Defintiton of love!

Love!! The definition of the word “Love” varies widely among people/relationship. A mother would describe

love for her children in a different way than a wife would do it for her husband. In the similar fashion, a sister would describe her love for her brother differently than a friend for the other friend.

But when we look deeper, all these diverse definitions narrow down to a single statement, which is “True love is unconditional”. The love God has for his/her children, the love Buddha had for humanity, the love Mother Teresa had for mankind and the love Gandhi had for truth….

Literal meaning of “Unconditional “ is “not subject to any condition” but the mankind love for everybody/everything is dependent on several conditions. We might not realize it until the person/thing keeps fulfilling our conditions but the moment they/it starts violating those, our love for them starts turning into anger and exasperation, sometimes it does end up with hatred.

Now, as far as my understanding says, the relationship of “Love” and “Hatred” is similar to the relationship of “Water” and “Fire”. Both can never exist in the same sheath. So, if you have somebody/something, whom/which you loved someday and now don’t, wake up! It wasn’t true love…Your consciousness might fake it as “true love” for you but nothing changes the reality. Your love was only love; it was never “true love”.

The extraordinary people-Chapter 2

At 5 AM in the morning, Chennai central, some day in 2012:

The train had just reached Chennai central and I was busy enjoying the dawn, a rare phenomenon to be witnessed especially for a night person like me. Suddenly my phone started ringing…It was Mom. She asked-Did you reach safely? I said-Yes Mom, I am safe and sound. You don’t worry. She again shooted- Did I have breakfast?

Period. What breakfast! Are you kidding me!! I usually wake up after 9 AM. Can’t even imagine having my breakfast at 5 AM. Anyway, I replied-Mom, I am at the railway station and need to catch the bus for Ruby’s home. Will call you later. Bye…And I rushed to the bus station.

At 5:20 AM:
 
I succeeded in catching an empty bus that too direct! Lucky me, isn’t it? Well, it was almost a 1 hour journey, thought to give myself some rest after settling down and God knows when I dozed off, only to wake up while the bus was crossing my bus stop!! I stood up and started screaming- Hey, that was the bus stop , I was supposed to get down. Stop the bus! Stop the bus! The conductor came near me and said- Keep quite. The bus will only stop at the next bus stop. I said- What! Next bus stop! Are you kidding me? How am I supposed to go back that too in this weather? The conductor gave a “that’s not my problem” look and left. For the record, it had rained very heavily the last night and the road was full of mud. Anyway, I got down from the bus when it reached the next bus stop.

At 6:40 AM:

I looked around, couldn’t find anything other than a church. Auto walas seem to have vanished from that area. Well, left with no other choice, I started walking. It was almost 2 KM by walk, not a big deal for me but then the muddy road was not in my favor.

At 6:45 AM:

Suddenly, I heard somebody calling somebody. After few repeated calls, I figured out, it was for me. I turned back to have a look at the gentle man calling me. He was a middle aged man, wearing lungi and shirt and riding a scooty. He was unable to speak English and was muttering something in Tamil. I figured out, he was offering me lift till the college.

Wait!lift..what? What if he is an agent of Al kayda! What if his scooty turns out to be a super fast car from any of the Rohit Shetty’s movie! I declined his offer and continued walking. He kept insisting.

At 6:47 AM:

Huh! I talked to myself-I so hate this rainy season. I am unable to walk on the muddy road. The weather definetly looks grumpy to me! Should I accept his offer? I can jump off the scooty anytime I smell danger.( Stupid thought, I know.) Well finally, after so much of thinking, I accepted his offer…

At 7 AM:

We reached near the college and he asked me again, do I really want to get down here? We both could see a big lock hanging on the gate of the college. I said yes, unwilling to show him Ruby’s home. I could take a walk from here; it wasn’t more than 10 minutes of journey.

He took a U turn and left. I didn’t thank him… I should have but the insecurity inside me didn’t allow to…After sometime, I crossed the road and started walking in the street which led to R’s house.

At 7:05 AM:

I again heard somebody calling somebody! After few repeated calls, I figured out, it was for me again. I looked back while praying for the caller not to be the same man. Oh..Yes! He was the same person. He came near me, slowed down his scooty , murmured something again in Tamil and left. He didn’t insist this time.

I assume, he was disappointed that I lied to him. He said, he could have given me lift till my destination as he also had to cover the same route.

At 7:10 AM:

I reached Ruby’s home safe and sound.

