Eureka!

Self love rockzzz more than Thala and Thalapathi put together.

No, nothing much. I have earlier wondered here how one can “fall out of love” and idealistically declared “If you fell out may be you never fell in, love that is.” “Who are you to comment on the divine quotient of love?” You could ask. I am a curious cat is all ye need to know. 

Now, shall we get back to the title of this post? Yes. Imagine a guy who has just fallen in love. He gushes about his gal, her paranormal beauty, artificial intelligence and hypnotic character. We all know the grundnorm, that nobody is perfect. May we make a hypothesis here that his perception is fundamentally flawed? But try telling him, he will denigrate you and your family members using words targeting their er, reproductive organs. You thought he was a mad man then, didn’t you? Hold it right there.

Fast forward. I am not mentioning the duration of time for it has to be calculated on a case by case basis. Now our guy groans like the genie inside the lamp.  He doesn’t talk about his lady love anymore. He rants. The sweet love stories sound incredibly ridiculous to him. This fellow advises a lot about the erroneous decision of falling in love and/or marrying. Separating his drunken speech from the cuss words, we can summarize his current opinion on his gal in three words “She is obnoxious.” Now you think, how can opinions change so quickly or how can someone take so long to formulate this opinion or just what the heck? But there is consistency in your thoughts, where you think, he is definitely a mad man. I digressed?

We have been already enlightened by the theory that love is a result of some chemical salsa. But you all protested ferociously then, saying love is not merely a body thing, it is also a mind thing, and all that. Yes, folks, you were right. (Finally, I am coming to the point) Mind plays tricks. No, not the maaya theory. Even better. 

PARATOXIC DISTORTION – where by one develops strange perceptions about others based on fantasy. In fact this skewed perception is the basis of the horrendous chemicals’ kuthu dance. This eventually leads us into parallel stereotyping of people in our subconscious mind even as we are looking at them. If the general definition of ‘instincts’ are anything to go by, our brain acts like a magician and pulls out a stereotyped rabbit from similar other pre-classified rabbits. 

Stretch this theory a bit more - this is why most of the pro-love cum pro-kabi kushi kabhi gam mob secretly hope to fall in love with partners who belong to the same caste, religion as theirs. Why go so far, this is why class mates and close friends fall in love easily. There is a certain amount of familiarity and cozy stereotyping coupled with paratoxic distortion which makes us come out with terms such as “perfect couple,” “soul mates” etc. And, orthodox lot, this is why arranged marriages work. (and fail miserably, in some cases) Of course there are exceptions. You see some minds are willing to break the grounds of the known. Adventurous love, indeed.

So, what was the eureka about? Well, I have just justified the cause of certain jerkiness and laziness in the name of love. Peace.