So I am 27. My hairline is progressively receding with every orbit of the moon around me. The way tides do. Just that they grow as well. Tides and the moon remind me of beaches. I always dreamt of lying on a beach on a full moon lit night. With someone as soulful as the voice of Loius Armstrong singing 'What a wonderful world'. That reminds me that I have already shortlisted 'Kikli Kaler di' and ''Navrai Majhi'' as two songs I would play during my reception. And I have always dreamt of coming on a white horse in my baraat. That would be my day. And even though I come from a very conservative eastern UP family, I would like the Punjabi dhinchak sets for my marriage. Oh and that 'Rum Rum ..Whiskey'song, I would play that also.
What a wonderful world! Bullshit. The truth is that the hairline is receding. And, I am 27. The potbelly is growing and growing with every night being consumed into 2 bottles of beer. Followed by the routine porn clips. Being in a sales job has its fair share of lonely nights which can be filled only by such frivolous conduct. I despise that, being frivolous at this age. Especially when the porn collection is the same old taken from my MBA campus 2 years ago. The internet sometimes comes to the rescue but I somehow end up on the same old porn clips. My IT undergraduate friends attribute my rather poor googling to some of the skills that I picked up during my MBA. But trust me, it gets really weird when there is no internet connectivity in a Goddamn forsaken place fantasizing on the same old porn clip, again.
I have realized that the best time to get into a relationship is the age of 23-26 for men. And not the kinds of relationship shown in 'Student of the Year', the heroine of which made me feel way way older than I really am, but the martrimonial ones. For women that age is 22- 25. That is the age when they seek partners whom they can settle with. I missed that age. That golden opportunity when the 'bull' can run the market. Unfortunately, I was busy cracking CAT to read the theory of markets by Hull during those days. That only makes me realize now that my options expired a long time ago and the futures are in dubious condition. The exotic bond that I was a few years ago am unfortunately junk now.
And so I, as the sweet good well-behaved Indian son pleased my parents when I accepted their request of arranging for my marriage. I know its like playing all hands blind in 'teen patti' or rather 'once sold, no exchange no refund' but well ....
My parents are happy. At least they are getting busy, now that all their responsibilities are over. I am happy for them. I don't know about myself though. I somehow, whenever I think of my marriage, tend to drift to GOW's Ramadhir Singh telling his son, ' Beta! Tumse na ho payega' ....... The CAT, in someways made a dodo of me!
What a wonderful world! Bullshit. The truth is that the hairline is receding. And, I am 27. The potbelly is growing and growing with every night being consumed into 2 bottles of beer. Followed by the routine porn clips. Being in a sales job has its fair share of lonely nights which can be filled only by such frivolous conduct. I despise that, being frivolous at this age. Especially when the porn collection is the same old taken from my MBA campus 2 years ago. The internet sometimes comes to the rescue but I somehow end up on the same old porn clips. My IT undergraduate friends attribute my rather poor googling to some of the skills that I picked up during my MBA. But trust me, it gets really weird when there is no internet connectivity in a Goddamn forsaken place fantasizing on the same old porn clip, again.
I have realized that the best time to get into a relationship is the age of 23-26 for men. And not the kinds of relationship shown in 'Student of the Year', the heroine of which made me feel way way older than I really am, but the martrimonial ones. For women that age is 22- 25. That is the age when they seek partners whom they can settle with. I missed that age. That golden opportunity when the 'bull' can run the market. Unfortunately, I was busy cracking CAT to read the theory of markets by Hull during those days. That only makes me realize now that my options expired a long time ago and the futures are in dubious condition. The exotic bond that I was a few years ago am unfortunately junk now.
And so I, as the sweet good well-behaved Indian son pleased my parents when I accepted their request of arranging for my marriage. I know its like playing all hands blind in 'teen patti' or rather 'once sold, no exchange no refund' but well ....
My parents are happy. At least they are getting busy, now that all their responsibilities are over. I am happy for them. I don't know about myself though. I somehow, whenever I think of my marriage, tend to drift to GOW's Ramadhir Singh telling his son, ' Beta! Tumse na ho payega' ....... The CAT, in someways made a dodo of me!
