Love - A beautiful lie.

Please note that the love mentioned in this blog is the love between a male and female.

If there is one thing that is more rotten than any other thing in this world, one thing which hits a person where it hurts the most and reduces him to an absolute idiot, it is Love. Hopeless love, no matter success or failure, would change the way you look at things and stirs up hitherto placid soul into a state of utter chaos.
When you are in love, or for that matter when you were in it and had to get out of it, the temperament which otherwise helped you to take any problem with a philosophical alright would suddenly disappear and is replaced by frustration and irritates you acutely. And, amidst all this you need to pamper your girl if you are in terms with her or frown at her, otherwise. So, no matter what, love sucks the most of you- money, time, brain, parents, friends, sense and sensibility.
In this world of blighters, love is nothing but the name of the way testosterone takes up to the destination it is destined to. There might be people, who with al their might, tend to disagree with me and say that love is pure and all that crap, its all trash, all this purity of love between a male and female is just a sugar coating for bitter truth, on basis of which the world is designed. Love is nothing but the fuel to the world’s most basic motion – Reciprocatory.
Thins don’t end here, love has contributed a lot to the commercial world; the first and foremost thing being the cell phone. If you know a person whose telephone bills increased by 900% and you hardly remember when he called you last time, then a safe assumption is that he is looking a girl. And who is gaining? The service provider. You don’t need to be explained how much the discos, pubs, restaurants, malls, shopping complexes last but not the least the film industry depend on love. They want you to love and seriously so.
I being ever a man of plain speech and reckless plunger in to delicate subjects would conclude that Love is nothing but a beautiful lie. The means for the love might be different, but the ends are same. All roads lead to Rome, all love leads to?
(The statement has been left incomplete as an exercise to the reader)