The Best Love Story
The best love stories have the biggest complications, and that is what makes them so endearing. They are made bigger by the fact that true love survives it all. That they are not just the inheritance of the Chopra's or Miramax Films. but more common, more everyday, more just-around-the-corner and yet elusive.
They haunt you even after the music has passed its crescendo and died, when you are scuttling out of the darkness, your fingers unconsciously hugging yourself, while the sweeper-boys wait in the aisles to clean up the litter you leave behind - popcorns, paper cups, some loose change, maybe more. What they cant collect are your bum-impressions on the velvet seats and the dark marks on the armrests where hushed tears were wiped. What you will overlook is the greatness of love, when it comes to facing its hurdles.
They linger after you have turned over the last page, exhaled that long drawn breath, run your fingers over the back cover and warmly pressed the spine in your palms. When the fresh smell of the print has faded, and the pages show edges roughened by passages read more than once. What those words can't articulate are the goosebumps on your skin, and the slight spilt second smiles that play truant on your lips while you live the saga within. What you can't collect is the pain that has to be paid as a price for every letter of the word romance.
They replay in your head after that story telling session is over and your friends then-excited voice has segued into the colorless hum of silence. When you can just close your eyes and recall every word as it was said, painting each vignette of the story in a different shade of love. What that evening will not contain are your sighs of yearned vicariousness, where you wanted to be the protagonist and just possess that story. What you will not remember is that those who lived to tell the tale sometimes do have a different version of their own.
Every story can be great, one has to be willing to pay the price, of living it for oneself, of facing the encumbrances and yet having the courage to hold on, while others will let go. To risk it all for one, the one that you are saving should be worth your everything. You can have that great love story. My question is, do you want one for yourself?
posted by AakASH!!! at 4:40 PM
34 Comments:
subjective.
For you it might be just a price. For me it might be a life long obligation.
i am so willing. and i love this post. as always. your words are so beautiful...seriously..you are the best ..
cheerrs!
i think its relative though till date all the "great" love stories usually end with death but as u said true love achieves (even if death or in after life) ...
dark humor, no?
What did you go see?
They only become stories when they come to an end .. otherwise they tend not to seem so great ey.
Willing to pay the price - of something that comes with no price tag? hmm could end up being the most expensive and extravagent buy of your life, especially if it chooses to take your life.
heck. why not?
have paid...willing to pay again...but what use is a great story in hand and nothing else?
@Anonymous: How can i deny that? Or even dare argue. Words will fail.
@The Rain Girl: Cheers to you too, and thank you for the great compliment. Believe me there is a solid reason for my attempts at humility.
@Da Gypsy: Then you do need to read some "great" love stories. Romeo & Juliet, Laila Majnun, were not the only ones. :-)
@San: Nothing. Its my head giving words to intangible reality. After you read it again, tell me what is it that you thought of?
@T: Create it.
@Mrinalini: The fact that YOU were a part of it? Remember the woodstock'69 memorablia saying. 'I was there'. Is that nothing else? :-)
and it took an uncluttered mind to truly appreciate this post.
I loved the way you have captured the lingering longings of love in the wake of the magic of great stories.
But, i wish you could have brought it into perspective through "a story".
~ rab ne bana di jodi ~ hmm?
@ Anki: Oh come on! Not RAB NE BANAA DI JODI!!!
Its more of a take on the subjectivity of love, and the romance thats always seen better when you are not involved in it. I know FireToAshes is all of stories, and i rarely ramble, but its a story about stories and its about love so here it is.
Maybe you might give credit to DDLJ with its Come Fall In Love. But its not the Chopras, it me. :)
The best love stories are not complicated at all. You know you want to be together - no matter what. What could be simpler?
@Aparna: :) May it always be that simple for you.
agreed. who ever said love is easy...
beautifully expressed!
"To risk it all for one, the one that you are saving should be worth your everything." What ONE? There IS only ONE! Where the separation?! Of course, the "separation" makes for lovely writing! Lovely writing as usual! - Blokes
@Khamakha: I just watched RNBDJ last night, your comment makes me remember Tani ji's observation. :)
@Blokes: Where have you been madam? And am glad you remembered this way!
