Here is a line on love by Joesph Conrad in his short story Amy Foster: "...you need imagination to form a notion of beauty at all, and still more to discover your ideal in an unfamiliar shape." This may the very truth about the emergence of love. Somewhere along the wavy line called life, we meet someone and fall in love. I don't believe in love at first sight. It is an emotion which comes of being with a person for some time, seeing our notion of ideality in that person and imagining him/her to be beautiful beyond description. One can be utterly happy and in love with the ugliest person -- I say this because I see many happy couples who do not have an iota of physical beauty in them, yet are in so much of love with each other that it often makes me wonder at how love and mental closeness disguise the physical ugliness. Once you become closer to someone, their colour, features are invisible to you. Though, at first you need imagination to see beauty in a person as Conrad says.
Guess I am out of touch with everything right now, so no blog entry for many days. From many days, a question is bothering me. I haven't found a satisfactory answer yet. So I'll write it down here. Maybe anybody who reads this may know the answer. "Just because we are journalists, writers, opinion creators and thinkers, do we have the right to judge others? Either personally or professionally?" I think we don't have the right to judge a person, even if we are right. But as writers, we would have to judge others whether we like it or not. And it's very difficult forcing people to think, but that's what we are doing or pretending to be doing right? Another question: "How come life is so simple if you just let it live by itself without bothering much and so complicated if you try to manipulate it or even understand it?" Blessed are the ignorant. We who can understand everything, try not to let anything go by without understanding and thus miss the b
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