It all started with a conversation. Thanks go to Mehrow Umer.
Today, I shall wax poetic about the wonders of the Urdu language.
You know how in English "I love you" is the phrase that is assigned so much weightage and yet so little? Let me explain. People throw it around like they are playing catch with each other, applying it to almost every facet of their relationships - making it slightly bourgeois. There isn't any development you know?
This is where Urdu comes in. In Urdu, there are literally degrees of love.
It all starts with Pasand (stage zero), which may range from the appreciation of form, to respect for someone's intellect or the affinity you experience for a certain personality. It is the most basic feeling you build on. It's not quite love but it's all about getting there.
It hurtles into Mohabbat, love in the most fundamental sense of the word. It's when you are overrun and awed by someone, when you look for someone in the corridors and gasp inwardly every time you discover something new. When you understand so little, yet are still willing to push boundaries. Magic, is what it is.
Then comes Pyaar, recognizing yourself in the other person - exploring the depth of that connection you formed when you first met or even locked gazes. It's about establishing an unbroken connection - solid and enduring. It's not having to say anything, while saying everything. It's just comfort - lacking the unsure spattered all over the beginning chapters.
Ishq is the third stage, which I think is the personification of passion - the point where you're ready to throw caution to the wind and just... leap. It's just the thrill... that passes through you and reverberates through your entire system at a mere thought. It's the trust between two people. It's falling together.
And last but certainly not least is Deewangi. When I write this word, all I can think of is madly spinning round and round in the pouring rain and just... losing yourself. You just cease to exist individually and meld. You're the same half of a universal whole. It's complete and utter surrender.
Fin.
There you have it folks. Until next time.
