Oscar Wilde once rightly said;
“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance”
This is probably the only kind of love story that lives till our last breath. Unconditional, unaltered and unassuming. These three words perfectly define our first love.
Yet we crave for more love, hopelessly and sometimes, ardently from others. Others, who have and will never know us more than we know ourselves, who may never be able to love us like we love our souls. Yet we pray to be worthy of love and acceptance from strangers that coincide in our path towards supreme happiness, choosing to remain blissfully oblivious to the naked truth of life.
We journey with a deaf ear to our heart’s voices, tightly blinded by the world’s perception of love. We nurture within an insatiable monster. If only those fairytales had taught us to find happiness within before we blended into the joys of others. If only we knew to stand apart before we wished to camouflage in the glory of society.
If only we knew that the first time we felt loved, was when we spoke affectionately to our bruised knee after a fall. The first time we dressed pretty was to only please our eyes.
The first time we were smitten, was an unspoken compliment to ourselves in front of the mirror. And the first time we wept, was for a silly injustice done to us that we don’t even remember anymore.
Then how did we along the course of growing up, forget about our one true first love; ourselves? Why did we grow up and learn to evaluate our worth in the love we receive from others? How did we not realize that we were our only love story from the very first day we opened eyes to light?
Life can’t be lived in waiting for a lifelong romance that leaves us hungry for love, appreciation and acceptance by loved ones or the world. Life is in knowing that every other love will come a close second in comparison to the first love of our soul.
– Preeti Dhakappa
Her worth in my life can never be defined in one day. Every day spent with her, be it lazing at home or walking aimlessly outdoors, is just as special as this one. It’s wonderful how she gives me the power to be her daughter, friend, guardian, critic and sometimes, even her boss. Here’s to many more enriching conversations and profound ruminations over the much loved, Caesar salad in the warm glow of love, admiration, pride and candlelights! #datewithmumma #celebratedeveryday
Ki & Ka: The second annoying aspect of the new-soch entertainer. The first being; Kareena’s voice. As opposed to the reviews, I personally liked the movie.
The story does have substance, exaggerated in parts albeit. A message, we most conveniently brush under the carpet as trivial.
In a nutshell, Kareena is an ambitious marketing professional, wanting to be the best in her arena. And Arjun (IIMB topper, mind you) is a man who wants to avoid money’s rat-race and do something meaningful instead; be a house husband. They marry after some easily forgettable songs.
Arjun, the man, is chiseled, looks good, cooks well, seems apparently great in bed and yet wishes to be a homemaker. This fact has not been emphasised by the writer (thankfully). This is no feminist movie that men would use as an excuse to skip watching. It’s about wanting to do what you really want to, without having to compromise on love and good food or sex!
This seemingly story of the life of Chetan Bhagat is actually endearing, but we could like it a lot more with Kareena on mute. Although silly in bits, it does teach us to swallow our pride, forgive ourselves of our vices and admit to needing each other just the way we are.
For eons housewives have been made to feel unambitious and worthless. And no, a correction in the title to ‘homemaker’ does not give them the dignity and gratitude they deserve. What really hit me about this movie was how the script seriously pulled it off. Right from the beginning, I waited for them to screw the bubble, bring in unreal drama and make a mess out of the subject. But no, the film reached its peak wonderfully and honestly. The end was a predictable, but forgivable freefall.
The scenarios in the film are very human-like. Something we have grown up seeing around us, by fathers to homemaker moms.
I don’t want this to be a spoiler, hence, won’t be giving away the entire story.
For a change, this one wasn’t just about gender bias and equality. Or ego and jealously. It is about celebrating the people (whoever it is) that make our house a home. And that is alone a life-taking task.
Just see in it unconditional love, effort and dedication, something that we have all been blind and often, hurtful to. Watch the movie, to smile, wish for Arjun’s transport buddy, admire nothing more on Kareena than her chic corporate clothes, applaud for Arjun Kapoor’s super secure attitude, be grateful and a little more loving to the sadly, neglected people in our lives.