Maps

"The tragedy is not that the people do not love us but because we fall in love with those who are not able to love us."

"WHAT???" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The phone slipped from my hand. It fell down with a thud so loud that my heart skipped a beat. My eye sight blurred. The very thought of imagining her in that condition left me dead inside out.

Panicking was the only thing I could do - and did. I reached the spot in an impatient fifteen minutes. Those fifteen minutes were probably the most, the most, THE MOST longest fifteen minutes of my whole lifetime.

"Where's it? Where's it?" I asked every random stranger my eyes could see "Where's the fucking emergency room?" I couldn't keep sight of my direction as I was walking clumsily. Somebody held my hand and directed me towards that room - don't remember who that person was. I wish I could thank him - but I had better jobs to do.

I looked at her. Covered in blood. Her eyes as wide as a church door, but probably suggesting something completely opposite. The idea wasn't clear - my mind couldn't interpret it. I looked at her - and just couldn't stop looking. I could't and didn't think of anything. Didn't talk, din't believe, didn't ask, didn't move - just looked. My eyesight was blurred again as my knees lost the power to handle my weight.

Somebody picked me up, but I punched him. I was angry. This couldn't be happening. No, not at this time! Not when everything was going to be fine! Not when she promised me she'll be there. Not when I found my love. Not, just not now! I shouted, I cried, and she just looked at me - expressionless.

I felt dizzy. I punched the wall.

"This couldn't be happening!" I scream but my voice died inside my throat. Too scared to even reach her ears. "How the fuck did this happen? What happened to her!!! REVIVE HER! FUCKING DOCS!!"

I shouted, looked at the doctors, even pulled one's collar, the guards ran towards me to stop me. I punched one of them. Someone grabbed my left hand -  I kick him and fall to the ground as I hear the bullet pierce through my tibia. I cry. I cry. I cry. I look up, the bright light fade into darkness, The light bulb on the top wasn't bothering me any more.

I try getting up. I look at her. I want to touch her. I collapse.

***

No, I didn't die. No - I didn't lose consciousness. No I didn't faint. I collapsed. Mentally. All my brain cells were so tightly tangled inside - and on top of each other that I could't do anything about it. I was thinking, but couldn't move myself. I was listening - but couldn't respond. I was seeing - but couldn't believe.

I gathered all the strength I had, to get up. The blood loss wasn't bothering me. The guards had me on a a stretcher. I broke through them and just before slipping from my own blood  I managed to grab hold of the bed's corner. I get up. I look at her. Into her eyes - like I had never seen them.

They were telling me something. They were scared. They were't closed. They had fear. They needed someone to make them believe in life again. They needed somebody to love. They needed me. They loved me. They needed me. And when I'm here for her - she's not.

Now when I need her, she's not. Now when I need to re-believe, she's not here. Now when I need to love her, she's not here. Now when I'm giving it my hundred percent, she's not here. This is not fair. Life is not fair. It was never.

I finally fall on the ground for one last time. My eyes shut, and my heart beats dropped. Later, my body was placed right next to hers. I had to. I couldn't evade it. It was the promise I made to her. To be there for her till the end. It was the promise I made to myself. To be there for her, even after the end.

And after all, "I was just following the map that leads to you!"

Lust. Infatuation. Or Love?

“You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.” ― Dr. Seuss

Look, I'm sorry I didn't pick up writing blog posts for a long time, and I'm pretty sure you will not be looking forward for this subject as much as you did for my other "inventive" short stories. So, if you have already started reading this, why not finish it?

I'm going to straight away start from the basics - The Definitions.

Lust - strong sexual desire.
Infatuation - an intense but short-lived passion or admiration for someone or something.
Love - (n) a strong feeling of affection. (v) feel deep affection or sexual love for (someone).

Well, there is a lot of difference between each one of them. And that is something really complex to find out what kind of feeling we're "actually" feeling. Of course, every guy who's in infatuation says that he/she loves the other person just as much as a person who's "actually" in love. But what's that cuts the ice?

It's the feelings - in itself.

All you got to do to figure out all of this is to sit in a quiet place, and have some peaceful time with just you, and your mind. Doing a bit of research, I found out this interesting comparison - might as well share it here:

• Love develops gradually over time. Infatuation occurs almost instantaneously.
• Love can last a long time. It becomes deeper and more powerful over time. Infatuation is powerful, but short-lived.
• Love accepts the whole person, imperfections and all. Infatuation flourishes on perfection – you have an idealized image of your partner and you only show your partner your good side.
• Love is more than physical attraction. Infatuation focuses on the physical.
• Love is energizing. Infatuation is draining.
• Love improves your overall disposition. Infatuation brings out jealousy and obsessiveness. It causes you to neglect other relationships.
• Loves survives arguments. Infatuation glosses over arguments.
• Love considers the other person. Infatuation is selfish.
• Love is being in love with a person. Infatuation is being in love with love.

