Love Lost

 The songs of the yesteryears were gems. That is a truism. Why was that so? Undoubtedly, the singers were superb. Music directors were magicians. The lyricists were masters. Performing them on the screen were talented actors open to every nuance and shade of meaning. For sure.

These age old wonders continue to resonate even today. Decades and generations later. Why? The actual reason is that the feelings, ideas, concepts they enshrined were genuine.

Let us take the example of Love. What is Love today? Lost! Just look at the lyrics, if they can at times be so called. As shallow as the actual concept in  reality. That exactly is the problem. 

Art, remember, Plato said, is twice removed from reality. I suppose that suits the depiction of love in films today, if it could be so called at all. May be, because Love is lost in the real world today, a fact faithfully reflected in the tinsel songs, if they, too, can be so termed at all!

Can love be merely lust? Can love be vindictive harassment? Can love be declared to the whole world, without letting the 'object' (the very concept is as ridiculous as people who have such feelings!) thereof know? Such so-called Love is nothing but a pitiful attempt to hide one's multiple inadequacies behind a smoke screen. But why bother in the process a person who does not even belong to your creed in any sense of the term?

Or it could be an attempt to divert attention from the lover's (ha!) personal and/or familial dirty and scandalous life full of ugly  secrets. Actually, such 'love' has to be the product of an empty, vacuous brain that has nothing else to do. An empty mind and a jobless life ARE the devils that can shame any Satan. It can be mere jealousy and sheer viciousness, too, but surely NOT Love.

 Surely,  it can not be love when you pay gangsters piddly little amount of money or supply them   swigs of hard liquor so as to harass an innocent person, to spread silly, vicious rumours about her because the  jealous person you have coupled with is quite a character, and wants a sadistic kick, much stronger than all 'substance' put  together  by harassing an innocent person This wickedness, truly cheap because it is not even openly stated, has to be the exact acronym of that great feel, love. In fact, even hatred would also ashamed to be thus manifested!

As such, such is the reality, with honourable exceptions that prove the general rule, no wonder, shallow shadows thereof would haunt the reel versions of such poor reality. From an empty well, how to draw water, right? No wonder, love today in real and hence in reel life is the tale told by idiots, full of sound and stories, signifying nothing indeed. Love laboured and lost for sure!

Pratima@ why be cheap and mean, and call one's viciousness love!?!