Cow dung is BullShi#, so is Love!

                                                                    When two people are in love, they talk to each other all the time, they give that one person all the chocolates and affection in the whole world, shower them with flowers, care and more. Actually they meditate and devote on their object of desire and passion, their spouse. But what happens when the love turns sour? Reactions and repercussions vary accordingly. The average woman with the social boundaries has a very little side to explore post break-up, so what she does is that she focuses on her family and career. This is why our exes always get more marks than us brother and the same reason why we always report to them for work. Meanwhile, the masculine gender has developed a few unwritten protocols for post break-up which is Drink, smoke, grow beard (nice and long, nothing fancy here) and repeat the same until you either get cancer, skin disease or someone else to break up with.

                                                                    When we men are in love, our thoughts are channelized to that one girl we dream about and when the girl is gone, the channel gets lost with her. So with no one around to monitor the alcohol and smoke levels, we merrily get into wrong ways. With cheap beer and bad company always around we get addicted to it and flash forward a few years, the best part of our life is pissed off. Brothers, unlike us, there are a few men who have passed this tough time without c2h5oh , co etc. What they manage to do is that they channelize the same love and passion to another object of interest (NO,not another girl) but still manage to never forget their love, Saw Rockstar movie? Saada haq! Notice the passion and pain that explodes because of that failed relationship. That’s love. I bloody know that she’s gone but nothing else in the world is like her, a real lover will say and I rather agree. You know why? It is because the magic will be less with every second time you fall in love. The sooner we realize, the better it is.   

                                                              

                                   Ask any painter about his favorite piece of art and more often than not you will chance upon the portrait of a girl walking down a flower filled street with a bleeding heart in her hand. Art is like that, like the first love, like the first kiss, vulnerable yet intense. That vulnerability is what that separates a good piece of art from a masterpiece. We men are vulnerable only when we are with our women. The guy who said “Behind every successful man, there is a woman” did not get that too much wrongly.

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