Love is patient, Love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices in the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.
Love. It’s a simple but overused word. “I love you”. The word doesn’t mean much anymore, not to most. Some people scoff at it. We throw it around like a used shirt, wearing it because it’s comfortable, safe, and secure, but never truly understanding why we have it. We lend it out, forget about it, and years later, we think, “Hey, I really liked that shirt.” Read the rest of this entry
“Hearts can be inaugurated only once. The red ribbon that opens them is called first love. To be the Chief Guest is destiny.” – Alok Rodinhood Kejriwal
Nowadays I start thinking over the topic, and the header is already decided from before. Nowadays, I am writing what people on the other side want to read. This topic was given to me by Indrajeet Banerjee.
The first thought that struck was Farhan Akhtar’s dialog from Zindagi Na Milegi Dobara, “Itihas ke panno pe likha hoga, ki mera pehla pyaar tum ho” The second thought that struck was the significance of being first from Virus’ speech in 3 idiots. But wait a moment, we do remember our second love, just that the first one finds its own little space in the heart.
Not only in the respective heart, but for others too! Do you remember the second love of Romeo? Chill, he did not have one. But even if he had, Juliet was the main impact maker because she was the first.
So what’s so special about the First love? Answer: Everything. A new sensation sets in. Something that never has happened before. The first time somebody has tickled your heart. The first time your beats beat to the tune, dedicated to someone special. The first time you couldn’t just remove that picture from your mind. Yes, also the first time when you’ve thought all the 24X7 hours, thought about the someone special.
As I said, the pictures imbibed, its embedded and it doesn’t let you concentrate. All the sleep’s gone. Started to dream with eyes open. The world has changed. Colorful world. Everybody’s so happy.
Yes, such is the impact that First Love makes. This has never happened to you before. You just hope this happens everyday. Its very natural for we human beings, to remember the first time of every activity, but Love just justified why it deserves to be remembered.
So getting back to the impact. (Bollywood Style this time) Its spring time for you, may the whole world frost in winter or swim through the floods of monsoon. You’ve just been struck by the cupid’s arrow. You jump to the bed, all that is in front is your first love. One moment you feel you are hallucinating, the next moment you know, “You’re in love” 😀
Ok, come back to reality. You may take a time out. Minimize the window, listen to MP3 – Mera Pehla Pehla Pyaar. And come back. Picture abhi baaki hain mere dost! 🙂
First love is not only about the new sensation. The pain of separation is equally countering. You feel like the world has ended. You wet your bed, your pillow. You are completely broken down. Life’s not worth living, but as they say, hearts a elastic. It quickly heals itself, and there is your heart again. Just that the joys and the pain stay back, memories stay along. They reside in your heart forever.
Still to conclude, Being someone’s first love is good, but being their last is beyond perfect. 🙂
During my childhood, there was a very peculiar thing that my mother ran all over my body. When I turned seven, yes, on the morning of my birthday, I was chased by my grandmother with a “Nariyal Tel Bottle” in her hand. Obviously I don’t remember what she was saying, but she meant that I would look “Sundar” if I apply that on my hair. I don’t apply any oil on my hair now. Who will want to waste 10 minutes of his morning to apply oil which in turn ‘fevicols’ your hair!
But, I do love my shampoo that gives my hair a tender touch. Its a true fact, I like to cuddle my hair very much. The topic for this blog, has been so very rightly put. Love is indeed a two way street especially when you talk about your love for your hair. See that big animal, Yeti, he who never cuts his hair and in turn his hair protects him from cold. See that human being, who goes to the salon every 30 days and ends up being bald at the age of 40 now.
1) I know it was my misconception, but to me the oil was my enemy, and thus, I never let it come near me.
2) Monday-Friday the same story everyday. Mommy keeps saying, that I am getting late to school but I cannot, just cannot get out of the bathroom without flirting with my hair with a shampoo. 😀 May the bus leave, but I cannot leave without this.
3) Keep excusing myself in front of my papa who keeps telling me to cut my hair. Ultimately, I do feel bad when the barber harshly harms them at the swish-slash of his scissors.
4) I wear a cap always when I got out in sun, just to ensure that my hair doesn’t suffer in the heat.
Love thy Hair! 😀