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True Love


Rama consigned Sita to the flames.  Krishna made many husbands cuckolds.  And they are our gods.  Their love ought to be true love.  Really?

Helen and Paris loved each other and started a war which killed thousands of people.  Was that true love?

Antony loved Cleopatra to such an extent that they died for each other, killing many in the process.

Jesus Christ loved mankind so much that he let himself be crucified and then went on to be worshipped as a god.  True love?

The Buddha was not much of a lover, I think.  He was too indifferent.  But if we were to live with him, we would have found him the ideal human being, almost a god.  Indifferent.  But never judgemental.  Eccentric and yet the most sane.  True love?

Mother Teresa loved everybody because she saw the face of Jesus in everybody.  She loved Jesus.  Not Tom, Syed or Hari.  Was that true love?

Mahatma Gandhi loved his principles more than his wife or children.  True love?

I love Mr Narendra Modi because there is no connection between what he says and what he does.  I think that is true love. In today’s world.


PS. Written for the latest Indispire theme.
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  1. Roohi BhatnagarOctober 31, 2015 at 6:54 PM

    There is only one true love: love of Self :) Even parents love their offspring because they are a manifestation of their ego. No?

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 1, 2015 at 9:29 AM

      If people really loved themselves they would love others too. ?

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  2. UnknownNovember 1, 2015 at 2:58 PM

    All it has to do with True love is the Feel-Good factor. Love is the purest way to feel about someone. The more you do, the merrier is your adaptability of true love :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 1, 2015 at 3:29 PM

      Of course. All human love is limited and conditional. Even divine love is, apparently. Feel-good, yeah, I guess that's it.

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  3. sunaina sharmaNovember 1, 2015 at 5:38 PM

    Being a subjective emotion, love is bound by its own limitations. For Buddha, don't you think being indifferent is a wrong word? Unaffected yes, indifferent, I don't think so.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 1, 2015 at 6:05 PM

      If we take indifference positively, the way Buddha took it, the word is good, I think. Indifference is more profound than unaffectedness.

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  4. Sunshine-struckNovember 2, 2015 at 12:37 PM

    "Rama consigned Sita to the flames. Krishna made many husbands cuckolds. And they are our gods. Their love ought to be true love. Really?"

    There is clear explanation as to why Rama and Krishna behaved the way they did.
    Rama wanted to show it to the world that Sita was "untouched",but, he knew Sita was untouched.

    Krishna had to grant the wishes of the Gopika Stree(s) to be their husband. Krishna, by instinct and definition, has won and surpassed anything that is humanly, including 'Kama' so, he is not bound by any women or desires.

    This is the right way to interpret, according to our scriptures.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 2, 2015 at 5:37 PM

      Is there any one particularly right way of interpreting any discourse?

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    2. Sunshine-struckNovember 2, 2015 at 7:33 PM

      I don't know what to say! You always amaze me with your way of thinking. That's it.

      That's in a positive sense.

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    3. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 2, 2015 at 8:36 PM

      The simple truth is that I get into a lot of problems because of my thinking and I don't like it. But I can't help myself!

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  5. MoonNovember 2, 2015 at 12:44 PM

    This is a very critical question, sir. Love is a pure emotion and a feeling which have various manifestations. If there is 'love' it has to be 'true'. Those who are in love don't think about the consequence or the outcome. It's upon us how we look at it.

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 2, 2015 at 5:40 PM

      Agreed. All that i'm saying is love has its limits, limitations and "manifestations" (to use your word). We have to accept that if our love is to be practical and not just an idealistic dream.

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  6. UnknownNovember 2, 2015 at 2:41 PM

    Love comes in different forms and is defined in different ways, by the people who are in love. It is only the person who actually feels can describe what it is. Others can also make guesses :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 2, 2015 at 5:48 PM

      Experience. That's what love really is. Words matter little. Most of the people mentioned in the post are people who had genuine love for others. I'm interested in the essential limitedness of human love. Even gods will arrive at points of despair in their loves. I' m fascinated by a god who can cry out, "my god, my god, why have you forsaken me?" (Jesus)

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  7. Anita SabatNovember 3, 2015 at 5:29 PM

    So many instances of love. But, love means different things to different people...
    They say 'love is blind' :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalNovember 3, 2015 at 7:14 PM

      At a certain period in life, love is blind. After that the eyes open :)

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