave.”