Eyes of a Bachelor

Frustration and loneliness – that’s what you might refer to when you hear this dreaded term called ‘bachelor’. You step into a new city, look for a new shelter, and then being defined as someone who can just adapt to worst situations (in terms of having a decent survival, of course!). And then, when you enter your new haven of existence, you realise the woes of staying alone. ‘Oh boy, that’s not what I wanted’ – but then you know that you have to live with it!

The above commentary on a ‘typical’ bachelor’s life might be quite delusory, but what makes this experience unique is the extremely fluctuating index of experiences that one goes through. ‘Empty vessels sound much’ is what we always have believed in (until someone believes in emptying it). Some of those sounds may be highly appealing, but not at all safe for a perfect human mind build-up. You might be wandering where am I actually heading to and why the hell are you supposed to read such a nonsense write-up?! Well, sometimes you need to go through stuff of a different kind!

I just wanted to puke out my satiric experiences that I have been through during the last two years of my stay in the capital city. Well, talking about fashion somehow takes a little time to shadow my thoughts. So, that’s the best thing that I could think about while I was asked to churn out another (I do not like calling it write-up all the time, there’s a better name to it, but that’s unfortunately objectionable). 28^th August, 2010, 11:15 am, New Delhi Railway Station, Platform No. 16 – the first thing that popped in my mind as soon as a I landed the capital city – ‘what on earth has brought me down to a city which known more for its lesser known characteristics rather than its historical and geographical importance?!’

Cruel, merciless and extreme – that’s how I defined this city initially. People rushing, gushing, fighting, screaming and with all their frustration at the tip of their tongue, this overpopulated city just didn’t seem like the kind of place a person like me would end up! The word ‘hate’ was just not enough to associate with this weird metropolis. Why are the people here so rude? Why do they speak that way? Why are they always in a hurry? Do they really know what being humble means? Do they have any slang other than the family-wala ‘gaali’? Why are they so obsessed with show-off? How do these people have so much money to spend? Well, the list of such uncomfortable questions is too long, so better not to reiterate them again right here!

‘Delhi is a city of opportunities, you know’….’Arrey Dilli to Dilwalon ki hai’….’Dude, Delhi girls…I tell you…’ ‘Being a non-veg lover, you should not miss Chandni Chowk’…’Son, beware of the traffic, it’s just so killing…’ – the more you recall, the more you get confused. For guys like me who have grown up under a mix of a little urban and more rural environment, suddenly diving in to a world of too fast and complicated life was just not done. To discover that you are worth a resource investing in is such a wonderful feeling. To know that you are actually capable of performing few tasks is what makes you feel really proud of yourself. But when you realise that you are such a desperate, job-hungry individual who is ready to do all kinds of job under the sun, you really wonder ‘what an ugly and confused soul am I?’

After wandering over all the possible lanes of employability, you finally settle down your mind saying “Enough of this monotonously ridiculous nomadic life, let’s settle down with at least something”. That’s what I did when I discovered that I can write! After 2 years and 12 days in this city, today I realise that staying jobless was a better option for me than actually spoiling my sleep hours. Oh no, don’t get it the wrong way. My dad would definitely feed me if I would have stayed jobless at the age of 26, but adventure and non-reliability would have been something which I could have told my kids and my juniors about! Nevertheless, I don’t mind the job I am in now. At least, something is always better than nothing. Two things which have always bothered me and continue to do so – comparison and expectation. I know this is stupid, but I don’t have anything else to say. I always end up puking out my views just like that. By now, you must have realised about  how uncertain I am about myself. So, before you shower me with all your discontent about reading this nonsense, let me confess – I know what I wrote..!