WHAT’S MODERN ABOUT LOVE?

Examining romance in our times of instant digital gratification

his beloved on bended knee in a private moment, things have changed a bit. I was shocked to recently see a Facebook album with a couple in the midst of a proposal scene, shot by a hired photographer, documenting the moment from his hideout!

So we can safely agree, then, that modern love is not a private affair. Whether a couple is checking into a fancy hotel for a staycation or just lounging around their house on a Sunday afternoon, incessant sharing keeps the love alive, ostensibly. It’s not just Virushka or Deepveer

Love in the time of Late capitalism

Then there’s the issue of romantic tributes. Late capitalism puts the poor lover with a sizeable disposable income in a tight spot. With endless access to products of every kind, from portable music speakers to the rarest of rare first-edition classics, there’s no excuse for being a bad gifter any more. I’ve disgraced myself so completely on this count that I should probably just stay quiet on the matter. But how not to comment on the lengths to which the freshly-smitten or chronically erring go to in order to please or placate that special someone? If it’s not Christmas, it’s Valentine’s Day. Or then it’s a birthday or an anniversary. Each occasion must be marked by a shopping expedition, online or otherwise, yielding the most customised gifts. The top rung of the amorous gifting ladder is occupied by the surprise party, where the most fun is actually had on the Whatsapp group planning it. The real event, with its literal fun, is inevitably a letdown. The party does, however, have an afterlife in cleverly-captioned photographs on social media, shared strategically over the years. Modern love in its full glory.

stove or microwave?

There’s one strand of modern love that I whole-heartedly endorse. Who can resist the charms of a box of sushi electronically ordered by an admirer from hundreds of miles away, delivered to rid you of midwinter ennui? Or a piping hot pizza? Or a sinful slice of dark chocolate cake? Ditto for flowers delivered urgently. Or even a poem quoted at an apt moment thanks to the endless beneficence of Google. The instant age has its unique romantic gratifications that cannot be denied.

Whether we call love classical or modern or even postmodern, some things remain the same. The sleepless beginnings and the sudden struggles. The foolish nicknames and little triumphs. The dodging of each other’s friends and giving-in to families. For all the electronic progress of our digital times, a groggily-made morning cup of chai still has the power to reduce the weak-hearted among us to romantic fools. It makes no difference if it’s made on the stove or using the microwave.

modern Love is not a private affair. incessant sharing keeps the Love alive, ostensibly.