The biggest F word!

Fidelity. Yes, that is a word that perhaps is the most important word in any relationship. Of course, then come faith, fun and eventually the future.

So, what is important physical fidelity or emotional fidelity?

Perhaps, many would disagree, but emotional fidelity is more important, ultimately. It is because of the disrespect of the emotional bond that lets deceit, lies and needless “was at an official party” excuses creep in.

Now, forgiveness is another huge F word that one is advised to keep part of the relationship too. But, forgiving when your trust has been breached? Is that not, in fact, pure foolhardiness?

All I can say is that the hollowness inside of you, that emptiness after you know that the one you trusted and loved with your life betrays you…there can never be the same bond. Trust once lost, is difficult if not impossible to regain.

So, should you still forgive and go in for a relationship where the threads of love have already been burnt?

The conversation is thrown open to you…

It makes me see RED!

“Oh, darling…with people like you by my side, why would not my world rock….and you know honey how selective I am…you know more than most;-)”

Does this not sound like a very cheesy and flirtatious comment? You know what is the worst thing? It is made by an elderly lady to a young man who is quite hitched and getting married soon!

What is with the older crowd? I thought it was just old degenerate men in our local buses who still had too much of testosterone running through their body. I am clearly wrong; of late I have seen older women picking up younger boys happily just to satiate a few needs. And yes, some men seem to be making the most of it.

The world seems sadly driven by self obsession and a compulsive need to be desired. Switch on the television or surf the Internet and voila in minutes you would be told you resemble ‘Ugly Betty’. Turn around, and the first man who says, “Oh, baby you are sooo pretty” and you go after him like a flame after TNT. Why did I use an explosive for a metaphor, well that is because the relationship you zipped after is self destructive.

Many older women say they have enormous self confidence and therefore go for younger charming men. Baah – hogwash! The younger man gives you the confidence in the first place, if it was not for say Ashton perhaps Demi would not be the same person she is today.

So am I against it? No, find love wherever, but stooping down to the levels of depravity…that is sad. And I pity you, lady. Know, when you have over stepped the border…

Broken guitar...

Do you know what it feels like loving someone that’s in a rush to throw you away?
Do you know what it feels like to be the last one to know the lock on the door has changed?
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How can I love you? How can I love you? How can I love you? How can I love you? . . . If you just don’t talk to me, babe?

- Enrique Iglesias

And now I ask you this how many of you have felt that you gave it your all…you got a hint, and you ran after that flicker of hope. You were there, but he never came home. And what was left inside of you got sucked inside a black hole. It showed on your face, but you fought it bravely. The world saw you smile, yet a gnawing pain was eating you inside.

But what if you had to give up your love? Or you were there, he was there…but there was something missing… Why do we fall in love, and make ourselves so vulnerable that if one string breaks and you sound like a broken guitar. Music makes no sense, the world seems a senseless race to achieve…but achieve what?

Does love hold us back? Make us alter our chosen path?

Maybe, but the only way out, as they say, is through it.

And yes, no matter whether you feel like faceless name in a file, or have no great job or are the brightest star in your group – love will find you. She/he will love you any way… And when you’ll meet you’ll realise that you’ve always been in love; even before you met. And you will know that this time it is real. He is not the man who kissed you good morning and never said it was good bye. This time it is real; this time…