Love in the time of protest

‘Love in the time of Cholera’ is award winning Spanish novel by the Gabriel Marquez. I haven’t read it till now. But I watched the movie on it. Adaptation. Its nice movie includes marriage, love, sex, stability, betrayal and of course “attractive” scenery of British lifestyle. Okay; imitation is philosophical act but sometime it is fugitive, unnatural and often copies the popular culture like Bollywood. In Indian context; writing a catchy phrases which follows popular, very popular texts is always been nepotist idea; I believe. It is access, affordability and… let it be.

I read; these of ‘love in the time of protest’ recently…

What came in my mind first is what a crap!!!… but then I realised criticising kind of article makes me villain.. because bramhin ladies who love Paro… will start rumor’ing again. And I have promised myself that I shouldn’t attract bramhin disappointment always… Par kya karein dil aur dimaag manta hi nhi… Disappointments is like opposite of me… It attracts me. 😀

Matlab bas bata rha hun…
Ek journo-filmmaker friend itta chillata hai jab bhi woh protest jaake aata hai.. par dusra side nhi batata… matlab ke.. he is so stupid that he changes his name while police asks him; then why he is going there? Yakshaprashna… Other lady – bramhin friend, frustrated always by seeing the present situation; she cries also every evening… but she founds a ‘male body’ every end of the day…

This journo filmmaker finally found a girl-friend during the protest; they are thinking to go in relationship… these bramhin lady yet to find her male or female partner (I dont know what her orientation)… But yeah; the love in the time of protest… so catchy…

Well, Criticism is very important component of every day struggle. If nobody hearing criticism; one can fly in the air when it is lack. The idea of living in time of violence is disillusioned. They haven’t seen the worst then. Love is not love or love is not taboo or something like that… Love is fucking political economy around you. Love is choice, taste, perspective, aesthetics and more important your feeling and emotion with your social political and economical fear. Love is the mirror; what you like and desire from your caste class position. Love is just not love. And love is also not the toy or root of causes. Don’t be like Bollywood. Learn to live and let live others.

Note :
समतेच्या वाटेनं
कॉलेजच्या लाइब्ररीत
दोस्ती झिंदाबाद
वारा पदर डोळ्याला
अशी काही गाणी ऐकली आहेत मी.. “लव्ह इन द टायम ऑफ प्रोटेस्ट” म्हणे…


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