MUSHY MUSHY DENSEHOOD

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  Author : Anant Srinath
Age : 18
Type : Monologue
Genre : Comedy Fiction
One Line Summary : love is HEAVY... on the head too.

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MUSHY.MUSHY DENSEHOOD

                Well ..., you'd frown upon me now,
when I'd say that I'm in love, you'd say (or rather as
my old crush once said), "You are just looking for an
adolescent adventure" ; or misadventure.
OK, I'm young. But, let me tell you something. This
comes from the gut, from deep within me. It does.

O boy! Not another mushboot!

Gee! It is mushy, no argument. And that's what I've
come to talk about here (if you'd care to listen).

                 Of all the things that seem to be
going on in this world, love seems to be quite
naturally prone to be a neato topic to hit off in a
friendly gathering of womenfolk and during the
relaxing modes of the other sex. No wonder! (I'm the
other sex by the way).
                 I better speak about my predicament
now if at all we need to continue this conversation
(you don't speak much, do you?). There are elements of
dizziness - light-headedness, dream screens, fluffy
weather, bouncy earth, buoyancy, haphazard singsongs,
doubtful functioning of breathing organs and a curious
dipply-dop in the chest region at her sight, her
voice, her name (someone calling it out), or during
the frequent star-shooting sessions thinking about
her. All this, I'm sure, has established a nice goofy
description of myself, that you'll hold with some
amusement.

                Somehow, the owners of the pugmarks in
Jollywood don't always seem to give love its full due.
Agreed, there are some who have fed their genius and
put in the right tones to elucidate this mystery
emotion in those (sigh!) moments when couples gobble
popcorn. But, at least the native version(s) of it
(Bollywood, Tollywood, ..... phew!) give(s) a dull
meaning to love, dull to the true lover, mind you (for
commercial as they are, the pictures are eye-candy).
Because, these guys have a one-track mind : guy "sees"
girl, "craves" girl, calls it "love" and sets about
"impressing" girl, finally girl is "impressed", starts
"loving" boy and tra la la... Of course there's the
mish-mash of niggling parents, practical hara-kiri
when the girl "not impressed", other
guy-hey-hola!-fist mechanism-BOOM!-syndrome....
Oh! The horrors of it!

         So, call me biologically fooled or
spiritually bamboozled, I've fallen headlong into
love, and I'm dazed. Platonic, romantic or otherwise.

                         Girl, I love you! Could
someone please pass the message?

Post Script : Thanks for staying through my harangue,
I suggest you listen to some hard rock now.

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Author Note : Showcasing the bubbly, frothing
disposition of a lover. Yes, it is a confused state.

Posted 05/30/2004