Love Is A Great Mental Disease

shieldA few days, hmm, a week ago, I came across an article, titled as “Love chills but kills.” Thrilled by the spicy title I began skimming through it. What was in it? What did it say?… Ah!!! Rubbish…. Simply Junk!!!


It had a heartsick, mournful hero who at first explained the childhood joys he used to share, a time of no worries; no troubles; no fear, tensions were rare, withal paths clear, but one evening… one evening a lady came near, a radiant smile and billowing hair, attracted in her loving care, he ran before her here and there, and soon his cheers… haha!! Turned to tears…. Ah it was so unfair, arrived the time to pack up his gear; giving birth to a horrible nightmare!


Mr. President,


To love is to suffer, to avoid suffering one must not love, but then one suffers from not loving, therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer, to suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love, to be happy then is to suffer, but suffering makes one unhappy, therefore to be happy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness.


Well anyways, let me take you to another scene. “I’ll never let you go Jack… I’ll never let you go.” Yes I am recalling a dialogue from the great movie Titanic, but what happens then. Poor, little Jack drowns to the bottom of the Atlantic.


Just because of a baseless love Mr. President, about which a great man wisely said that Love is a great mental disease.


Diagnosing symptoms of love do not need a doctor to recognize them. Even you can see them from a mile away; thunderstruck; dumb-struck; awe-struck, the poor guy would be found curled up somewhere at your very footpaths, and the best part is the poor soul thinks he is on the top of the world.


Mr. President,

Once a man was asked to explain the word happiness, he vociferously replied: “I don’t know; I was married earlier.”



Respected Sir,


Getting married is very much like going to a restaurant with friends. You order what you want, and then when you see what the other person has, you wish you’d order that.


Respected Sir,


Love is an ocean of emotions deeply surrounded by expenses. You can’t buy it. Ahan!! But you can pay heavily for it.


And who better to understand the high price of a broken heart Mr. President than I. yes I. Once I too fell in the abyss of love, with a cute girl living in the flat above. Obese and dark as coal was she, we vowed that till death together we’d be. Her eyes were walnuts, brown and round. Her teeth like those of a beautiful hound. With weeds extending from her head to her knees, her cheeks resembling big balls of cheese. Her smile as straight as the GT Road. Her squashed face like that of a slimy, green toad.


She took over my heart in the blink of her blunt eye.


But alas! Alas Mr. President, someone else took over her crazy eyes and this die-hard lover was left aside.


Respected Sir,

Could I love less I should be happier now. Love is grand; but not to love is hundred grand. Love in France is comedy, in States is melody, in Africa is parody and in Asia is a tragedy Mr. President,  a tragedy… a big tragedy.


But in spite of all this Mr. President, I urge every one of you to show some guts and drive headlong into the endless abyss of love. We are already having a problem of over-population and a couple of eliminations would definitely ease some of the burden.


I thank you all for a very patient listening.