That funny thing called Love

What eet ees?
Diagonised by Adam and Eve, it was/is found to be one of the most dangerous thing to be caught on. Extremely contagious than madras eye. Cos even madras eye needs some prolonged stares, while love at even the slightest glance of the opposite sex, sends electrical circuits, goosebumps and sets off complicated chemical reactions. All this at first sight. *sigh*
With repeated meetings, a certain butterfly starts fluttering wildly in the stomach stimulating high blood pressures, a flurried hour everyday morning trying to look good and attempts at looking oh-so-cool-i-never-get-tensed in front of the afore mentioned opp sex while feeling otherwise.
Further followed by stammering and stuttering of speech called the 'kekalama/kekkakoodadha' syndrome. One can discover quite a number of monosyllables during this period, some are even accepted by scrabble.
Course, after this there are only two stages like cricket. You are either in or out. If you are out, the next batsman enters and tries his hand at the scores. Either ways all of em are bowled over.
A person passing this stage can be named Incurable=Hopeless= *tsk* *tsk*. God save the King and him/her. Because this is when we see the extremeties. Going going gone. Poyepochu.

Dum dara dum dara mast mast dara dum dara dum dara mast mast dara dum dara dum dum...

And entertainment starts for us. They dont need any FarhaKhan or Michael Jackson. They dont need PrabhuDeva, just hide behind any curtain or door, they will do moonwalk and somersaults in the air. And they dont need TR's too, cos all their lines would rhyme and have a ringtone to it. Look at their face and you will catch that stupid smile and a faraway look. You can actually get a laugh for the worst of PJ's. More dreamy looks, more silly smiles. To catch their attention, the wonly way is to mention their louly lovers name at the start and the end of the sentence. Like in war they said, *Roger* Situation Terminated*Roger/Over* or whatever.. No wonder they said, all is fair in love and war.
And ofcourse, our own indian cinema has dissected, scrutinised and xrayed all dimensions for the most obvious symptoms. Hungry but no eatings, Drowsy but no sleepings, and more such.
Then starts late night phone conversations. Inflation goes up. So does phone bills. Top up cards, Unlimited sms and dedicating caller tunes.. no wonder our countries economy (n these lover's father who pays for the bills) are booming.
And secret meetings. This is when, poor creatures like me are resorted to. 'I'm supposed to be with you, but X and myself are going to that movie you recommended and then we are going to dinner to that restaurant you mentioned. Dont call my place, ok?'*Ahem* Thankyou peoples to be of service for your vandavalams and thandavalams :)

These people are not rude. Cant you see, they cant help it. They are just madly deeply in love.

No, love, doesnt stop with one yellow and pink flower being shaken in front of screen, or naked models/painting from closeup to blur, or one umbrella being opened and hiding the lovers..
Its a mega serial, serial killer at that, it strikes one and all. Sending feverish shivers and tinglings and chills in the hottest summers and rising to uncountable high temperatures and pressures and with never-ending dreams and thoughts about the other half.

And the most wonderful thing about this disease, is experiencing it.

This post is a dedication to all the couples I know n love, Shaffu n Fur, Swe n Vj, San n Apar(who confessed recently!), Pre n Vin, Bhu n Yog, Raji n Sak, Go n Anu, Pap n Jaya,

.. hope there is never a fullstop.

One addiction that I definitely recommend :)

Dum dara dum dara mast mast dara dum dara dum dara mast mast dara dum dara dum dum dum tere bin kya jeena.
Tere bina beswaadi beswaadi raathiya..o sajna!