IS IT LOVE, OR AM I JUST KIDDING?
By Neel Anil Panicker
The contentious nature of some debates ensures that however much and appreciable are the efforts to keep the conversation speeding smoothly on the even path of deductive logic, sooner or later one is bound to derail as one strives but miserably fails to steer clear of the bumpy roads that are liberally peppered with more pot holes than there are pockmarks on a chicken pox ravaged visage.
Add to that the mindless chatter of the ubiquitous donkeys and their canine cousins (all metaphorical, I may add here!) that rules the airwaves, and what you get is inane, headless talks that keep ever going off the rails and fast careening southwards.
The other day I was part of one such ‘vibrant’ discussion and as the hours sped by well into the night, things had turned decidedly ribald with all the know all talking heads fighting for or against the topic at hand which was: What comes first love or lust?
It soon dawned on all of us that there wasn’t any definitive answer to this centuries old beguiling question, much like there isn’t a very convincing theological, scientific, or otherwise answer to that age mother bouncer of all questions: what came first_ the chicken or the egg?
They were a made for each other
She fell in love; he rose in lust.
If you get caught it is cheating
If you don’t get caught it is mating.