Tuesday, July 31, 2012

An ode to the love letter…


For a long time people have resorted to writing letters when expressing feelings. This would be logically contradictory, because one would assume that in expression of feelings, a face to face delivery would prove to be of great advantage since one can use facial and hand gestures and expressions to better “express” things. But I guess the problem with a face to face rendezvous is the fact that you can’t undo anything. If you say something stupid or show how nervous you really are, it becomes difficult to take it back or change what has happened. But then, one can argue that this problem is equally present for written letters – in fact in this case the writer doesn’t even have the advantage of being able to see the reactions of the recipient and change a sentence midway. Thus we come to the momentously tricky question of why have love letters been so popular a means for expression for so long.

In the earlier times one could understand that lack of means of communication as well as logistical constraints would have favoured the written letters as the latter can be written at one’s leisure and transported through a multitude of ever-willing messengers. Another major advantage of the written letter was that it allowed young men, in the pre-Google days, to rely on well-intentioned friends or acquantainces to compensate for one’s lack of knowledge about market practices – especially successful ones – in conquests of such delicate nature. Of course, one could also subscribe to the rather dramatic usage of ink-substitutes like blood etc. to put one’s case across in stronger terms.

Cut to the present day, the written word affords more benefits. A guy who may be petrified at the idea of going and pouring his heart out to his female object of affection may write a two-bit love note and find himself suddenly being described as being “cute” or “sweet” by the same lady for the same. Not that it is necessarily a good thing to happen for the young man – as that reaction may mean absolutely anything at all – some of them even complete literal opposites of the words. 

It may simply mean that the lady has concluded that the guy is a completely harmless creature and is actively now considering getting herself a pet whose behavior matches that of the guy in question. 

It may also indicate that the guy is categorized as a boy rather than a man, and his status is very similar to that of the little sparrow which comes to her balcony every day morning and makes likeable noises. Her impression in this case may be that he wouldn’t know what to do if he is told that her parents are out for the weekend; even after underlining the fact that she was alone.

Alternatively, it may have been a result of something as innocuous as the pink spotted socks he was wearing when last seen by the lady in question, and may therefore be only a function of the colour and pattern of what he has literally landed in.

But we digress from the main question at hand.

One ends this little note by presenting a set of collated statistics on the subject and leave the subject open for debate and application.

  •  More than 82% of relationship proposals in the US and about 73% of those in India are initiated by the male gender.
  • The success hit ratio of relationship proposals in the BRIC countries is estimated to be averaged around 1 : 17.3
  • The hit ratio seems to be strongly correlated to the language used – those in English have less than half the probability of success than those in any other language. ( This may be partially because a lot of other languages – Hindi for example, doesn’t have direct equivalents of “cute/sweet”.  It may be worthy to note here that Bengalis fare quite similar to those who have used English – again probably because Bengali language has something called “a shona”)
  • 43% of females, on receiving a love note on a mobile accept that their first notion was that it is a forwarded joke. 37% of them also accept that they forwarded it to their friend list as well before later realizing that it was a private communication.
  • 89% of males in India who had rejected a proposal admit that they were still friends with the female who had proposed, and spent an average of 1.8 hours a week in talking to her with content categorized under “providing emotional support”.
  • 69% females admit that they made a mistake in rejecting an erstwhile proposal because they were waiting for their prince on a white horse. ( Come on man – I mean how many people own a horse in the first place nowadays ? )
  • Only 8% males believe that they made a mistake in rejecting an erstwhile proposal. More than 66% of the males who rejected one believe that the female who had proposed was an ever bigger b**ch that what they believed at the time they made the decision. ( A related statistic may be that about 86% of the males between the age group of 40 and 50 who believe in the presence of God say that their belief really got strong during the period when they were 25 to 30 )
  • 84% of the recipients of love letters or notes as one may be inclined to describe sometimes say that it was written in the form of poetry. 47% report that a line or two from a famous movie was used, and about 77% report that the proposer had claimed that he/she would find it impossible to continue to live if the proposal was rejected.
  • Lastly, the author of this piece has used the written form for 50% of the 2 proposals he has made in life, and is still perennially mulling over the effect of his success at the same.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Moment of truth – Eternal wait…



He waits for her,
Patiently at times, impatiently at others,
Not knowing what to expect, not being able to stop hoping and planning,
Ambitious by nature - aggressive by instinct,
Not wanting to own for once, but certainly desiring some moments of own;
Seeking passion and peace at once, madness and sanity in co-existence…

The build-up necessarily difficult, 
Operational problems necessarily persistent,
How can it be worthwhile without the fight,
How can there be an easy solution in sight,
When the premise is complex, but the corollary simple,
The feet are heavy but the heart so nimble…

The pain so refreshing, the loneliness so amusing,
With clarity so dangerous that it calls to leave everything aside,
With a voice so definitive that it takes him on a crazy ride,
Decisions to be taken that may lead to an earthquake or two,
But without which he feels pitifully being caged in a zoo;

To leave everything and be or to have everything and not to be,
That, for him, is the tradeoff which has come to be…

It is as if his entire life has led to this one moment of risk,
All the poison concentrated in this one look of that hidden basilisk;

But funnily it is not doing anything that feels dangerous,
It is not making any sound that seems the most sonorous,
For life is calling while death wails,
Sometimes over chats and sometimes over mails…