The Master of Mush - Ekta Kapoorrrr

Ekta Kapoor may not be so famous and legendary in terms of her saas-bahu serials and the usual camaraderie of emotional dramas, but for once, just this once, I like her….I fancy the inflow of mushy love scenes that invoke in me a feeling of love bygone. That romantic music, that long-lasting love sequences that no longer find shelter in today’s paid love, make me spring in my step and instantly transport me in a world full of flowers abloom and love in its full urban high. I accept im kinda unconventional and little bit like an old horse in this aspect, but for me, that’s love. Ekta Kapoor’s serials enunciate the true meaning of love for me, for my heart and for my life…they bring out the joie de vivre, that’s somewhere disintegrated in my body.

The emergence of love is such that nowadays, believe it or not, the hunger of it is more…there are more and more people wanting to be loved rather than to love. It’s unique and in a tumultuous way, it seems piteous that we as modern day man and woman are so helpless when it comes to receiving love…we literally have to graze for it in highlands and where not like a meagre cow, who searches for its fodder. I remember one particular sequence in one of her serials where the main lead actually delivers a huge humdrum on love in sad melancholy and believe it or not, I felt that to some extent it was so true and meaningful for me. I still live in a world where I expect my man to load with me cards with I LOVE YOU written all over it, to shower me with excessive attention , give me unasked surprises and last but not the least, make time out and just gaze in each other’s eyes for eternity…Ahhhh!! My thirst is endless…but what to do. I am bluntly romantic and Ekta Kapoor’s serials make me more delved into the dream world of love. The chup-chup ke milna, the dhire-dhire se paas aana and blah blah…ummm…sounds just so much like my name…sweet & honeyish!!

In an age where the hubby and the wifey both need separate master bedrooms for both their dilemma days , my kinda love is like chalk and cheese…too lovey-dovey and yes, with a pinch of spice in it…

Wires of Love...

I often think what the night holds,
I often crib about what u seem like,
Mirages of your shadows often flash, and
Talk through the mirrors of thoughts to mine…

Sensations of the times gone by,
Irritations of the days we did not spend awhile,
Will always mar,
Somehow, it will always scar.

Sane was I who loved you insanely,
The detriment it caused was indeed heavenly,
No longer did I think of your absence,
As you are still present in me, bodily.

Forlorn is my mind,
Innocuous is my heart,
Alas!
What immorality has ensued….

Wires of Love

I often think what the night holds,
I often crib about what u seem like,
Mirages of your shadows often flash, and
Talk through the mirrors of thoughts to mine…

Sensations of the times gone by,
Irritations of the days we did not spend awhile,
Will always mar,
Somehow, it will always scar.

Sane was I who loved you insanely,
The detriment it caused was indeed heavenly,
No longer did I think of your absence,
As you are still present in me, bodily.

Forlorn is my mind,
Innocuous is my heart,
Alas!
What immorality has ensued….