Are You Single?
"Are You Single?"
This is a terrorizing question for all the singles in India today. Why only India? This article would definitely shed some light on this very statement as you go through. The idea of mankind has always been to become a better living organism. The current context puts that in a simple manner. Find yourself a partner and remain happy ever after. The perception is to survive the harsh climatic conditions of this planet in the company of a pleasing companion. Survival of the fittest, as the saying goes. That's a jeopardized form of a spurious illusion where pairing of two species is an automated natural paradox. This is the consequence where the neurons shoot off from the grey cells and activate every other atoms within the periphery of the human body. This is known as love, right? That is the end result. But what about the immediate sojourn? A calamity where one dwells through various stages of self-annihilation wherein the extermination of a diacritic often leads to dolor and lowness. For what? A series of self-justified actions of triumph and fulfillment. The corollary is hardly an astonishment. This is a cycle. This is so routine, plain and boring. In simple words, a stereotyped way of passing off time ever since the historical epoch of hormonal shift till the era when the adrenaline rush freezes. Duh!
That's the Utopian and glamorous side of the male group of Homo Sapiens Sapiens, at least. Happy Valentine's Day to them. But what about the somber side? The tarrying group of the same species who deserve the National Bravery Award for carrying the load of the 'Being Single' banner. And this group doesn't include the flimsy troop of creatures who has just broken up due to the batty and flaky ups and downs of a relationship. I am referring to the purely single critters who has mastered the art of singularity ever since their creation. Like noble gases, this clan is very rare and non-volatile. Creating bonds is a near impossible mission for them. Added to that, they are also highly endangered.
That's the Utopian and glamorous side of the male group of Homo Sapiens Sapiens, at least. Happy Valentine's Day to them. But what about the somber side? The tarrying group of the same species who deserve the National Bravery Award for carrying the load of the 'Being Single' banner. And this group doesn't include the flimsy troop of creatures who has just broken up due to the batty and flaky ups and downs of a relationship. I am referring to the purely single critters who has mastered the art of singularity ever since their creation. Like noble gases, this clan is very rare and non-volatile. Creating bonds is a near impossible mission for them. Added to that, they are also highly endangered.
Geographical acumen has played a significant part in that. Statistically, let me break down a simple data analysis.
The Population Census of 2011 revealed that the population ratio of India 2011 is 943 females per 1000 males. This data is enough to logically explain every question related to the relationship status of all the singles. Added to that, if a person of that very same country holds a Bachelor's of Engineering degree in Mechanical Engineering, he's literally the truest bachelor by definition in this entire Universe.
'Sakhtt Laundaa' is just a frangible metaphor to shield away the pain and gripe from the outside world. Who wouldn't wish to love or be loved by a perfect damsel and get mystified by their grace and companionship. Unsurprisingly, I fall in that category too. The programming within our desolated mind doesn't contain the cryptograph to converse with a girl in a lucid manner. Coming face to face with a mademoiselle creates ripples around our psyche and cognizance. Not having a suave and aristocratic look doesn't help either. Looks don't matter, they say! But many other factors do, they didn't say! Conforming is key to progress and evolution. Adapting to craggy and a bleak vigor has always been a continuous process until recently, when I faced with an even grouchy question:
"Are you gay?"
'Sakhtt Laundaa' is just a frangible metaphor to shield away the pain and gripe from the outside world. Who wouldn't wish to love or be loved by a perfect damsel and get mystified by their grace and companionship. Unsurprisingly, I fall in that category too. The programming within our desolated mind doesn't contain the cryptograph to converse with a girl in a lucid manner. Coming face to face with a mademoiselle creates ripples around our psyche and cognizance. Not having a suave and aristocratic look doesn't help either. Looks don't matter, they say! But many other factors do, they didn't say! Conforming is key to progress and evolution. Adapting to craggy and a bleak vigor has always been a continuous process until recently, when I faced with an even grouchy question:
"Are you gay?"
You are not ! I'm sure !
ReplyDeleteI loved every single thing you wrote and said .... and so did my dictionary. XD
Great writings ! Made me so gay today! ;)
Haha, you poor soul. Don't worry your future is very beautiful,i can see it. Out of all our friends you will have the most beautiful wife. Mark my words.
ReplyDeleteHaha .... noble gas is a good metaphor . Good writing. 👍
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