Love, in those days

Guy meets girl. Guy intoduces himself to her, gets to know her. Guy falls in love with girl. Girl doesn't love him. Guy commits suicide.

How many movies have we seen with this storyline? But what I'm interested now is the "suicide" part of it.

I agree that committing suicide for love is as stupid as it can get. But just think for a while, if a guy is even willing to go to the extent of killing himself, shouldn't one laud the love he has for that girl?

You and I would NEVER, repeat NEVER, even think of killing ourselves for love. Of cos this doesn't mean that we have stopped loving, it just tells you that these days if you don't get your love, its okay. No sweat, budddy. There are more girls to come.

There used to be a time when guys didn't think of caste, creed, relations, NOTHING. They just used to fall in love with the person they thought they jelled with best. There used to be a time when love didn't see the status of the person; it was just pure, unadulturated love.

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(I've been triggered to write this after I spoke to an important person who described "love" in his campus when he was a college student, some 30 years before)