!!No offense Guys!!

Is love a myth or a reality? Sometimes I wonder if it is just a realm that is touched just to experience the divinity and peril that love can cast on a soul! When we read the likes of Barbara Delinsky, Danielle Steel, Nora Roberts, Stephanie Meyer, we tend to imagine a knight in the shining armour, ready to do anything for his girl, which requires a certain amount of independence and clarity of thought and sure footedness. But, we are brought up in a culture where we are told to consider the societal aspects of life, to cater for family needs and then, if there is a semblance of energy left, to cater for one's own need. (Sounds like Shahrukh Khan's dialogue in Chak de, right??).

But, then there is a change in the trend in that, now one is concerned of 'self' more than anything. And then, there is one generation that still thinks of society, family and self. What happens when these two generations collide in love? Now, love does not have a thought, it does not happen thinking the pros and cons of a relation. It just happens and then time will take a toll on it and then, the thoughts of compatibility, of the families involved, of the upbringing, etc pop in. How will one react to these? Where does one decide to put a stop to the relation that seemingly is taking a toll on the personality? When does the concept of love end and when does the concept of commitment come in? Why do people chicken out when it comes to commitment? What is commitment all about? There is a certain trend which believes in the concept of being together and as long as there is no third person involved in that relation, they are together. The concept of marriage in those relations is elusive. Now, what will actually happen when one of the partner wants to settle down in life seriously, than an occasional romance on a dance floor? Will the commitment on a different level create havoc in the relation that has withstood the test of time?

Mapping love from the novels to real life is not only hazardous, but also lethal. Love in novels is born out of a never ending passion left in the hearts of the lovers, that passion which is seldom sustained as the love blooms. The novels portray the lover to be a macho, forever caring, tender, loving, adorable, Mr Know all, Mr.Perfect, Mr. Romantic, Mr. Know how to please my girl, over bearing, decisive, Mr.cool, Mr.Incharge of life, the one who knows the right words to say at the right time, empathetic and concerned, a typical Mr.Greek God. Though in reality, it is impossible to find these knights in shining armours, let alone the common men. So, the sense of confusion about the impending doom in love is only natural, to think of the lover as Mr or Miss Perfect, when in reality they are anything but that.

With all these confusions, how can one understand love? Whether it exists or it is a myth? Whether there is something like a perfect match and perfect partner? Mr.Perfect cannot be possible, just like Miss Perfect is impossible, but then, there should be some balance in the reality of life and myth of the novel. And sometimes fiction borders reality, just like reality hovers over fiction.

No offense to any guys and girls out there or to any lovers who believe in the beauty of love? just the random rumble in the head that needs some venting out :)?.