A Mystique Phenomenon...

A Mystique Phenomenon

“Parde me rahne do” you must have heard it.. a mellifluous song everybody will find thrilling. Everything seems exotic till it is acquired. When you get it, the exoticism gives way to good features which in turn give way to "hardly better than others". Life is just like following a mirage. You have a never-quenchable thirst and you are running after a lake which will be at the same distance from you howsoever you approach it.

You must have heard about a laddoo- “jo khaye so pachtaya aur jo na khaye so pachtaye”. You feel you are deprived of a very exclusive experience in life till you are married. Once you are, you come to know that this laddoo is no doubt sweet but much bitter than non-sweet experiences of pre-marital period.

Mona Lisa

Smies are mostly nothing but a noose and a serious non-smiling face is often much more friendly well-wisher of yours. So, beware of those mystique smiles which are not definable by you then and there. Because, before you would be able to define those similes you would be nowhere.

Once a cruel Chief of dacoits announced that he had fallen in love with a villager belle. He specified that he liked the nose of that girl very much. The other day one of his follower brought the nose of the girl and presented before the Chief.  The follower was rewarded by getting his head in his hand. No need to elaborate that the Chief was livid because he liked the nose of the girl seeing on her lovely face and not in seclusion.Everything looks beautiful only in it’s environs.

 Sometimes we feel that someone is limitless. I mean to say we find him/ her so much supportive of us that seems unfathomable. If you are not going to meet him/her then it is really an astounding stirring idea to keep you thrilled. But if you are ever going to come across him/ her in real life, beware of it. Support is never unlimited and love is never unfathomable except in case of mother and her progeny. All other support and love follow Newton’s Third Law of action-reaction. The crowd of crores tapers out into a single digit number of near relatives even for a most successful guru within two days. Only, because he is now caught under net. 

Everything can’t be explained. If explained that is not an art. The thing which can be explained fully is science. And life is something more than a pure science. Life is more a play of art than of science. Your behaviour is more explained by your feelings than by your pure physiological needs.

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