Well, it’s not that I have started believing on strangers after that incidence but yup, can certainly say that the man on the scooty was different from others. People like him, keep humanity alive….

The reality behind the mirages-2

The passenger replied-You will have to come to another garden with me right now.

What! These flowers are almost like family to me, replied the butterfly in a shocking tone.

Well, it’s your choice. Nobody is pushing you, said the passenger firmly.

Butterfly thought for a while and said-Okay, I will come with you. Nobody has seen the future, so I guess, I will take that chance. And she left for another garden immediately with the passenger. She wasn’t even able to bid a proper good bye to those flowers.

Well, the passenger turned out to be an angel!!(Crap!!Isn’t it? No, I haven’t been drinking lately. It’s just so much of the “supernatural” stuff these days..:D Anyway, let’s get back to the story). He healed the butterfly within a moment, and now she was spotless and gleaming all over again. But still, something was missing!

One day while she was weeping secretly sitting over one bench placed in some corner of the garden, the passenger/angel saw her. He went near and asked-What’s the matter? You almost have everything now, you were craving for earlier. Don’t you? Then what are these tears for?

The butterfly sat still for a while and then asked a counter question - Did you hear that the flowers in my garden are dying without me? There was this one little white color flower which I loved most. Back in those days, we used to play together. I hear that it is also dying. She continued in grief-I am selfish, am not I? I let them die! They are all dying because of me!

The angel replied- Don’t weep. Those flowers, they won’t die. It’s just a phase, it will pass. That’s the beauty of time, nothing stays forever. Look around yourself; you have several other flowers which could become your friends.

The butterfly replied-Angel, nothing justifies my selfishness. Could you just leave me alone for some time?

Well the angel was really an angel (To tell you the truth, I so hate Castiel. Hence, I am going to describe a character entirely different from him.) He didn’t leave her alone, even when she showed her reluctance to talk. He said- Look, I can cure all those flowers but you have to give me time. It’s not an easy job and you need to have patience.

The butterfly looked at him with hope in her eyes. She said- Could you really do that?

The angel said-Why not! I removed that blot to bring back your happiness, would do this as well for the same reason. After a pause, he again said-While I am off to the other garden curing those sick flowers, why don’t you make friends with some of those who are here in this garden? Look, I know, these flowers can’t replace them but yup, they can heal your pain till some extent.

The butterfly replied while waving a good bye to the angel-Okay, be back here soon with my little friend. I wish you luck. “

The end...

The reality behind the mirages-1

Once upon a time, there used to live a butterfly in a garden. The garden was beautiful; it was full of colorful,bright, vibrant and lively flowers and so was the butterfly with her ardent and glimmering wings. The butterfly was spending a happy and joyful life with those flowers. She loved those flowers more than anything and so did the flowers. One day, she noticed, she has a tiny blot over her wings; so tiny that it went un-noticed even by her all these years. That blot started worrying her, she tried her level best to wipe it out but her efforts weren’t fruitful. None of the flowers were able to help her with that problem of hers. As time progressed, she accepted the blot as a part of her wings and tried moving on. Years passed; there also came a period when the blot stopped bothering her and that was the time when she was really able to move on. But she wasn’t the same bubbly, vibrant and beautiful butterfly anymore. Something was missing; the blot was a hole inside her which she was fighting not to fall in ….

One day, a man was crossing by that garden. The butterfly saw him, went near and asked, who are you? The man answered- I am a traveler; was passing by this route. You say, how have you been? The butterfly answered- Well, I am good. I don’t see much of the travelers crossing by this garden. Hence, I am a bit surprised to see you. The passenger answered: Well! Miracles do happen! The butterfly smiled and said- I don’t believe in miracles. You better choose another topic for this conversation. The passenger replied- Sure we can change the topic but before that, answer me this, aren’t you in pain and agony because of that tiny blot of yours? Ever since you have realized that, there is a black tiny blot on your vibrant wings, you haven’t been in peace. All these years, aren’t you struggling within yourself just to remove the blot? The butterfly was now amazed,how the passenger knew about her secret! The passenger replied- Don’t take it as a secret of yours; it’s more of a pain and sickness which is slowly killing you. The butterfly was now too dumbstruck for words. The passenger continued- Well, I have a way which will remove the blot forever; I can help you out with that, only if you want.

The butterfly had actually done whatever she could to remove the blot and ultimately had lost hope. She took few minutes and then replied- Okay, I would like to know the way. Go on...tell me! The passenger replied- Well, there is one condition though. Butterfly said- What is that?

To be continued....