First set, two love!

THUNDER, LIGHTNING and clouds. Time for masti, madness and `Ilu ilu'. With Cupid going great guns watch out lest you get ensnared in tightening coils of passion.

It's a condition of mind in which the mind is out of condition. Do you miss a heart beat, feel the pulse accelerate or wanna shake a leg? Don't chicken out. It's perfectly in sync with the times. It takes two. One reserved and subdued, other playful and sprightly. Or may be, one aggressive and audacious, the other shy and docile. Or sometimes both reserved and lost in their own worlds .. till they come together. It's called romance and it takes two...

Speak low, if you speak of love. Never. A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. Blame it on the `mausam'. Getting wet in the rim-jhim is like striking the match, the pent- up emotions flaming into passion. Yeah - romance is in the air. It's so wrong, yet so perfect. Made up of stolen moments - bitter, sweet and poignant. Every moment a perfect moment, outweighing eternity - richer than damnation.

It's the time of the year when one is in a state of perpetual anesthesia. A time when one sees Madhuri Dixits in ordinary lasses and Shah Rukh Khans in average lads. Hyderabadis know it all. The Laila-Majnoos know where to head for a no-holds-barred experience. The Indira Park is the place for dalliance. Here the hottest fires are kindled by a word, sparked by a glance and fanned by a touch.

The hi-tech city has sure come a long way. Lots of water has flown under the Musi - nay every nook and cranny of this hoary metropolis. There is a revolution in manners and mores. Young guys and gals are no longer content to exchange shy glances or mouth amorous ghazals. They refuse to be tied down by tradition. They damn well want to date and reach out. Yes, the love-birds want emotions to rule their lives rather than reason. So it is love blooming at parks, clubs and discotheques.

Come to think of it romance runs in the very blood of Hyderabadis - the city founder himself being a big `aashiq' of Bhagmati. But that's a royal affair fit for kings. For ordinary mortals there is no happiness in love, except at the end of an English novel.

But as the die-hard romantic says even love unreturned has its rainbow. If you are lucky enough to have found love, celebrate it. Give it a home.

By J.S. Ifthekhar

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