As for the 'ONE', there is still some spacee left to arrive at that level of unity. Waqt lagega. :)
effort is futile. one just falls into it :). Always so.
and my question is why not???
:P
:-) I do... when and if I do meet the right one. :-)
Now dont ask me how I wud know when I do meet him... warna tussi kahoge Dil toh pagal hai effect hai.. ;-)
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HEY! The post is really well written.
Though I must say that I agree with Aparna.
The best love stories are simple.
They are narrated by two pairs of eyes locked onto each other; unflinching, honest and trusting, even in the midst of chaos. They are spelled out by words written on a sheet of paper, torn from a notebook by a young boy and tossed to his crush.
The best love stories are unwritten and unrecorded. A wounded soldier utters his sweetheart's name like a prayer unto his last breath. He whispers it with reverence as he traces the tilt of her lips in his mind, as he recalls her lilting voice and her fingers running through his hair. His lady sleeps on a warm bed with tears running down her face, and feels the searing pain of every wound inflicted on his body. She will stand tall at his graveside as they honour him, she will whisper his name on her deathbed as a tribute to him, even as her eyes convey her affection to her second husband.
The best love stories are not simple because they were unremarkable, they are simple because the two lovers did not claim to be extraordinary. They were just in love,........ain't that simple?
beautifully written!! loved it
last para humen bahot pasand aya...ap bahot acha likhte hain...
@t: Touche.
@humbl devil: So go to Maratha Mandir and watch DDLJ. :)
@Winged Fantasy: I just talked about DDLJ and now we are referring to DTPH.
@Learning to Fly: Here you have almost written a story to accompany my lengthy lecture. :D
And IF you can call YOUR story simple, then simple it is.
@Anonymous: Thank you.
@Anonymous: (i think you are not the same one as above), shukriya.
well,m d sm 1 as above.so shukriya or thx either wud do.humen angerzi ati hai!!! ;-p
@ Anonymous: Never meant that you do not know the language. I like responding to hindi in hindi. Apologies if it rubbed the wrong way.
I looked at the time difference between comments and decided otherwise.
i ws jst kiddin newayz jao maaf kiya...;-) w8in 4 ur nxt blog
People meet, fall in love, endue all the trauma, maybe get married, (and sometimes sadly, maybe not) and live happily ever after.
You should listen to my love story..
In my fairy tale every thing has been differently (i dare not use the word wrongly) arranged in the jig saw..
We met. Ok.
The we got married. There you go.
We have fallen in love.. Wallah...
And now we are waiting for that downhill thingy to happen...
Ha!
Go figure!
Only, love still stings hard... :)
Ashen
P.S: Disappeared you have. Breathing?
@ Ashen Glow: Yahin hain, just sitting still. And breathing as well.
As for tumhari kahaani, it had to be such, its yours afterall. :)
Hows the crab been?
Yeah yeah.. mauka mila nahi ki tang kheenchna shuru.
Sigh! Ab kahan se shuru karu? :) Life's been good. I've been pretty much 'welcomed' in the city of dreams... missing everything about the city which is always dreaming.
Everything's changing, Aakash. I feel as if the whole world is going round and round and i'm standng at its axis, gaping at it, dumbfound.
Except one thing... Im still waiting for the weekend when i can finish Shantaram.. I mean the book.;)
Umm.. And how do i interpret 'sitting still'? Hope you are fine. All's well na?
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lol taniji's observation. Btw i kinda like the concept of the movie:)
I just re-read ur post.
each word is so alive and near to truth..one of my fav write-ups on love indeed!
i think it's high time u wrote another piece!:)
the choice, the fire of the fighting to stay in against all obstacles, the 'you are mine'.
make the story yours.
Nothing should ever disqualify except the lack of a connection. :)
'those who lived to tell the tale sometimes do have a different version of their own'... and why not after all why give others the satisfaction of your pain when you can make them jealous of your happiness...
Loved your blog...living in the stories of others when your's doent seem perfect..
hope to see some more sooner than later.
and it's time we had something more.
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