I dont claim the existance of such a thought came into being after pronounced metamorphosis, instead this is a product of an instant obsession to throw ideas, relatable, for the common cause of entertainment in a sullen office premise between bored friends , straight out of college, trying to cope up with the mundane corporate life that corporates have to offer. The idea, I must confess, is old and overkilled among a few of my friends but then for public interest and at the request of one of my buddies, yours truly has decided to share it with all and sundry. Now if you are terribly excited about what is going to unfold, my suggestion for you would be to be cool. No rocket science unearthed here but you might, you just might appreciate what even thinkers like Jean Paul Satre did. Incase you dont you may as well blame it on JPS or be happy that you havent freaked out just yet.
The call of the romantics have always been to respect women who are beautiful and women who are not so beautiful by throwing unnecessary glances at their frame. They believe that love is a communicable disease and you get affected the moment you come in close proximity with an averagely endowed member of fairer sex (the degree of cut-off endowment varies with respect to the mans ability to even attain any proximity or his plain ignorance about his sexual orientation).There are a myriad charms in getting affected with such a state of mind, the feeling of falling in and out of love just by the mere sight of a better pasture(is it a kind of an overstatement?). With a world full of terrorism and mindless violence, I sometimes wonder why people who pour love left right and centre are viewed with such distaste. But anyways we are talking about the "killers", you know the "been there done that" types. Smooth talkers and criminals have something in common, they both await that major heist in life which can potentially leave everyone else dubstruck and leave themselves with enough booty to cherish all their lifetime. Such a heist like all Tarantino movies leave them gasping for breath and sometimes even wondering wether it was ever worth it. JPS once observed that many a times we give our every bit, put in all our stakes for the one thing that we want so very badly in our lives: even the cosmos conspires and gives it to us and what happens next? We sit and wonder wether the same was worth at all.
The "Killers", therefore love the chase. They know the checks and bottlenecks. they get a "deja vu" with reactions, expressions and sentiments. They can map the stages of love, a perfect bell curve like a product life cycle, low at both ends and blown up in the middle; and they quit at their peak, just when they know that love has been achieved and whats going to commence is pain and compromises.
Imagine this. You are rider living it on a fast lane on a mean machine of yours at your prime in a mid-night street. You vision a distant traffic light at a signal, not a bird around but just about anything lurking in the corner around a couple of blindspots. The signal is red and you are touching 80kmph and you have your endless possibilities of youth at your disposal. The thrill of getting past the signal when it is red is what shoots up your adrenaline. The moment it turns green, it would pass like just another day in office, uninsipiring and routine.
"Love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment" - Kiran Desai
