Love...

"love me kuch bhi likh sakte hai... thodi pyar ki baate... jo b dil se nikalta hai.... ek kavita likh sakte hai, ek shayari likh sakte hai... itne saari love stories me movie ban rahi hai to ek blog kyu nahi ban sakta..." This was chinu's reply when I asked him what to write on love (btw, chinu is my present rumie). Believe me, he took longer time to say it - the "..."s tried to show it a bit.

Whenever the word 'love' comes into any discussion, most of us are clueless. We simply try to translate the heart's language into our's. Undoubtedly, the responder himself is not satisfied with the brief description of the most widespread word.

Once I was watching a cricket match. Suddenly, one of my friends came and asked me - "Yaar, love ka definition batao to jara". I repled, "Love is undefined, baaki match k baad" But during the rest of the match I thought, why is love undefined? Why can't we define it using such a large database of so many different languages? Why can't we add up all the words like care, respect, trust and many more to define one word.

Well, the reason is - Love is a word in itself, it cant be replaced by any other word or word combination. Mathematically, it can't be represented as a linear combination of words (ofcourse, except the corresponding word in other languages). Love is a kind of feeling which can only be expressed by highly encoded mental analog signals.

"Pyar k liye to hum apni jaan bhi de sakte hain" - It's a normal line of all the 'aashiques'. Whenever I hear that, I can just think of a large smile. Is it so? If it is, then why does it change when it comes to real life implementation? Why are there so many divorces taing place nowadays? The answer lies in the difference between love and true love. A person saying the above sentence thinks that he is in true love. Whether it is true or not has to be left for the time to prove.

When it comes to true love, true enhances the so called definition. But the difference can only be felt through time. It may take a few hours or a few years to know whether a love is true or not.

Letme now try to define love. Remember, even after I complete this blog, I will have points in my mind to enhance the definition(as mentioned earlier) coz true love doesn't need words, it can explain itself.

According to me, love means caring for someone selfishlessly, throughout our life without expecting anything in return. It's a feeling which is not felt manually but it comes automatically and it doesn't leave you even if you try your best.

As a mathematician, I'll define true love as a point in the infinity, which you know that it exist but you can never really reach there to catch it, you can never feel the exact feeling associated with it, you can only view it as a star and tell about its properties. As large numbers can just tend to infinity, love just tends to that ideal real love. There's no limit to it.

A few 'definitions' of love from various sources:

Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things; believes all things; hopes all things; endures all things.

Love is just a miserable lie - Morrissey

When we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness - and call it love - true love - Robert Fulghum

A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder - Ambrose Bierce

Love is a strong liking for someone. It's a strong passionate affection for another person.

Love is any of a number of emotions and experiences related to a sense of strong affection and attachment - Wikipedia

Real love isn't blind. It sees, sees everything but loves anyway.

True love is giving all you have to someone you know you're going to lose - Ray H Wall

Love gives us in a moment what we can hardly attain by effort after years of toil - Goethe

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination - Voltaire

For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

Love is when you look into someone's eyes and go all the way inside, to their soul and you both know... instantly - Angela Chase