Is love to be felt or to be lived?

I have spent time in the darkness of my room...and in the darkness of the night sky pondering about things that I have no answers to... not that I need an answer to everything. Things that I have no explanation to. Things that I have no experience of. Sometimes I think of death... sometimes I think of life... at other times I wonder why we fight... and then I stop to think why we love?

What is love? I hate the dictionary explanation involving chemicals and brains... its not a beautiful enough explanation to a question that is so vague. A friend once said to me "I really wanna fall in love...but I don't think I'm even close. Love is so idealistic.".... to which I smiled and said "I don't think anyone in the history of mankind ever knew when they were 'close' to falling in love."

I think infatuation is idealistic. I think compromise I realistic... both of which people often mistake for love. I think love is the balance. These are not answers... these are just my opinions. Sometimes I think love is the state of overwhelming pleasure... and sometimes I think love is the state where you don't feel anything at all. The feeling of complete emptiness.... or the feeling of complete fullness. Does love encompass everything or is it devoid of everything? Is love the color that stands out...or the color that blends in?

Questions that only bring more questions... along with some rhetorical answers which appear to be attempts at avoidance rather than answers.

As I sit in the brightness of my room I ask the air around me....
Is love to be written about or left as thoughts in the mind?
Is love to be dissected and explained or to be left as the question that gives purpose?
Is love to be felt or to be lived?

... i am still waiting to find out... hopefully I won't look back one day and say "oh...so that was love." 

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praveen

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So folks,
After a month break i am back....
Somehow i managed to tick of my clock from my SO called busy schedule, though the busy schedule include only inane things.
After 3 days i will be facing my 2nd sem exam and will become 2/8th of engineer.
I guess all those studious pointer will not understand what 2/8th mean to me. Iska matlab hota hai ki mai aapne engineering life ka dusra sem complete karlunga.
So all studious pointer please stay away....atleast isko to mat ratna yaar!!
Back to some point:
1. I got some comments from my friend that my way of writing or narrating some incident let him/her in the state of bafflement.
2.In the past one month I have missed many things....my all time favourite serial...choti bahu of zee tv....and many such soap opera.
3. I missed the radio diva.
 Oh! onething i missed to scribble...my english has gone all time low. So dude! here i go back once again, will be back very soon with a bash.
ur all time fav.
praveen

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……occurred to me today. What if someone makes a film based on my life? I don’t know why it suddenly struck me- may be because my life is so melodramatic at times, or may be I just want the current period of my life to be pinned in the form of some books or reeled in.

This I found weird which I have encountered after a 10 days of absent from the field of blogging. I was stuck in my so called BUSY schedule though the 10 days passed only by doing inane things.

Whatever the reason, after the moment that thought occurred to me, I spent the rest of my day (well it’s still going on) with a background narration in my head complete with background musical scores.

And what if my life got the sequel of some hit films like 3 IDIOTS or GAAJNI or some other in this field. This is really a strange to think about such films whose basis is from my life style.

The life style of a so called engineering student…

Hope the real chore which I left for your part is to think for why I got struck with this weird thought?

All comments will be entertained.

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Assumptions are foolish, predictions are untrue, and explanations, useless. The truth is arrived at by consensus, by an invisible, unobservable referendum, on every issue, for every belief. Accept, if only to cease the onslaught, to declare a reluctant truce in the relentless meaningless battle.

Axioms are better in the field than the theorem. I have heard that and have realized it. But getting into the account of practical life, theorems are better than axioms. The stereotype society, with lots of people engaged with different types of hobnob does not mean that you have the right to forget your past friends and past friendship with those people who were there with you in your entire thick and thins.

Dunno know, what I have scribbled in my past blogs but I feel all my feeling was something that should not be scribbled so openly. Anyways, I penance for what I have scribbled in the past.

I am in the state of compunction. 

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