ROMEO AND JULIET : NEAR-IMPOSSIBLE

ROMEO AND JULIET : NEAR-IMPOSSIBLE

Glossy magazines are on sale. On the screen? Spellbinding feature rebating at fever pitch. Very hot stuff __ may be the voluptuous to work up a bodily appetite. Undoubtedly, they all receive a jolly good response. An easy means to while away the time. They may cost the earth ____ no snag, no fuss, they are titillating, uproarious. The more sensual they are the more eyeful, it is believed.

ROMEO AND JULIET : NEAR-IMPOSSIBLE

No surprise, with every turning of a new day the number of views are swelling up, avidly looking forward to more of the kind more spicy, more breathtaking. Yesterday’s sensational, today’s normal, and therefore more enthralling eagerly awaited tomorrow. Bizarre? Never. It is the 21st Century, the roaring computer age. We are born to enjoy.

No, nothing sounds odd even if the rated magazine carrying something near outrageous. Instead, it outsells the other and in considered pretty cannier to add each flavour ……. The response is overwhelming. Frankly, it is a trade, a roaring trade__ profit assured, fortune insured.

Yes in this booming business the contribution of the womenfolk is outstanding endless. She reigns supreme. Without her it cannot make any apparent headway. Thus, discemibly, a hyper demand of lively girls sounds reasonable. Her elegant appearance, her physical buildup, her gracious gesture, if likely her past-earned popularly are held in esteem. It is a deal, absolutely a bodily. Modesty, chastity, humanity, morality? Please hush, she is overbid!

Well, she is purchased; her chastity is purchase, her individuality is purchased. Now she is at work. No crusader has any voice to weigh in his say in favour of her femininity. In heap the bidder has paid the cash, he will not back out, he can rightfully use her. Yes, now the firm is doggedly poised to trifle with her, and very shortly on sale ……….. perhaps in the form of nerve-tingling colourful bawdy poses or as seductive features on the screen aiming all at fugitive sense-gratification for unruly lustful eyes.

It bleeds the heart, with rolling of days more and more of our naïve womenfolk are being enticed into such character shattering blue world. Here, they breathe the life into the business and reassures its rosier prospect. Lord knows why today a feature sans snappy performance of go-go girl is liable to go downright flop. She is a must. Her bawdy pose, though a hint, is a must. This is an indispensable recipe in the course, heartily savoured!

Devastating, all this rash extravagance at the cost of what? She is paid, highly paid. Well. But has she fairly been paid off for her womanhood that is being vandalized? Who emerges sensitive to save her chastity, modesty, morality……… the ornaments of woman now at stake? Oh, it is the thick veil of money that has been thrown upon her. It has got her inside outside.

Unrighteously, now to the viewers her tangible body speaks volumes than her heart. She is measured by the yardstick of the senses in place of the yardstick of love. She becomes a raving entertainment object, like a plaything for a child. With this, the hard-disc-like our mind having been constantly fed with the piles of lascivious tips, now we have steadily been growing quite lecherous and thus unable to contemplate on sublime matters like holy love. On the contrary out mind tends to, rather perversely, define the objective of love as something near the fulfillment of physical pleasure alone and be happy.

Earlier? This holy word scarcely conveyed such misplaced idea. It was well-thought-of as one’s sincere outpouring from the heart to his well-matched soul mate. Fast and eternal was their love-bond, devoted to each other. But today, anyone may let-out this time-honoured phrase, I LOVE YOU, that is left to rot before too long. These days it is nothing untrue a celebrity whispering this feeling to any chummy bird come upon today, and to the other very next day. As a trendy cloth in-vogue he chucks one away as junk for another.

Is this the ethic Jesus conveyed? Is this the morality ever venerated? Is this the message from Eliot’s Sadly, now it is almost impossible to fancy Wordsworth’s Lucy. The divine love romance of Romeo and Juliet is only in our remote fantasy. Decadence, with the mind cluttered with such nonsensical whims, now the sun-like resplendent love attribute in us has virtually been eclipsed.

Down to earth, love, a sweet, nay, a divine phenomenon is another manifestation of God. The Almighty, being too merciful, has endowed mankind with this blessed attribute. It is a transcendental highway that takes one near to divinity. Felicity, knowledge and enough are the spontaneous offspring of this uncanny phenomenon. No amount of worldly pleasure can ever outweigh it. Before it our crazy self-devised sensual enjoyment sound trivial. Truly, love is a metaphor for bliss and being absolutely a spiritual subject the material world can never outpace it.

Nonetheless, sense world also being yet another inconceivable masterpiece of the same Maker, it can be well pronounced as an innate catalyst that may give further push for the love-bond to be strengthened. Behold, the sex like nothing on earth, the finest of all senses, is utterly for love. Love comes first; sex may follow on its own accord, effortlessly, instinctively. Sex is the expression of love. Love does take a deep breath in sex. Selflessness, unparallel devotion, total submission is the principal perquisites under which this spontaneous sex is allowable. In love the lovebirds surrender their identities. There remains the feeling that one is continuing the existence for the other.

Lastly, but very noteworthy, by nature, love draws its nourishment through the senses, but essentially in the serene ambiance of mind, silence and secrecy. In love, silence is more eloquent. The frantic roar of sense-world activities may scare away the soul of love. Behind the placid cover of secrecy the spiritual relationship takes to its root. Symbolically, if the concrete tree is the gross body, the hidden root is the sex and the absolute tree in bloom is love, which is the sole goal of life.

by -- Salil Gewali,

Bara Bazar, Shillong-793002

Meghalaya

Email: sgewali2000@yahoo.co.in