Employing polyamory

Happily married is jocularly passed off for an oxymoron. Indeed one, in reality. How can one be happy all the time? Happiness is a state of being. Of course marriage comes in the form of a wholesome pack: sharing, caring, of joy and sadness and all its paraphernalia. In quintessence, we’re still the same individuals. A rare fraction cares to respect each other’s individuality while the majority takes things for granted as if it were their birthright. 

Like this popular quote by I don’t know who; “I did not change, I just grew up...!” If only this is understood in its true sense, ah a fairy tale life would be then! The problem arises when people tweak things in accordance to their comfort level. While all of us know that change is the only thing that is constant, it still remains a bitter-pill when it comes to chewing the cud and moving on. 

Who doesn’t enjoy beauty? So where does the question of ‘he/she belonging to someone else’ arise? One’s marital state has nothing to do with this. We enjoy nature, pen poems, sing paeans about its beauty; come on, aren’t we homo-sapiens part of nature too? We could watch and accept an Amitabh Bachan romancing multiple women at a time in reel and real life, all that is in the utopian world though. After all aren’t all the logs of the film-world a reflection of societal mores? So what’s there in walking that extra mile with a good-old boyfriend/girlfriend? Why is it tabooed? Forget polygamy, we human beings are at least poly-amorous. Of course we don’t want to run the risk of multiplying commitments, so just because we like someone other than the knotted-standard who opens the door for us, it does not tantamount to being disloyal. 

Love is but an emotion that sets one free and thinking. The problem arises when we end up doing the thinking for our partners, in the name of LOVE. Two bodies, one soul and all of that is a bunch of bullshit. Get a life! We are first a separate entity by all means then comes any relationship that needs to be tagged along, based on moderation. On top of it all, for goodness’ sake please don’t rate a marriage based on the kids that are produced: for it’s just a by-product. Just because somebody is married with a kid we cannot resolve that life is complete sans any troubles. Little do we realise that it’s a damn Pandora’s Box that opens up! Man watches and plays with his own younger one, and the freaking samsara of life keeps revolving:  punarabi jananam, punarabi maranam. Damn!