So are you in love? Or is it just an infatuation. Let's find out.

Infatuation deals with that happy face of love. It gives you a million reasons to smile, it gives you day dreams, and it gives you another dozen reasons to be stupid. It is, of course, a short lived feeling for someone and is often termed as "crushes" towards other mates.

Infatuation is a wonderful feeling as long as it is not mistaken for love. Infatuation is when all you see is your crush's perfections. All you do when you see him/her with others is get jealous. All you care about is seeing him/her again just so that you can get that rush of adrenaline. Infatuation is when you get all possessive about him/her. You love him/her for the reason why you fell for them. You don't really acknowledge him/her for the way he/she actually is. You try to hide faults, and show only the perfect side of yours. You see butterflies when he/she walks past, and well just everything that is shown in the movies. It's when you start becoming obsessive about that person. But all that hardly lasts for a longer time. Some day, it'll just end. And that. Precisely that, is what separates it from love.

But love, it's something totally different. Love is a serious thing. It's a really serious thing that grows gradually as the time goes by. It's when you accept the other person with all his/her flaws, all their perfections, and imperfections. It's when you don't care who he's/she's talking to, you don't really get jealous, but you look for his/her happiness instead.  You can sacrifice everything of yours just to make her/him feel better about themselves.

It's when before you taste something good, you think about your love's reaction towards that happy incident - you'll think about how happy he/she would feel if they tried this out. It's when you put him/her before yourself. It's when you devote your entire life to the person you love the most. Love is all about security, trust and loyalty. In infatuation, there will be a lot of reasons for you to break up. But when you're in love, even if there's only one reason to hold on, it'll be enough for you to not break up. Love is when you purposefully lose an argument against him/her just so that you both don't fight.

Love is celebration. Unlike infatuation, which drains you out if you don't get to see that person you desire for, love keeps you happy. Love keeps you going. Love is when you do little sacrifices and never let your pride take control of yourself. Love is when you start changing for the better. Love is the fuel, and mind is the vehicle. Love is commitment. Love is when you choose "we" over "me". Love is when you both work together to build a good life.

Love is that strength which keeps you going when everything around you goes to hell. Love is that feeling which keeps you in check. Before you do any action, you think the consequences that would affect "we" instead of "me". It's when you lose all those selfish thoughts about yourself and make sacrifices for the person you love and you would really not boast about these sacrifices because boasting is not what you did them for, it's the care and affection you've got for them that made you do the sacrifices.

Love is when you have confidence in him/her even when you both might not be together. It's about holding on tight when everyone tell you to leave. Love is when you panic if you aren't aware of what your love's condition is. It's when you start crying (being a guy or a girl, never be shy of crying) over the thought of your love getting hurt. Love is that feeling which makes you who you are.

Love is experienced in the present moment. It makes you forget all those sad memories and tension of the future, and just let's you be who you are. Love makes you complete.

So, that was about it. I know, a pretty long post about "love","infatuation" and all, but hey, lust is still left out. But, that is not a very big deal either.

Lust is basically a strong desire towards the opposite gender because of their physical attraction, and nothing more. It lasts for a very little time, and can sometimes grow into infatuation. That's all.

So all my lovers out there, happy Hallowe'en! Cheers!

References:
http://www.srcp.org/for_some_parents/developmental_disabilities/the_specifics/infatuationDD.html
http://www.diffen.com/difference/Infatuation_vs_Love
http://www.yourtango.com/experts/janet-ong-zimmerman/am-i-love-how-know-sure#.VFOP6_mUeSo

Sixth Sense : Concept or hidden truth?

"Woah! Is someone standing behind me? Or is it just my weird feeling! No wait... its my sixth sense, right?"

We have seen it in Spiderman as the "Spidey Sense", we have seen it in Superman, we have seen it in almost every super hero, but have we seen it in us? Actually, there has to be someone who actually felt this sense before and decided to make up a fictional character, and since Science proved us that we have only five senses, it was a instant hit!

Now what's weird is that, we ourselves feel this every now and then. How many of us had that weird feeling that some one is behind our back, or maybe the feeling of some one watching us, or that feeling that someone is looking into our direction, even though we are not looking towards them? All the questions have one and only one answer, its our Sixth Sense working for us!

Pretty awesome right? But obviously, this doesn't mean that we can pull out web from our hands, or probably circle around the earth.. that's all truly fictional folks! Scientist have been working real hard to prove this awesome feature of our body as a truth, and so far, its all good news. It seems to me that there is a pigment layer in our eyes which can sense small amounts of heat and presence around us, and via nerves sends messages to our brain.

Since we all know our bodies are made up of heat, this might sound convincing. But still, proves are to be handed! Well, we all do feel it at times, and most of the times, we end up seeing someone behind us. Science tells us that there are different ways to which different brains of different people react. Some are more sensitive to presence around us, while some do not feel any thing at all. It completely depends on the capacity and power of the brain. But, in general, the sixth sense plays an important role.

