July 7, 2013

Someday I want to fall in love with the kind of deep, dark intensity that leads to grand romantic gestures. Like defacing a historical monument by carving your beloved’s name on age-old rock in an effort to ensure that your love lasts forever and ever. And long after the inevitable disillusion with, divorce from or death of (because one way or another destiny is never kind to pretentions of loving grandeur) the object of my affection, the world will still continue to visit this ancient structure, look at our names entwined by a garishly carved out heart (because how else would we proclaim our great love) and celebrate the beauty of our emotions till the end of time.

Or until the powers-that-be decide to tear down this tribute-to-the-past to make way for the multiplexes-of-the-future.

Just saying.


Aneela Z said...

Please do not deface historical monuments in India. Pakistan too but then I would add the caveat of "do not bomb them either". Do not just do not.

Xeb said...

Err, sarcasm clearly registers not.

Don't worry, I have no intentions of proclaiming my great love on any historical monument in India. Or bombing the ones in Pakistan.

Perhaps it needs to be said, but this post was not meant to be read literally.


Aneela Z said...

Apologies for coming on too strong too.. it's just that living in Delhi the past two years and seeing how " frivolous" some can be regards living history , it just takes it out of you, add to that the suggestion ( albeit sarcastic ) about new " wall chalkings" and memories of an Airtel ad from a couple of years ago..Well too many red flags.
As you were .