Pondering on the many a stupid realities of life, I naturally stumbled upon love. Being a very strong supporter of the so called word - love, today my thoughts went a bit far, a bit further. I was thinking about the depth of love or the depth with which people love.
The first story, which came past, was that of a monkey mom and a baby. It was an experiment probably on animal psychology. The mom and the baby were placed in a glass cage and slowly water was let into it. The mother tried desperately to take care of its baby from the gushing waters. The water inched in bit by bit; she was holding her baby above her head, far from the waters reach. Perturbed mom started behaving strangely after a long time, all of a sudden she flings the baby sideways and stands on top of it as if the baby was a piece of stone. Nature had played its trick. Survival of mother was genetically more justifying for the transfer of genes from one generation to the next. Nature wanted mom to live.
Then my mind wandered into something called conditional love. I believe this is what we generally get to see around us. Being a witness to lifes various cycles, I have had my own role to play cupid or otherwise. I know a friend of mine, couple of years younger, lost her father, bubbling with energy, smart and loving. When I first came across her, she was looking for something all around. Not exactly in me, but from everything she sees around. With my limited maturity in life, all I could offer her was conditional love. Since then she has come so close and gone so far and further. Probably unconditional love would have made the difference. The best thing about the whole situation is she understands what I can provide. Today we are very close friends; I believe it will be that way for long.
There is another friend of mine, cute, sweet, charming, nice and sexy. She claims she is damaged beyond repair. She says she has burnt herself out. She feels the pain, the agony and the depression. Her mind floats all around. She doesnt know what is real and what is not. I wish I could tell her the story of Phoenix, as I know she is searching for answers. But are the places were she is looking out for help the right ones? She only knows not me.
I never really tried to explain to her that her present state as I feel is due to her own unconditional love. She believes in submitting herself to everything she does, from friends, to love, everything. Probably most girls around her age does the same, but somewhere down the lane they tend to be conditional. May be it was a mistake, an accident or a momentary flaw of the human heart against that of the mind. I believe it was total submission, submission to natures right and submission to human desires. Till now apparently everything is all right, the nature had played its part. The seeds are sown. Sun shines as it usually does and rains nurture it. One fine day realization dawns that there is life. Today Mother Earth has mixed emotions. She is happy with the feeling for life. But she foresees the immediate famines in the future, the fury of the sun and the torrential rains and the freezing winter. The sun threatens to vanish at night, the rain promises to nurture but with fits and fury and the winter always freezes.
The heat, the floods, the freezing feeling, pulls her down. She is sinking in her own weight, her own thoughts. She is no more thinking; she is floating, floating with the fury of the elements of life. She doesnt want to let go, because she feels the pain, she feels for her life. The seed had to.
Nature had played her trick again. The sunshine is brighter than usual; sometimes almost burning her out and always went missing at the nights. Rain pours to its own wits. The climate is colder. All together. How will mother earth survive? She knows soon it shall all be over, and but she worries are there others, she still feels life. But she has to realize that life and the other are the only two realities of Nature. But yes, there is future there is life. Because she in herself is life, she needs to nurture it, she needs to love it, and she needs to grow it in feasible conditions. Nature has its own cycles. I know she will be fruitful yet again, I know she will smile, but for now she has to cry. I know she will because she knows the depth of her love.
nature loves everything around her. But there are certain rules with which we play her games. She doesnt think the lion to which she gives birth to might take the life of a deer. If it does its meant to be that way. Some times the life is delayed as in the case of the seed. But usually the next is the one, which shall get all her love and grows with all the vigor. My friend is more like the Mother Earth. She burns for others. But one thing for sure, the life to be borne by her again shall receive all her love, totally pure and totally true. Nature can keep playing her tricks; I know my friend will smile? she will.
I wish if I have ever felt so much of unconditional love, very few people generally get lucky to have something so rare. She loves something, as her very own. Something so intense can only burn her, damage her. But she needs to realize that there is definitive spring, but then again there is a cycle of life. Sometimes it is short, sometimes longer. And what is most important to her is to realize, she will be all alone, when she walks through the different seasons. She needs to learn to smile at the adversities. She needs to learn that building a house could protect her from the sun, may be she needs to re invent an umbrella and trust me I am going to get her the warm clothes for the winter.
There are no walls around her, you need to explore beyond the walls to know what real life is. Walls are the ones that we create; I sometimes wish she were more conditional. I have known love in the sneaky stairways; my sneaky school days, my collage days were a bit too different. I had friends who got together after checking out each others family backgrounds. Conditional guys are happier these days. Know not they who have not received, At times I need to receive unconditional love just like the way my little friend wanted. Otherwise its like me people are happier this way.
After all who can blame the mother monkey? What would you have done if you were there instead of her? There is hope yet again for life because she survived. Nature will play its tricks, but realize you tried, you felt, and you grieved, more than anyone would have done. But yes you are alive with love, with the depth with which you love.
