Snatches of Twilight

The last couple of weeks have been hectic with work and a yucky cold .So though I have been reading my fav blogs , the commenting has been on the downslide. The main damper for me was some people taking undue advantage of a offer of help . I mean if someone offers to help, there has to be boundaries with what you ask them. Asking for the moon, for a person offering a stone, is kinda hard for me to relate to, but I guess that’s the subject of a separate blog. There have however , been lovely moments during these weeks, with a couple of friends and relatives announcing impending additions to their family. Last weekend was some quality time with my cousins which always lightens my mood .

But I have to say the one thing which kept me from blogging was unfortunately that a pal of mine sent across a chapter of Twilight . For the unknown, this series of books, which deals with a teen romance between a vampire and a high school girl. The vampire, tall , white and totally dead , is basically every old mills and boons hero rolled into one. But what kept me reading , aside from the die hard romantic in me, is the morbid fascination of a girl who would give up her soul for love.

For those rolling their eyes already I would suggest, that you flip to your favorite website now, because this post is definitely going to get even more soppy. I was seriously wondering if I should write this post, till I read Sundar’s post in the same vein. Though I’m sure his is more grounded in reality than this post is ever going to be. As I quickly got through the 4 books in the series (yes four !!, I didn’t get to do any work during the weekend :D) , I felt quite deflated in the end. Not that the book, didn’t perfectly fit into the ending, that each teenage girl would dream of, but it kept to the norm of total absolute love, with no hiccups other than the usual jealousy and misunderstanding. A couple of years back, I would have been completely satisfied with that. But as I look around me, and see love in all its different forms, the reality of love never comes across in these books. I mean seriously, how long can one person keep telling you how earth shatteringly beautiful you are or can you keep declaring how you will fall off a cliff for them (Though I must say for K and I those words never have come up in our 3 years of marriage and I’m pretty sure some times, he’s willing to push me off the cliff)

As the book progressed , I was actually waiting for the first fight between Bella and Edward, the two main characters. The saccharine sweetness of their love, was making me hope , that the hero will actually suck the heroines blood soon ! I almost wanted to see the part where she loves garlic and he probably choke on it if its in the lasagna. I mean each couple can relate to that, food items which one loves only to be proportionately hated by the other. In the family get together, each of the ladies was discussing how the respective better half (ahem :)! ) made them nuts. But these idiosyncrasies is what makes life interesting. Working through these differences is annoying, but it has a element of fun in it. Even the movies we see nowadays are slowly changing. First love to mature love, is an element which is coming in more pictures than ever before . But I think though, we shouldn’t completely forget the thrill that we have when we first meet the person, we are supposed to spend the rest of our lives with. The first gaze or the first smile will always be ingrained in each person’s memory, and that first thrill diminishes, but the absolute state of being comfortable which comes through time, and whole lot of disagreements, seems to last through life.

The romance books capture the thrill of the first love, but the happiness that is brought about by a prolonged relationship is much more harder to define, and definitely not a page turner. I see a couple of aunts and uncles, who have been married for more than 4 decades, the subtlety of shared thoughts and endearing quirks , seem to enhance their lives. A lot of debates have been fought about the victories of older lasting love over younger fresh love. I question too, if Romeo and Juliet lived, would she been able to put his long windedness and constantly changing mind and would he really have patience with a 13 year old’s shopping habits.. I highly doubt it!



So what is about first love that makes it the subject matter of innumerable books and movies ?What makes me pick up an old mills and boon romance where I know the guy is macho idiot and the girl a simpering nitwit or even watch for the umpteenth time the episode of friends where Ross and Rachel go on their first date. Well its simple , it makes me smile.
Smile when I remember a first glance or even when I remember what it felt like to be in a summer crush. That silent Goosebumps that creep over your skin unknown to all when you first saw each other , has to be felt and remembered. As time goes one, maybe these goosebumps dissolve into rashes , but the beauty of having gone through that first stage is that you land up with someone, who probably be handing you the balm to soothe those rashes and to me that is the best part !

Finally I want to thank Ani D for the Lovely Blogger Award.. .. it made my week :D! and I dedicate this to all who actually read this blog... each one of you are lovely in your own special way :)!

And for the smile today

Haunted from the grave
An old man and woman were married for years even though they hated each other. When they had a confrontation, screams and yelling could be heard deep into the night. A constant statement was heard by the neighbors who feared the man the most.

"When I die I will dig my way up and out of the grave to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life!"

They believed he practiced black magic and was responsible for missing cats and dogs, and strange sounds at all hours. He was feared and enjoyed the respect it garnished.

He died abruptly under strange circumstances and the funeral had a closed casket. After the burial, the wife went straight to the local bar and began to party as if there was no tomorrow.

The gaiety of her actions were becoming extreme while her neighbors approached in a group to ask these questions: Are you not afraid? Concerned? Worried? that this man who practiced black magic and stated when he died he would dig his way up and out of the grave to come back and haunt you for the rest of your life?

The wife put down her drink and said, "Let the jerk dig. I had him buried upside down."

Bedside Wife
A man was sleeping on his deathbed. The man woke up to see his wife silently praying beside him.
He said, " Martha, I have something to confess to you."
She said, "No dear, save your energy."
He said, "I must tell you so I may pass on to heaven, I cheated on you."
She said, " I know, I poisoned you."


Keep Smiling ppl

Anu