Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Fools Rush In

Why is the sudden realization of love always followed by a hastily unplanned and usually futile trip to the airport? A trip where the “love has newly dawned upon me” person gets intercepted by traffic snarls, airport security issues, bad phone connectivity, and even something as clichéd as a corpulent security officer who personally escorts you to the plane once you convince them that these are matters of the heart? Bollywood and Hollywood, you have disappointed me again and again. Pyar to hona hi tha. Chalte chalte. Life as we know it. There are “n” number of movies where love went undiscovered until the end, which meant a hasty trip to the airport to stop the plane, usually a futile attempt where the person comes home only to discover that the guy never took the plane, but came home instead.

There are multiple things that seem fundamentally wrong in this situation. First, is love so unnoticed an emotion that it suddenly dawns upon you one fine evening? And once it does, why is it reduced to something as urgent as the urge to poop during a stomach upset, that one has to find a way to do it then and there? If I suddenly realized I am in love, I would call, email, text, even wait until the next meet. If the person lives in a different city, I would happily wait for the next time I can take a vacation. I don’t have to take a cab, be stuck in traffic snarls, or run to reach the airport, only to discover that the flight took off 3 minutes ago and my urgencies (to propose) are never going to be satisfied. If nothing, the laborious process of security check is going to be a huge deterrent. Remove shoes. Remove belt. Take out laptop. Remove sweater. Take out camera. Let the metal detector go off only to realize that you forgot to part with your keys. Repeat security process once again. Let the security officer fondle you for strictly professional reasons. Then remember flight number, find terminal, run to terminal, run the risk of colliding with kids who run around, bump into luggage bags, fall on unsuspecting strangers, and so on. Why can’t I just sit at home and call or email? If nothing works, I can send a message on Facebook (which I assume would be checked faster than missed phone calls or emails), and then write on his Facebook wall to let him know that I had to message him on Facebook because he wouldn’t take my calls and reply to my emails.

Naah, I guess I will never understand the fun of chasing someone to the airport, the adrenaline rush, the suddenly discovered hormones, the anticipation of pheromones, the evolutionary instinct to chase a potential mate, the thrill of stopping someone from taking a flight and letting them know about newfound romantic intentions, the fun of creating chaos, and so on. You are right, I will never get it.

sunshine

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Well, you are not alone.. I also wonder what happen to the tickets. They cost a lot…

Anonymous said...

Well you are not alone.. I also wonder what happen to those costly tickets!!!

Anonymous said...

Well you are not alone.. I also wonder what happen to those costly tickets!!!

Calvin said...

Movies and Cartoons have to be caricatures - to be able to attract attention. Given the small amount of time they have, they got to indulge in some over-the-top things. If everything were rational, there would be no Lady Gaga....:)

Richa said...

Only if we knew! Guess its something to do with romance factor..you know the one in which you cross seven desert, climb the highest mountain and swim across the deepest sea. Running around in modern traffic is supposed to be equivalent of that or something...

Kolor said...

See,this is the problem. You claim that Indian men are not adventurous and romantic enough. And now you give a well reasoned argument about why airport scenes are so illogical. The point is that airport scenes are an act of love that is willing to take infinite risk in its attainment. It's an act of rebellion against a society that has convinced you to take logical decisions. In an otherwise pointless existence, what is there except random acts of daring that remind that living and not merely surviving is what this life is about.