Naah this is not a review of that crappy movie. Actually the movie was good enough, but was eerily similar to my life story so I chose to not like it. I've been wanting to write about this for quite sometime now. Although I had sworn to myself to never write about love again, today I feel like it.
I spent almost all of my college life being in a relationship, like most of us do. It gives a weird thrill and honestly it is an 'in' thing during college life. What happens after that nobody really cares. But that love was the best phase of life. Juvenile maybe, but it was beautiful. Bunking classes to meet, stolen kisses, careless whispers and what not. Sigh, that was life. That was love.
But look at what has happened to love now. People now seem to make a mockery out of it. Infidelity, affairs, friends with benefits, open relationships, casual dating and flings seem to rule and work. The way my relationship ended turned me into a commitment phobe. Its always nice to have someone around but the minute it tends to get serious I choose to run away. Its sad but that's me. They say that most of us are victims of situations and as it turns out, I'm one too.
There is no harm in getting into a casual relationship provided both of them are aware of it. I have nothing against flings or friends with benefits, provided it is with one person at a time and both are aware as to what is happening. Its easy to get involved in this day and age, but somewhere lines need to be drawn. Love now is not about chocolates and flowers, its about dating first to see if things work out and then going ahead with a relationship. In a weird way it seems to make sense to me. No point in giving friendship a different name and destroying the very root when things don't work out. Practicality as it is called. It is foolish in some way taking the beauty out of love, but honestly I don't feel that the 'butterflies in stomach' type of love exists anymore. Rather, we don't let it exist.
I have seen married people sleep around with colleagues and I do have friends who have been a part of many one night stands but care two hoots about it. For them life is all about being happy and staying happy irrespective of whether it is with one person or more. They seem happy so I don't question it. Nor do I want to judge them. Its their life and they chose to live it that way. Good for them.
I have always lived life on my terms. It may be wrong, but if I feel that it is alright I go ahead with it. After mourning for about three years, love now seems like an alien concept to me. Trust, compatibility and mutual respect don't seem to matter anymore. Its all about having fun now for however long it lasts. Nobody has to get hurt. Its liberating to not get emotionally involved with someone I'm sure, but the question is for how long is that going to last?