My Love Stories

Am I ready to blog about a love story? I cannot be!

I don’t read books. I do not read stories. I rarely read magazines and newspapers. How can I write an interesting story?

What is a story?  Google terms it as a “narrative” or “recounting of a sequence of events”.  And a love story? Bring in some emotion to the story and it could read as “a love story”.

Let us see how I will fare in writing a love story.

Love is a very sensitive experience, a great feeling, it makes you feel very comfortable, radiant. And when you are experiencing it, it makes you do the unthinkable. It makes you very stubborn, very sensitive and very humane. You would do anything for your child in this world. That is the power of love. It even makes you want to die for the other person. I understand the feeling but sometimes I wonder, “Is death a solution?”

It is very difficult to comprehend love. I sometimes find it difficult to understand that a person who has so much love and attachment for their partner cannot understand the love and affection of their parents. I have seen people fight it out and succeed after about four or five years in convincing their parents and then getting married together.  I have seen couples leaving their parents altogether for ever and in a few cases for some time before both parties understand.

Times are changing. People today are more considerate to the feelings of their children and understand the change in society.

I once had an experience of a father coming to me to complain about a lecturer. During that time, the lecturer had taken long leave and was not in touch with her parents. She liked somebody and they were planning to get married. The boy’s parents were okay with it but the girl’s father was not. It so happened that the boy and the girl were cousins too. The father was very particular that I should not allow this to happen. In what capacity? As head of the institution, my job was only to ensure that the lecturer took her classes. It was none of my business to tell her how she should live her life. The parent was a very old person and would come every day to college in mid-summer afternoon and ask me to instil some sense into his daughter. I tried my best to make him see reason that she was only his child and make him understand that he should give in at his age. He wanted me to give his daughter’s degree certificates to him as she had studied with his money. Finally he gave up coming to the college and bothering me because he saw that I was in no mood to oblige him.

Another story. Two students of mine in their final year of post-graduation fell in love and wanted to get married. The girl’s father was dead against the match and wanted me to convince his daughter. How can you convince a person that what they are doing is not right? You can tell them about the advantages and disadvantages of getting married in spite of parental objection. Leave it to them to analyse the pros and cons and then hope for the best. I remember the girl being very adamant. I was constantly telling her and the boy too that they should first equip themselves properly to face life and take the right step at the appropriate time. This is what happened to another set of my students who were mature enough to finish their degrees, take their time, convince their parents and are happily married.

There was once a girl who went missing. The girl’s parents were very aghast and blamed a boy because they knew that the boy and the girl liked each other. The boy was a regular visitor to their house and they alleged that he had kidnapped her. On enquiry, it was observed that the girl had eloped with a friend of hers. Such stories are so difficult to believe and the scars they leave on all people concerned is something which should make anybody think twice before doing things that hurt others.

I hope that you all remember the complex equation in maths, a + ib where a is the real part and b the imaginary part. This story represents a complex equation and has both fiction and reality associated with it.

I actually wanted to write a love story. I knew that I was incapable of even writing a story, forget a love story, and then as I typed my note, I thought of recounting some real experiences with an imaginative description and here it is.