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Cover Story | First Person III














        What is

         Love

















        Manoj Maheshwari has a brief chat with Khalil Gibran on the vexing question


        The editor said: Write me a piece on Love….           are hard and steep. And when he speaks to you
         Love….what can I say about love? What can I pen      believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your
        that is not corny or hackneyed? I was in a real       dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
        quandary and at my wits end….and then a bulb lit      For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify
        up……                                                  you.......”
         I decided to call Khalil Gibran….the man              By now, I was even more confused on the concept
        whose philosophy made a whole generation feel         of love and seriously questioning my sanity in
        intellectual and uplifted…..surely if anyone knew     calling Khalil Gibran for the true essence of love....
        about love it was HE….and so I picked up my            There was silence for a moment and then a small
        magical device and called the Prophet himself….       laugh....”In the material world, we are all given
         The signal whirled through ether and unknown         to pontificating....writing in a manner that most
        dimensions and then..... a deep voice answered….      people think is intellectual....we need to market
        “This is Khalil...how may I enlighten you?”…          and sell ourselves...but now? Now I can truly give
         I was in conversation with the Master himself….      you my interpretation of love....
        and hopefully asked “Oh Master, what is the true       Love is a spontaneous joy within a person.
        essence of love?”                                     It needs to come from within and is neither
         I waited for the literary pearls of wisdom and       binding nor possessive... love does not impose
        a philosophical soliloquy, but… the answer was        but liberates... Love is not selfish nor can it be
        nothing like I imagined...                            contaminated by hate, jealousy, doubts, anger, or
         “Love my son? Do you still try to unravel the        possessiveness.
        vagaries and mysteries of love? Were my teachings      Love cannot be intellectualised or analysed - love
        not enough to show you the light?”                    is all heart and true emotions - an ecstasy beyond
         As I had but a hazy recollection of the teachings of   description...”
        the Great One...I hedged my bets...” Oh Master, I do   Is this me? Or Khalil Gibran? Or love itself? I
        seek pardon....I have imbibed your teachings....”....  can’t say.... all I can say - Love can’t be taught or
        Google came to my rescue as I continued “When         learned...it is in each one of us, we need to find it
        love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways       and define the experience for ourselves...
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