Let’s talk about Lovve bay-beh!
“We had that talk… it was scary…”
“Awww… What was scary sweetheart?” (Sometimes I cannot believe I am capable of talking like that, well, surprising myself makes life more interesting).
“He ummm… said some pretty serious stuff…”
“Ohhh… the next ‘phase’ eh?” (Again! Did I just say that?!)
“Don’t say that!”, she said in an annoying squeak. (Uhuh.)
We are twenty-three. Okay, let’s just stick to the 20-25 box that we tick in surveys, etc. So, we are the 20-25 age group box tickers. Then, why are we having the “talks”? Aren’t we supposed to stay away from them? (And why am I helping her have the talks?!) What happened to commitment phobes?! What happened to the crappy men out there?! What happened to use & throw! (In most cases, Ummm I made out with someone else, I was really drunk… Please forgive me? What? NO WAY. Okay. Back to the someone else.) What happened to steering clear of “scary” conversations unless of course both parties are extremely drunk as a result of which have lost all their inhibitions. So, what happened to us? I refuse to accept “we grew up” as an answer. That is so NOT true. A lot of us are still looking forward to further studies, or better jobs – higher CTC, or in some cases – more experience (more stories to tell my children hmmm…) Without all these very important achievements, why would you go ahead and have the “talk”? In answer someone very wise said, “Everyone goes through this… We will too one day, so why freak out by a discussion today?” Hmmm… Why indeed? (I hate it when people calmly destroy my OhmygodI’msogoingtodriveyouinsanewithmyrant moment).
Well, I blame it on the weather. Dilli ki Sardi!
In October-November, every year, Delhi falls in love. Delhi falls in love all over again. Delhi has crushes. Delhi cribs about being single and goes out hunting! My personal belief is that it has been happening since the sarais were founded. The pretty princesses must have fallen for the victorious prince or the royal guard or the masseuse or whoever they fancied. The beautiful calligraphic notes on parchment, the flowers exchanged or messenger-ed, the dried autumn leaves that would give away their secret rendezvous… Hmmm… The lattice-work windows through which you would wait and get a glimpse of your Prince Charming… Please excuse me, while I go and throw up… I cannot believe I just typed that! Well, have you ever seen someone staring at someone for so long that they get kissed cause the kisser is probably sick of being stared at (okay, maybe just uncomfortable… okay fine, s/he really truly wanted to!) Well, I think Delhi is going through this stare-till-you-get-kissed phase. It’s also going through the let’s hold hands, let me cling on to you, let me lean a little closer and have a perfectly innocent expression on my face while I ensure that you turn bright pink! The couples are everywhere! Aaah… that explains the “I hate being single” rant all my single friends have recently adopted. It truly is the weather for coffee, cigarettes and conversations (chai for me please)… If you aren’t in love already, you’re falling in love or you’re just “crushing” on someone! It’s romantic and thank god not pink… It’s the kind of weather that makes even a lazy couch potato like me want to walk around in Connaught Place and stuff my face with Wenger’s pastries! And it’s the kind of weather to sit back and observe people at get-togethers. People definitely affected by Mohabbat-Man (I love Om Shanti Om). So, recent observations are noted in the following paragraphs!
It is apparent, that a very close friend of mine has fallen in love… she refuses it outright, but we can all see it. He’s not her type, she cribs. He’s too different from the kind of person she always hoped to end up with, etc… etc… How do we know? How do two people fall for each other and even without shouting it from the rooftops ensure that all their friends just know? Do we only know because we know a part of the couple so well? Or can anyone figure it out… As mentioned earlier, in Delhi winters the jaded, snooty Delhites become romantics… and the city does become the “dilwalon ki dilli” that it was known as when half of India hadn’t decided to migrate here. That is when you love Lutyen’s Delhi – the trees, the sun, the crisp wind, and the gorgeous-ness that is Delhi. Even I (and my friends will vouch for my aversion to walking) wouldn’t mind just walking in CP. Also, the weather ensures non-frizzy hair and negligible chances of outbursts or oily T-zone! Everything, almost everything, is perfect! And it becomes difficult not to spot people looking happy, or dreamy, or for the lack of better words, in love… So, this close friend of mine is in love… She will never accept it or announce it. But when he looks at her from across the room, you can feel the butterflies in her stomach flapping around like maniacs… you can also see her blush despite the candlelight. Oh… and the tilting of the head… It’s adorable… NOT!
I truly believe that you can always spot a couple from the way the guy leans in to whisper something into the girl’s ear and the way she tilts her head and gives him her best smile/ giggle… Hmmm… Women! Sometimes, you wonder why people claim not to get us, and then there are times when I resign to the fact that I will never understand any of them, despite being a member of the club!I started writing this post, ignoring the fact that their canoodling makes me roll my eyes…! (not really ;)) I decide to write something happy for once (!) and well, despite the giggly friend, and her besotted beau (ewww), and the meaningful glances exchanged for one and all to notice, and the-very-close-to-giving/getting-a-lap-dance way of sitting and the obsessive photography of each other… I continue writing when suddenly, another usually giggly friend decided to stop… well… stop giggling. Suddenly. After a really long time, something that had seemed over and taken care of resurfaced. That’s what women do; they never really bury something once and for all. They pretend all’s well, and they go about their laughing and talking and flirting and dressing up and haircuts (try and understand the importance of dramatic haircuts/ piercings/ tattoos in getting over boys/men and the hair-styling, shopping, accessorizing to get with new boys/men)… they do ALL this… they don’t talk about him, or they talk to him and it all seems fine… until, one fine day, they inform you that they have re-started the obsessing, the thinking, the digging what they had buried. Why? No effing clue. What about men? Well, men only pretend (unsuccessfully) to get over someone if they have been asked to… they truly get over their special someone when they feel like it. Once they decide it’s over. It is. They carry on with their lives… blah blah blah. Truth is, they are just like women; they probably don’t talk about it as much. But when it comes to not being sure, not getting closure, obsessing over one person… Men and Women are exactly the same, no matter what Sex & the City preaches…! It’s unbelievable, after being the official agony aunt for ummm well forever! I am completely unaware of the secret formulae to figure out the EQ and RQ (emotional and relationship respectively) of men and women. I don’t understand them.Today, I thought I did (when I started writing this post) but then I too can be wrong sometimes… I knew a friend, and I knew her fixation wasn’t really over. I knew she won’t stop obsessing and will take her own sweet time to get “closure”. And I also know that another friend will fall for the guy she wants to fall for but is too scared to accept the want/ desire to fall for him. What I didn’t know was why exactly was she scared? ‘Cause we are all supposed to be scared and freak out once it gets too serious! Because after all we are still incapable of taking care of ourselves, how will we manage to take care of another fully grown human being! They already know what they want and have life figured out, it isn’t as simple and telling a kid “Soja beta soja, varna Gogo aa jayega!” So, why is it that we let ridiculous clichés run our lives? Why is the grass always greener on the other side? Why do I listen to the same person whine when they are single, complain when they are flirting/getting to know someone; and freak out and complain that they are scared once they start getting emotionally attached to the person they were looking for when they were whining! Romance, relationships, and retarded behaviour – all go hand in hand! But at least I hear laughter sometimes… I wish all of us would just hold on to that laughter… or at least a smile!So, smile… and just enjoy the effing moment ‘cause December will be one insanely cold month!
