Addicted to Love...

All those who have been acquainted with my writings will agree that I write impersonally, even about the most personal things. Not a good thing to do, at my age I guess. Or maybe it’s just a sign of a philosopher in the making. Whatever…

Well, I had always believed that I would be in love with Meg Ryan till the end of my days. Why so? I don’t know. Somehow she (or the characters that she portrayed) managed to kindle the romantic in me – in a subtly different manner with each of her movies. The way she looks and feels when hopelessly in love (Sleepless in Seattle, You’ve Got Mail or City of angels and many more...) brought to fore the hopeless romantic in me (pardon for the repetition of “less hope” or “romance” but I can’t find another word for it). The character she plays in City of Angles – Dr. Magi Rice happens to be my dream woman. That I am “hopelessly” in love with a doctor for god knows how many years is not just a coincidence I guess. Or was it the other way round?

I don’t think there ever was a guy who has not fallen in love with Meg Ryan. Her feminism, her smile, her laughter, her tears, her fears, just about everything makes you want to kiss her, hold her, be by her side all your life. Guess what; I have fallen in love with her even when she played a spying tomboy in Addicted to Love (that I chose this title is a tribute to her). She is the woman you fall in love with once and stay that way all your life. She is the woman you want to come home to every day. I guess that’s all I can write about love without getting sick.

Well that is not the end of the story, if ever there was one. All was going well with my romance with Meg Ryan (how imaginative, me in wonderland I suppose) till I watched a few movies of Meryl Streep. Inarguably the best actress of her time, still she never kindled in me any romantic fantasy. Neither did I swoon over her smile or laughter or anything. But she IS perfect; perfect in every sense that can be. She is the woman you can ADORE and ADMIRE. She is the woman who will be your strength, not weakness. She is the woman who you want as your best friend. She is the woman you want to grow old with. She is the woman you want to wake up every day with… Every Day…

Does this mean I am in love with two fantastic women at the same time? Am I allowed this?

Or is it three?

3 comments:

LilOne said...

its different yes, but essentially talks about the same thing which has always bothered you: love :P

call it a co-incidence or whatever, yest. a friend of mine and me, we had a long long chat. and she said something, which was a very excellent metaphor.

she is a bengali. bengalis' staple diet is rice and fish, very simplistically said. there are two kinds of fish that bengalis eat, the inexpensive ruhi and the more expensive hilsa. now, if hilsa preparation and garnishments are also very exotic and heavy: malai and coconut. ruhi is prepared, on the other in a very simple fashion. now if a person is to eat hilsa everyday, he will have a terrible stomach upset and also there will operate the law of diminishing returns. therefore what becomes part of the staple diet: ruhi.

the analogy which she drew: just like ruhi and hilsa, there will be people in your life. some who are abosutely so fantabulous that you KNOW that with them around, you are going to have a ball of a time. the best moments of your life. but that perhaps is going to be it: best moments. not a lifetime. there will be some other people, who might not sweep you off your feet, but will be there always. which will become your staple diet.

the choice, as she put it, is between choosing what makes you happy albeit momentarily and something which is good for you. what makes you 'happy' might not always be good for you.

i thought and thought and realised, she was right. :)

The Lone Musketeer said...

hey even i had a huge crush on sonali bendre once (after the hum saath saath hai movie, yeah thats right, indian girl fetish) and that stayed for quite some time... never really gave a thought to it, at least not deep enough for a page long blog post, but i did feel then, and have felt a few times more, the just-right combo that tingles me deep within, at a spot that is hard for any other feeling to hit at.

as for as my ruhi and hilsa, lifes not like that u know. u cant always work-cheat-snatch-kill enough to get the hilsa even for moments, not to say at all that i hate my ruhi, but lifes not always about choosing. so to look at it in the analogous (ismorphic, to be mathematically correct) space, not everyone might want to be a 'bengali' for that matter, you would not have to think too hard to recall a few faces who would have liked more to be served with idli and sambhar vadas rather than ruhi and rice... ok i'm kind of confused now

but cool enough, i would anyways and anytime join the hopeless romantic club and would like to wait, till eternity, for my sonali bendre/meg ryan/elisha cuthbert/cameroon diaz/vidya balan/konkana sen/liza rey...ahhem...guess i went a little overboard here...

PAL said...

@neha... what i say is not about exotic cuisines or staple diet. What i mean to say is that there are two types of women in this world - ones which you want to care for and the others who you want to be taken care by. This is a generic discription and not to be taken seriously.
Anyways... .. ditch i cant explain more

@grv dude.. ban jaa romantic... even if you dont find your sonali.. i mean to say dont wait for a sonali to become a hopeless romantic. The rain will bring greater pleasure...