One thing should be taken care of here is, note that sixth sense should not be compared to visions. Both are entirely different concepts. I accept the fact that it would be fun to compare those two around some time later! Right now, sixth sense, is true? Or is just a fictional power?

Actually, its totally up to you to decide whether this is true or not. But I consider this to be a topic which needs a serious lift. How many of us have that feeling of guilt that some one is watching us when we are doing something wrong? Maybe its just the sub conscious mind working, or maybe... its the sixth sense playing a role again? The real surprise comes to us when we prove ourselves that some one was actually watching us! See, the whole point of this post is to help you decide whether you want to believe in this or not.

Next time when you feel that some one is standing behind you, or whether someone is looking at you, try giving a serious thought to this! Cheers!

Source(s): 
http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20111105220849AA8OiWb
http://scienceblog.com/7036/brain-study-points-to-sixth-sense/
http://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/institute_basic_biomedical_sciences/news_events/articles_and_stories/vision_blindness/200704_sixth_sense.html
http://www.wisc-online.com/objects/ViewObject.aspx?ID=AP14304

Love : Heart or Brain

"Love is an intense feeling of deep affection"

Did anyone ever wonder why the poor human organ "heart" is related to the terms love, affection, happiness, attraction, and all the other forms of intense feelings? Does the heart actually think and feel?

Most of us know the heart as an organ which pumps purified blood to all other parts of our body. But when the topic love comes up, we hear everyone telling sentences like "From the bottom of my heart...", " My heart beats for you...", etc. Why is it that there is a mention of the heart whenever the topic of love is discussed. It is indeed an interesting topic to wonder about.

People often call the heart as an innocent, blind creature. I do not know how far that is true. But what I do know is that the human heart is greedy. Yes, greedy for love. It needs love. When it gets love, it needs more love, and then more and more. That is why most of the people often fall in love, and the sad part of their story is that they often tend to be on the giving side, and not the receiving side. Either way, their hearts are giving love, or receiving love.

Talking about love, it is an intense feeling of deep affection. I am talking about loving a person, and not other aspects of love. How many of us actually think that it is in our hearts that we love someone? Well, you can keep your views. Lets go deeper into reality.

There are three parts, or sections, of our brain. The concious mind, the unconscious mind, and the subconscious mind. Let me brief you about the three. We will, for now, focus mainly on the subconscious mind as it is often blamed for every belief, and every feeling that you hate, or love.

The conscious mind consists of everything inside of our awareness. This is the aspect of our mental processing that we can think and talk about in a rational way.
The unconscious mind (or the unconscious) consists of the processes in the mind that occur automatically and are not available to introspection, and include thought processes, memory, affect, and motivation.

And now, coming to the subconscious mind: Think of the subconscious mind as the storage room of everything that is currently not in your conscious mind. The subconscious mind stores all of your previous life experiences, your beliefs, your memories, you skills, all situations you've been through and all images you've ever seen.

That might probably give you an information on the three main parts of our brains. Now, how is it related to love and heart? Well, the thing is, heart is never related to love according to me. It is just an misterm to the subconscious mind in the aspect of love. Heart is an organ which pumps blood, and in any way cannot be compared to the brain, which not only has to ability to control every processes in our body, but also an super power to think logically.

Then, why was it associated with love?  It seems to me that when most people say "heart" when referring to love, they are mostly talking about an obscure unseen part of them that houses their emotions. In the west, we consider the mind (or the intellect) and the heart to be two separate things. This, I'm pretty sure, comes from classical Greek philosophy, such as Plato and Aristotle. However, in ancient Hebrew, for example, as I understand it there was only one word for both the place in a human for the intellect and emotions, which is typically translated in the Bible as the "spirit," and that was what they associated with love.

So I guess the idea of "heart and love" is pretty much clear now to everyone who read this post. Now the main question, how is love a quest for more?

Did anyone fall in love? Most of them did, and those who didn't, will probably fall soon. Had anyone noticed that once we are in love, we want more and more love? Heartbreaks are often sure in most of the cases, but still, we do manage to move on and continue living life with love. How does that occur? Why do we still believe in love deep down in our brains, when we are actually heart broken from the top?

Well, the point is, our subconscious mind readily believes in love. And you cannot change anything in your subconscious mind until you bypass the conscious mind. We will go deeper into that condition later, for now lets keep them at the bay.

"Live life with love, or else you die everyday."

 That said, it is more easy to win hearts by love than by hatred, right? I guess I answered most of the questions through this post. Well, now its up to you to decide whether you will continue to associate the heart with love or not. According to me, lets just pretend we do not know the truth and continue linking the heart with love.

After all, who likes "I love you from the deeper part of my brain" than "I love you from the bottom of my heart"? 

Sources : Wikipedia, Yahoo! Answers