A Genre turn!

So what’s going around me?  Not much of novel union and railway budget, With Germany and Argentina ‘s jersey’d Lads going to be under billion eyes round the world (Which includes the FANATIC  stalkers of football who were born only after the inception of this Brazil WC), Five long test series of India against its former colonist, with Indian players who are there in England has time enough to marry a girl and send their kids to Cambridge, Negative exponential Monsoons as year passes?  With the peck of the beak on the ice, Am I with a weirdest thought of re-searching about passion of the Non- Indian romance, Particularly Western?  Yeah, I am!

I don’t know if it’s ‘Castle’ effect (Oh no! no, I shouldn’t think about her when I write a blog, Beckett! I owe you my love:*  :* ) or James Patterson or Gentle drizzle on me that makes me to sit after many days to open up the re-search which I was planning so long.

In India you can easily immaculate your love by saying it is never trampled like the American ones, So that you can walk on your next love lane guilty-less. You can always put the whole emotional degeneration on the unruly Americans (Of course they are unruly ) whenever you are on a stage or off stage or trying to show off. You can profane them, about their number of ex (Always I know few are envious about that) their dating style and other bla bla bla’s. But there is truth which lay far away in the land between pacific sun bath’s and Caribbean Shrimp boats.

Every aunt and uncle I know who has their son/daughter in early twenties will definitely say this for sure “ Ipo ulla pasanglam Hollywood (they mean western culture through this word, here Hollywood acts as ‘aagupeyar’ according to thol-kappiyam) ah paathu romba ketu poita”.

My dear amigos of ‘charged teens and who are in trying-to-be-responsible-twenties’ please tell me with truth in your tongue that we admire them without any pump in heart experience?

Okay let me come to my research, what is love to them? Isn’t silly asking so but there is always a difference when love travels across continents and cultures though it has its basic essence struck up with it. Love for them is eternal; Love for them is out of heart which means they will go through a series of dates before they confirm their love of life. For them date is just another word like “I had a coffee in the morning” but Love is something which is very serious to them .We Indians assume that it-is- love before we start going for a date.

For sure James Patterson’s had penetrated deep into my grey cells otherwise I wouldn't be sitting on a cool Sunday night to write, I would have been into my REM sleep otherwise.His work on “Sam’s letters to Jennifer” might not be a master piece but it sure had delivered what it actually meant for.

The perception of Indian teens on romance is “It is defined or should not be defined phenomenon between two persons of opposite sex for same or near to same age group”. From what I read and learnt Americans has vivid idea of what is romance. They don’t limit themselves. They kind of spread their wings into the air, Where ever they get a fresh and strong air which is enough to hold their wings from beneath and make them fly!

Would Indian grandmas tell their love lives to their grandchildren? They make the same kind of errors generation after generation. They fear to talk about love in families. The fact is that they would have experienced that love at-least once in their life time, All Human who has some component under their cranium would have rushed with no-sense-making hormones for sure but they are so trained to suppress their thoughts and emotions

This is typical Indian love story.

But American or European or Latin-American stories are different. They are taught to express themselves. They never suppress their emotions or feelings (One can witness that in Air-ports or Bus-stations or Roads, Where ever. When they meet a matching frequency of their hearts they rush and hug and you fill the rest). This is their style. The only problems which the family faces are how to choose right things for their heart.

You might feel Mr.Bagat’s love lanes are very good love tales but there is lot more than that.

One cannot simply pour out so much of romantic kind-love (Of course there are different kinds) on a person, who just popped in your life when you went to visit your bed-ridden grand ma, The point you should be highlighted is you find him struggling from rarest kind of cancer who has a bleak chance of survival.

Similar kind of stories occurs in India but the difference is you cannot imagine a situation when your grandmother is in bed struggling for life and you falling in love of your life. It’s not considered wrong. Even when the on-the-bed grandma knows about it, she will feel proud not betrayed.

Indian parents have unique way of raising their children, No harm in that. In fact their care is un-match able but they need to learn or update few methods too. World is not too big anymore. World is never going to be mixed with good and bad. It’s going to immaculate good or immaculate bad. Why on the holy moon that it should be dumped with pure bad then?. Indians are still Indians because of the love of parents for their kids and respect of kids on their parents, This will never change.

I don’t say all American methods are the best. But I do say there are few best methods that we should get our nose into.

This might be the most sensible topic I have ever touched but it is the most wanted topic of my mind, so it insisted me to write on it.

Love is symbol of falling-dream for the lovers and symbol of betrayal for family, in Bharat!