Objectivism applied to the scenario

Being a fan of Ayn Rand, I thought that I would be purely objective about the issue and not account for my gut or intuitive feelings.

My thoughts are:

1. Some of my friends, who've "been with" many girls/womes go to the extent of saying that all girls have an element of a "*****" in them. I never really paid heed to them before. I believe that as soon as love becomes a "take and give" thing, it becomes an arrangement...the same as in the case of a "*****". It is interesting that most women do "need things/sentiments/emotions before they can love".

Of all people, if you did this; All that that has done is that it has made me certain that thea of women being all gentle and sensitive and caring is a fallacy.

Women have increasingly turned masculine. Men are majorly responsible for it as well. It is stupid to overvalue women just by falling for the "one love" logic. It (the one love idea) gives unwarranted leverage to the females.

I can't believe that I have been living through a false idea forever. There is no logical reason for a man to live his life with just one, two, three or for that matter any number of women. The male is logically entitled to look to maximise his opportunities ....as "The selfish gene" by Richard Dawkins puts it: A male must ensure that his gene gets as many replicas as possible. According to him, that is the only reason that makes us feel the need for association with the opposite sex.

I have written what I have from a purely objectivist point of view, and that is not my personal opinion. As an objectivist, I can appreciate that emotions are useless, but the person in myself still sees value in the girl that he loves.

The idea needs to be basically uprooted from my psyche. Its just a predator-prey relationship that the opposite sexes seem to have, the only difference being that both sides are under the delusion of their own version of morality mostly.

Before I mailed.

This is a sample of my sentiments "pre-expression" .

Expressions.

I was just trying to imagine the kind of image that I would have in the eyes of her family members. I do not know how much they know, I do not expect them to be sympathetic though. I do not expect them to understand, most definitely not the brother, who is in the most sensitive position, considering his age and all. I presume that I must be being referred as the “lafanga” or the “loafer” or something of that sort…. I have seen the same being done to a guy by my mother’s family in her native place. I never quite understood why they started hateing that guy so much for loving my maasi (mother's sister). Just because he told that he loved her, he was suddenly a loafer and what not (and before that he used to be very close to our family.) So that is as hypocritical as people get. No surprise for me if the kind of adjectives would be being used for myself.

Again, for me, what matters most is that my conscience stays clear, and that it is. I am proud of myself and for the fact that I truly loved this girl and went ahead with the expression in the most plain possible way. I went on with the sentiments and all only later. I never wanted to manipulate or pressure or "trick" her into loving me and did not. I believed that she somehow was looking for this elusive idea of “true love”. Looking for the same myself, I just had to look to help both of us, right ?

I know that she will probably never read this. I imagine that she has probably been conditioned and "poisoned" against me enough that she would not care even one bit, but the fact remains that she remains obliged to respond to the questions that I have for her.

And these answers are not to be given as much through words as through deeds.
Questions: Why no response to my love ?
Questions: Why fear from love?
Question: Why run away from love?
Question: Why stop talking because I love you? Because I care for you more than the world (except my family members, off course).
Question: Why say “sorry” and not “thank you” ?
Question: Why say “bhool jaao” ?
Question: Why so serious ? :P (okay that was my way of being funny while imitating Heath Ledger)

Question: How much more love can you get in this world …. If for once, you face the fact that this guy from 2000 Kilometers away has travelled 10000 kilometers just for a word with you…just for a sight of you…just for a little sound from your vocal chord to hit his eardrums :P …. You would know that this is just what you might end up seeking for the rest of your life.

I have been with guys….thousands of them….and I hope I find someone soon who is worthy of loving you. I am sure I must not be, but none else has really matched my moral standards… but again, our moral standards may be different.

Maybe a more “Imran Khan” lookalike guy would suit you better….. but maybe looks would matter only for the first few months … and maybe he would still love you the way I would have…..may it happen….but better yet, May you realize what I am …and that I am here with my conscience intact.

I stand my ground when I say that I love you, and god willing, I shall one day come to your father for your hand, that is for sure.

May god (if it exists) grant me the strength for becoming capable enough.

May it grant me the strength to face my fears and sorrows, as and when I am faced with them.

May it keep you happy, and help you see me for what I am.

Amen.

Nahi milte yahan ehsaas nibhaane wale.

Samandar ke kinare hum the der tak lekin
Use to do bund pilana bhi gavara na hua.

Mareinge pyaas me hum, gum nahi iska humko
Unhe to aankh milana bhi gavara na hua.

Badi talaash se paaya tha aapko humne,
Ba-intezaam ye tumko jatayaa humne

Agar wo behaya hote to dard na hota
Magar jo hai nahin, wo usme, gavara na hua.

Ye to maana ke mohabbat nahi karna humse
magar ye baat yaad rakh sako to rakh lena

Kabhi jo ishq kisi se karna, meri jaan
Ummidein apne dilo-jaan me na palne dena

Hazar khwahishein hain aisi jo na poori hongi
Hazaar sapne bhi aise hai jo toote honge,

Magar sukoon hai ke tum jaante to ho ke yahaan
Teri yaadon ke sahare hi jee rahe honge.

Bas ek sawal hai jo beqaraar karta hai
Kabhi kisi se koi yu iqraar karta hai

Koi jazbaat to dil me tere uthe honge
Aji ye pyar hi tha, alaan e jung tha to nahi

Jo dil sawaal kare dil jawaab deta hai
Tum kya samjhoge a dimag ki sunne wale

Kabhi hum bhi aise the, yaqinan meri jaan
Magar ye pyar ne saare samaan badal dale.

Ye faisla ke lab nahi kholeinge kabhi
Badi mushkil se lagta hai ke liya hoga

Magar khayaal ho kahin kisi insaan ke liye,
yehi ek faisla taaumr ki saza hoga.

Jaa rahe the tum mod ke mu humse magar
Kadam ko har kisi yu foonk ke rakha hoga

Khade the hum to wahi raah me ek arse tak
Kabhi dobara tumne gaur na kiya hoga.

Bade gamo se nikal ke thi shayari seekhi
Mile na tum to kya, apni koi aukaat nahi.

Kabhi jo dil ki samajhna to baat kar lena
Magar ehsaan na karna, ye sahi baat nahi

Umar ka raasta lamba hai, mod aaya tha,
Aji aasaani se muh mod ke jaane wale

Jo mud ke dekhte agar to ilm ho jaata
Nahi milte yahan ehsaas nibhaane wale.