first love…guy view (third person)

First love!!! Ahhh… what a feeling!! what an emotion!! what a power!! It is something that people have tried to define for centuries, and yet it’s definition remains as elusive as it was when the first poet sat down to describe what he felt about his beloved.
Its a beautiful friday morning in greater noida… as beautiful as they get here. I am writing this blog on suggestion of one of my  good friends, who recently has taken into an unfounded belief about my blogging skills. And i sit infront of my pc, in a mood that i don’t know how to describe, other than in most beautiful words of william wordsworth:

In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mind

Love, is a power, a force, and having been a student of physics i know that love should bring changes. Shakespeare has said!!

Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove

So love is something exalted, pure, saviour of your soul. LOVE IS ….. CRAP!!!!

I personally have seen a lot of love relations, mainly from guy’s eyes, as, let’s face it, i am not the type that girls would wanna be friends with, or who would even try to make friends for no reason. I have seen lives being altered by love. And not in the good way. Maybe shakespeare was right when he said love needs no alterations, but common dude!! that was 400 years ago. People don’t even wear shirts without altering it. All of my friends who have been in love, whether they are still in a relationship or not, they have changed. These changes are gradual, but permanent. Let us look into it walking the same road…

Nobody, knows why we fall in love. But the point is established, WE FALL!! A guy maybe friend with the girl, or maybe he just eyed her while walking down the pavement, but when calamity strikes, he falls. He is suddenly more aware of his looks than he ever was, thus leaving a poor mother wondering how the hell her beloved son is suddenly hell-bent on taking showers twice a day, joining a gym, and the latest trend…. using creams and lotions that he hitherto condemned for being girly, or metrosexual. But it happens, guys get rid of the wardrobe they had hand-picked with care(Yeah gals!!! even we are serious about what we wear, even though your eyes cannot see beyond the smartness of a guy into the purity of his soul).

The next thing that happens, is that he becomes creepy…. well atleast for his friends, who are usually met with the first real challenge that friendship offers them. Suddenly the happy-go-lucky guy, who doesn’t give a damn about anything becomes serious about things like

grades (friends go haha!! for a few times before they start to get the gravity of the situation),

neatness (but dude!! you bathed last week. What’s wrong, your deo ran out?),

abstract topics like, responsibility, expectations, love of parents (oh god!! what will he talk about next, future?? )

starts to like chick flicks ( a walk to remember, notebook…… omg!! is he gay? I should have bought a taser when there was time)

gets sullen, moody, depressed ( dude, what’s wrong with you?? oh please not that sigh again, just tell me you are undergoing periods… i’ll understand)

hairstyle, paunch, underam hair…. the list goes on.

It is at this time that friends start to get, that their friend is in love. They talk to him, give suggestions  (oh yes, you never know your friends had so much depth of character, or that they even possessed a personality, until they start telling you about love).  A guy listens to all suggestions, gives a good thought to all broken hearts and broken people around him, looks at the expectant faces of his parents, feels he will be cheating with them, looks at the bleak aspects he has in future, and after weeks of mulling over how it would be a bad prospect to even hit that girl, goes and proposes her. That is when the journey begins, or for lack of better words.. shit hits the fan.

(to be continued….)