There's a saying that goes like this...,"At the end of the day we are all alone, and that is exactly why we need to come back to that person who'll belong to us no matter what!" And more importantly who will make us feel belonged too. A friend recently said, "Love makes us feel important atleast in the eyes of that one person who isn't related to us by blood. You become special completely as a result of someone else's choice......." It's ethereal. Indeed it is. Love is like a fairy tale, a 'Mills and Boon' novel, a beautiful song that plays on loop in your I-Pod, like your favorite blackforest cake, the sound of rain, the fragrance of jasmine and any-damn-thing full of mush. But the lovers are far from normalcy. And sadly, all the wonderful things mentioned above evidently mean nothing when you're alone at the cafeteria eating that cake or listening to the song or watching the rain. All of us need the presence of the special person who will make these little things cherish-able. And that's precisely how the machinery of love works. 

We are secluded if single...(even if you disagree at this moment remember all those New Year Eve's and Birthdays and Valentine's Days when you were alone).Well, being without a companion stinks and sometimes even after a very sucky relationship we all go back to the same 'wrong-for-us' person just to fill the godforsaken. Does that mean that 'loneliness' wins and we get defeated? I truly don't know. But it's bad. And painful. Remember how Chandler wanted to get hooked with Janice almost after every break up? We have all been through those phases and I am no exception. All I know is it's a pretty tough tug of war and "the feeling of being unwanted" is often the result for worst relationships ever. We all know those hackneyed efforts to bring that person back just to give ourselves the satisfaction that we are not alone rather than really be in love. It's demeaning. Not for us. But for them. And who knows...how many times we have been demeaned just because the person missed going to parties alone and didn't really miss us. 

Everytime I write something, I have this habit of concluding things. Give my opinion. Make that rhetorical...a little thought-sy(if there's any word) and end it on a positive note. Somehow. But today, I am not certain of how much I am capable to. The vast hollow black space that fills our heart with infinite sadness is tormenting and there's no relief till another person's solitude enlightens yours. I really believe the misapprehended race of us are so depended that it kills the very thought of being alone in our own company. We are so afraid to face ourselves...fight our demons...counter the innumerable sadness and failures that we need another person who will see everything and yet accept us for who we are. And frankly let us close those horrible doors too.

"Lebenslangerschicksalsschatz

You feel it throughout your body, in your hands, in your heart, in your stomach, in your skin.      Have you ever felt this way about somebody? If you have to think about it, you have not felt it. Everyone does eventually. You just never know when or where."                                                                                                                                             - Klaus, Victoria's fiance.

They say you don't have to think before falling in love. . .'cause if you do, chances are it isn't what it seems to be.  When a person is attracted to someone...it just happens, at the blink of an eye or beat of a heart. There's no thinking twice about it. The heart gives you a lump in the throat, lets a few butterflies fly in your stomach and makes your feet and hands as heavy as a rock and this cannot be mistaken for any other physical disability(if any) of yours. Apparently. Each one of us...almost each one of us are well acquainted with the terms, "fling", "infatuation", "crush" etc etc....and these are the very words that dominate a majority of our sexless-teen days and somewhat gives us hope. The hope to find and fall for atleast one such person who will give our lives a great....memorable chapter. A chapter to reckon with for years....

I personally have a record of running after wrong men. I mean I could write a book on that. "Me and My Wrong Choices...Always!!!" But honestly I cannot help myself either. Whenever an incredibly charismatic-completely-fallacious-guy comes across me, I have to take a leap towards him and this has been more than just once or twice. However, apart from my consistent record, one thing that has always remained the same is the less than a nano second moment when I am dragged towards him. And in addition to that, whenever I am given an option to think about considering someone...it has fallen right on its face within a matter of few days. So you can say confidently...love happens without much thought and without the help of your grey matter. You can be a fool in loving someone 'cause if you're not...it's probably not love at all. Irony...isn't it? See, the thing is very simple. In today's times when a girl cannot get a bag...yes a bag of her choice and a guy...say...umm...what do guys want as much as we girls want bags and shoes..??? Well, if you're reading this and you are a guy...fill it with the thing you want the most. Okay. Now back to the topic, in today's times when a mere object is so scarce to find irrespective of online and offline sources...imagine how difficult it is to find the person of one's choice? And that's exactly the reason why too many people contemplate, calculate and then resolve before falling love and do not take the leap just the way it is meant to be.

Thus, started my quest for truth and I asked plenty of my friends cum cousins who came to answers like, "You do need to think....it happens simultaneously while you come to the realisation. Hence it's way safe if you ponder over it before you zero upon anyone", said an elderly married cousin. 

"No of course not. There is a fine line between acting and reacting. 'cause if you're reacting to someone then you might not love the person as much he/she deserves," concluded a friend with a hell lot of conviction. 

"On a scale of 1 to 10...I might say 4....see there'll be a little influence by my mind but a large part of it will be left on the unknown. Let's see what happens. We have to go for the mystery. And even if we do think, think and think, what are the chances that it'll succeed??? Doesn't arrange marriages fail? Parents did a lot of thinking behind those too, ain't it?" said a friendly neighbour. 

Thus, the majority I thought was inclined towards taking the plunge in the ocean with the conviction that the person is worth going for....but my question is....even to achieve that amount of conviction we do have to mull over for a bit don't we???

Love stories earlier were so simple...but today our equally important and challenging virtual lives has taken a toll on the very constitution. We are so afraid within ourselves that the very innocence of adoring another human being without expecting anything in return has somehwat diminished. We do not fall in love....we decide to. We do not simply accept a person....we measure his/her worthiness before doing that. It is even worse than the unprepared exams we give during our entire academic lives....It's pitiful. Yet, all of us do eventually find that person...and in the words of Klaus we are just unaware when and where. I guess....it's our basic human nature. We all manipulate our conscience till the day we meet the one! Yes. The one. The leben....blah blah blah....'cause when we do we don't reflect or brood much on it. We just go for it. It might not be love at first sight(something we'll discuss later) but it does become the love which is meant to be.

Honestly, how terrible are we! We humans play and get played for so many times...dodging and juggling amongst all those who crowd the field almost half our lives and stop right at the goal-post when we realize that's the point where we need to score. And for that we don't think. We don't second-guess. We just close our eyes. Give our best shot. . .Have the faith that we always wrapped tightly away somewhere far in our hearts. And hope it's a 10.