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| your article is optimistic antha nijam
Posted by: Mrs. paro At: 8, May 2003 0:42:29 AM IST
That is a great one anil
The last lines gave no room to contradict.
Law of physics..matter tends to reach a state of normalcy after being in excited state.
May be long long time ago before there was any social rule like marriage or prestige...
I think there was love and may be it was the driving force to chose a girl/boy for life.
We in fact never dare to think in those lines. Just Imagine if there were 20 boys who love a girl..and there are also chances that the girl likes the most dumbhead of all who has tonnes of muscles....
Situations like this might cause infight, struggle, social instability etc.
That is when this concept of marriage might have come which was a responsibility of parents.
We see that almost all the human settlements have evolved to have marriage as an institution governed under parents.
Just because the younger generation has more space now...it dosent mean the older system dosent stand good.
But this may be another evolution ....who know we may have better systems back in future?
I appreciate the nicely written article by anil again!!!
Posted by: Mr. antha nijam At: 8, May 2003 0:36:46 AM IST
good one
Posted by: Mrs. paro At: 8, May 2003 0:08:34 AM IST
The greatest lovers in history were those who were not allowed to meet: Laila and Majnun, Shiri and Farihad -- these are the great lovers. They were not allowed: the society created so many obstacles that they remained always in a state of honeymoon. It is just like when food is there but you are not allowed to eat it, so the fantasy continues. If you are allowed to eat it, then the fantasy disappears.
In India, the partners themselves are not allowed to choose. The boy is not allowed to choose the girl, the girl is not allowed to choose the boy; the parents choose. Naturally they are more down-to-earth, more experienced. And naturally, they cannot fall in love. They think of other things: finance, prestige, respectability, family. They think of thousands of things, but they don't think of one thing -- love. Love is not brought into the matter at all. They go to the astrologer; they ask the astrologer and inquire into everything but not love. Love has not to become an ingredient in it. Two unknown people -- the man and the woman are put together by the parents, by the society -- are left together. Naturally, when you live with a person, a sort of liking arises. But that liking is just like the liking you have for your sister; it is not love. Because you were born into a certain family, you have not chosen your sister, neither have you chosen your brother: they were not chosen by you. It was accidental that you were born to the same parents. So you have a certain liking. Living together for long, a thousand and one associations, and one starts liking -- or disliking -- but it is never love and never hate. It never goes to extremes, it is very balanced.Love-marriage is bound to fail, because the love-marriage is a poetic phenomenon. You fall in love and you start dreaming about the woman or the man, and you reach to a peak, a climax of dreams. Those dreams continue until you meet the woman, until you meet the man. Then you come together, you become satisfied. Those dreams start disappearing. Now, for the first time, you start seeing the other as he or she IS.
When you see your wife as she is, when you see your husband as he is, the honeymoon is over. This is the meaning of the phrase 'the honeymoon is over'. And it does not happen only in marriage, it happens in many sorts of relationships.
Love sucks...
Posted by: Mr. anil anil At: 7, May 2003 7:18:29 PM IST
I love you ..
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I love you ..
There is no question to it
There is no doubt about that
Whether
you are a sea creature
or a land creature
whether
you soar high in the air
or stick to a chair
whether
you are a tiny crawling ant
or a mighty roaring elephant
whether
you are a low lying grass
or sky reaching mass
whether
you are a simple grass flower
or a fragrant rose flower
whether
you are dumb or mute
or highly intelligent
whether
you are a road sweeper
or a treasure keeper
whether
you are a lowly paid page
or a god-realized sage
It doesn't make any difference
To me you are all same
You are all my kids
I love you all
My love is free for all
My door is always open
My heart is always open
Any time you can pop in
Any one you can bring in
No distinction made
No one is flawed
Every one is handsome
Every one is whole some
Every one is welcome
I love you..
not just this minute
or next minute..or the one after
I am here for you
Today,tomorrow and always
I am eternal
and my love is forever
5-4-2003
9:30 AM
Posted by: Mrs. suprabha U. At: 4, May 2003 5:47:32 PM IST
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