Horny for Love

At the age of 21 it seemed to Riya , that everyone seemed to be obsessed with this weird, constantly differing and evolving vague idea of love. She caught herself thinking about it constantly. The time she was in a relationship she thought about it. At times bored, sometimes ecstatic and others indifferent. It bothered her then that she wasn’t constantly and perennially in love, that she even got a chance to feel boredom and indifference.

The times she was single it plagued her even more. She dreamed of love in all its imaginary forms. She fantasized of finding it with funny and weird people. She found herself weaving increasingly absurd stories around people she didn’t know. The only common factor in all her stories was that she was in love. She always wanted to feel it, breathe it and wanted her life to revolve around it. When she spoke to her friends also that was their only topic of discussion. An existing relationship when it did, and the lack of one when it didn’t. It just took over their lives and swept them into its crux. Love was the one mystical and beautiful thing that they wall wanted and ran after. They craved for it like it was a drug. It was a commonly known fact that as 21 year old’s they were all horny and craved for sex. . as they all said that once they had experienced the high that sex gave them, they wanted it all the time. It didn’t matter if they were in a relationship or not they managed to get sex.

But what she discovered was that under this mad craving for sex was an even acute craving for love. Everyone she knew wanted it, expected it and longed for it. None of them knew what ‘it’ was. It was the elusive thing that they all wanted in life. They all joked about getting married to people who were rich but all they really wanted was someone to love them.  At times it was quite illogical. Girls took back cheating boyfriends because they believed the guy loved them. Guys put up with crazy girlfriends because in spite of their faults the girl loved them. Everyone said that sex and money made the world go around. What really made the world go around was this ‘want for love’. This search which everyone seemed to have embarked on. All of them wanted this one thing. The entire generation seemed to be united in this quest for eternal love.

It was the one thing they wrote about in books, poems and portrayed in movies. Nicholas sparks and others had created this wonderful idea of eternal love. Everyone was looking for this thing which just happened to be a figment of an author’s/poet’s/director’s imagination. The movies poems and books had given an impression of this word0 and everyone was now looking for it in real life. No one really realized one little hitch that books, movies and poems were not real, hence the thing they spoke about was maybe not real. Not realizing that love was something else. It was not a need or craving to be with someone else. It was the want to be with that person in spite of the differences, difficult times and faults of the other person. It was acceptance of oneself and the other. Love was not actually what it was like in fiction. One had to find their own definition of love and look for that.

But like this generation was lost in most matters of life, they were lost here too. They were not really looking for true love, they were just horny for their idea of love and just like a really horny person, they would ‘do’ anything that vaguely resembled it.

 

VEE

(i had written this ages ago and just remembered it today, so here it is )

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2 responses to “Horny for Love

  1. Nice read and very much true! Loved it. 🙂

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