I hate the so-called Love stories, here’s why

As I cling to the edge of my chair wringing my fingers together whilst watching the end of the much talked about episode 3 of Game of Thrones Season 8 at 1 am in middle of the night, my head and not so calm senses came up with a revelation that made my tear loaded eyes blink in surprise.

So what is it you may ask?

Ser Jorah’s death makes Daenerys break down in the middle ground.

Poof! Is that all? You wonder.

Well yes. Needless to say, personally this moment revoked a sense of familiarity in me? Any guesses why?

Since the beginning of mankind all classic love stories or not so much laden with love but still referred to as love stories have portrayed one-side lovers and friend zoned men as sacrificers and sung them as heroes. Now now, what’s wrong with it? You may wonder. Let the man at least die in peace, some of you might add but is that what the guy really wants? I wonder.

To be tossed aside as the memorabilia of unrequited love? Right from Severus Snape to the infamous ‘Ram’ in 96, wouldn’t they have actually preferred to hold hands with their ‘love’ and run around trees, feed each other off the same spoon rather leave behind a spew of dust that invokes a feeling of sadness and early stage depression. I know that might stretch it a bit too far and the stories are pretty subjective in fact if you ask me to choose between Khal Drogo and Ser Jorah, you have the answer.

However, it also made me wonder and take a look at the choices we as women make. We do to others what others to do to us in the sense we let the ones who love us hang around limping for we are doing the same elsewhere. Now, I know most of you would come back with the standard ‘We do not get to choose the one we fall for’ but my question is why not?

If you can tune your psyche to go for Chinese and not gobble on roti and dhal for the night, why not make a conscious decision to precariously choose someone who loves you, stands by you and would take a bullet for you; literally of course to the ones who seem like they have it all. Forgive me for being point blank but John Snow was neither ready to let Daenerys easy on the slide of breaking it down to her about him being ‘The Targaryen’ nor was he smart enough to handle Rhaegal during the course of the Long night but Ser Jorah offered her advice and protection where need be and gifted her ‘the dragon eggs’ many seasons earlier if you remember.

I think it’s time we as women (also men or everyone in general ) took a hard look at the bare bones of life, lust and substance. It’s way past the clock for us to not romanticise the idea of single side love stories anymore.

Though it sounds gooey, romantic and makes most of us go ‘awww’ in an oddly selfish way; stories have to be written that reflect and portray characters moving the hell on with life if they are not chosen. Not all of us, will get to be anointed as the Harry Potter (Do you see what I did there? Do you?).

Stories possess the power to mislead people to a great extent. I do not want to walk around with a walker and rock myself on a comfortable chair whilst reading away on my Kindle and wonder why there are so many so-called singles around when I am in my 70’s. I want this generation to pick the crap off its bandwidth on choosing the right person and not go bonkers over Jaanu’s and Khaleesi’s like some wisecrack of a filmmaker loosely put it- if not Trisha, go for Nayanthara.

The world needs to talk more about Snape’s potions and spells, Jorah’s power play techniques, Ram’s photography skills and Aman’s (Kal Ho Na Ho) sense of humour. As my fingers are tired from the typing all day long in grappling with tickets and my thoughts, I choose to digress here with the hope that I have gotten the point across.

P.S. Takeaways from the article above are prone to be subjective, please read it once or twice before drawing conclusions. (Do you again see what I did there? Do you?).

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