First Expression

Finally I thought of giving it a go – expressing myself. And first thing I want to tackle is the persistent question of my friends about the word on the right side of the Orkut profile prompt ‘Passion’. My first submission is ‘Love’.

"How can ‘Love’ be somebody’s passion? Yaar, kuchh bhi likh deti ho!"

Well, Is it so? In any case, was there any rule anywhere in this site about not writing ‘Kuchh bhi’! I suppose each one is out there expressing her/himself – trying to be as individual as one can in the milieu of the profiles. But I am here to explain and not take refuse in counter questions. So let me try.

What is Passion? Go by dictionary and it will say –very strong emotion, an intense enthusiasm for something. Yes it also talks about intense sexual love. But let’s go by the context. When you say your passion is Literature or rugby or scuba diving or what ever ... what do you mean? You feel strongly for it and have intense enthusiasm for it. If your passion is cricket, you play it, you watch it, you read about it, you gather more information about it, you discuss it, you get charged by the mention of it, you do things for promotion of it etc, etc.

So do I – I feel strongly for this word ‘Love’, I read about it, try to understand various facets of it, I like to talk about it, I get charged by the subject and yes I do whatever I can to promote and spread love around.

Generally when we think of Love – the mind conjures up the images of man, woman, romance, sex.. Yes, all these words are integral part of love. But is that all? When I understand cricket I limit myself to words like a bat, a ball and some players. But is that all to somebody whose passion is cricket?

This very question – ‘Is that all?’ is the beginning of the passion – you go beyond the general, the basic, and this journey beyond basic is full of enthusiasm, emotions and you get a kick out of it.

I feel this way about the word Love. For me love is all encompassing and a vast subject and I am enthralled by all its aspects – at least by whatever I have come to know and understand.
When my mother says that she went through an intense labour pain for eighteen hours before I was delivered – I just marvel at the love which brought me into this world! Eighteen hours of intense pain somebody endures and no complain against the cause of it! We all have inflicted this pain to our mothers and what we get in return is a feeling which takes away all insecurities of us as new born.

And that is Love! All of us who have mother have experienced this Love and can recollect countless manifestations of this Love. Don’t we?

Please do that on this Mother’s Day. And let me think what I will write next.