LOVE IS EASY BUT I AM BUSY

Yesterday, I was heading towards BKC for an event. A thousand thoughts running through my mind—And then… TRAFFIC. The kind that makes you question every life decision, including why you ever thought Mumbai roads would be kind to you. And then, through this symphony of chaos, one auto-rickshaw caught my eye. On the back, written in bold letters:

"Love is easy, but I am busy."

I wasn’t sure if I should be offended, inspired, or straight-up take notes. What level of confidence is this? What kind of main-character energy does it take to announce to the world, “Yes, love is knocking, but no, I have Excel sheets to update”? It’s like saying “I know you want to see me, but I am busy in CC.” And because I had a LOT of time (thanks to Mumbai traffic), I thought—let’s analyze this.

This phrase consists of two statements:

"Love is easy."
"But I am busy."

Let’s break it down.

First Statement: "Love is easy."

According to research, 70% of new relationships (especially among heterosexual couples) don’t even survive the first year. Forget long-term—most of them can’t even survive past “khaana khaya?” texts.
A study in Evolutionary Psychology found that half the adult population faces difficulties in maintaining relationships and spends considerable time being single.
And forget science. Logically speaking, how can something that involves math be easy? Calculating replies, their every lil action, attention. OH! Too much math!!

Second Statement: "But I am busy."

Let’s look at some real stats on how “busy” we actually are:

An average person spends 2.5 hours daily on social media. So, let’s be honest, we aren’t busy—we are just lost in reels of yeshu di balle balle or why Beerbiceps should just go to jail.
Studies show that the average office worker is productive for only 2 hours and 53 minutes a day. The rest is spent pretending to work while all you could think of is eating.
The same people who say they’re "too busy for a relationship" are replying to security dadas’ “suprabhat” messages with a sunflower.

Just then, my phone rang. It was my dad, asking, "What's your mom's favorite ice cream flavor?" After 28 years of marriage, he still doesn’t remember it, but he never forgets to bring her ice cream.

When I think about them, all the science and math fall apart. Maybe love really is that simple. They’ve spent their lives so busy raising us, doing everything right, that they never had time to focus on what went wrong. Maybe that’s the secret. Love isn’t about overanalyzing or keeping score. It’s about being busy in the right ways—showing up, day in and day out. So, maybe that rickshaw had it right all along and just needed a little fix... I almost felt like wiping that "but" out because Life would be so much more beautiful if it just said:

 "Love is easy, and I am busy."