08/27/2006
Aye chand khoobsurat
Single people have a lot of time on their hands, who, if they are brainy like me, will use it judiciously. By single people, I don't necessarily mean those who are not (yet) hitched. I mean even those who cannot stand the sight of their spouses or better-or-worse halfs for reasons only they know and have mutually decided to take a break. But for simplicity's sake, we'll take single to mean single, as in unhitched. We the single belong to the lowest stratum of acceptable society. And by acceptable society, I mean the one that hasn't yet heard of six degrees of separation. I mean, it's just five intermediaries standing between Gorg Clooney and I, going by the six degrees theory, right?
Coming back to singledom, we are either shunned by our well-meaning friends or invited to dos out of pity or downright ignored, as if to convince themselves that if they ignore us long enough, we'll perhaps slink away to get hitched somewhere somehow somewhat somewhen. Even worse, when we are invited to dos, it's because they've come to know of another single Sad Sack (all necessary references to straight, gay, bisexual, trisexual, etc. are left to you, the reader) who's kind-of-but-not-exactly-looking to get hitched. It's worse when you're older and they want to hook you up with the next available single guy or girl they meet. I mean, don't they know at least by experience that two potbellies do not an ideal mating situation make, pun intended? I'm not being a bitch. Really, I'm not. It's just my way of telling you how I spend my spare time, which I have loads of. I mostly spend it overanalysing people's attitudes and actions and how they adversely affect my chances of getting, um, hitched.
From different windows
We look at the same moon
Together, apart
Okay, I can't rhyme for nuts
Single people write crappy poetry. Most of them, at least. I mean, anyone can write about 'waiting for the day my inner demons meet yours' or 'invisible ghosts lurking somewhere in the shadows that follow me around'. But how many are brave enough to write about living amidst the people that they have to for as long as they're alive? They overlyricise sometimes, I feel. Why am I writing this? This is to tell you that I cannot for the life of me write a decent rhyme anymore. When I'm bored with overanalysing, I spend my time blaming my shortcomings on the world and its ways and generalising it till I convince myself that I'm not the one who's lacking in anything, it's the world that is.
The moon's shining bright
My love's taken flight
And there are a million stars
All aglow in the sky tonight...
Along with getting to the point of being totally jaded, reaching the pinnacle of cynicism, going through catharses galore or at least pretending to, finding, losing and regaining my sense of humour, and still waiting for an ideal tomorrow, I seem to have lost my ability to easily spot the lesser of two evils everytime I have to choose between two. I mean, which is more overwhelming? Too much too soon or too little too late? Yes, when I'm not doing the first two, I ask myself these inane questions masked as introspection. Two-bit philosophy, if you please. I mean, why should I be scared of the moon one night in a year when I spend the rest of the year marvelling at it? Yes, there is a rabbit inside it. I'm convinced of it. And I'm sure it's made of cheese. Cheese should at least be reason enough to want to look at the moon every chance I get. And it is tonight that it will be at its most beautiful. But would I rather look at the moon tonight and chance an unpleasant episode in the next one year or would it be better to sentence myself to house arrest post noon?
Of rabbits and shimmer
And warm, melted cheese
And tiny little pieces of romance,
If you please...
I'm sorry, Mr. Moon. I just can't see you tonight.
Tu bhi akela iss duniya mein
Main bhi akela(i) yahaan
Yeh bebasi ab hum dono ko
Le jaaye jaane kahaan...
00:00 Posted in Life | Permalink | Comments (29) | Email this
Comments
"Single people write crappy poetry"...hmmm :-?
Posted by: Shashank | 08/27/2006
Shashank~ There is a disclaimer too! And you know I wouldn't slot YOU of all people :-)!
Posted by: driftwood | 08/27/2006
The probability of getting hitched is inversely proportional to one's need to get hitched...old jungle saying :-)
Tell me about it...my oldest friend is a father of not one but two brats and when we meet, which is about 3-4 times a year, conversations are usually centred around the various milestones in the kids' lives!
Be thankful your friends are still trying to fix you up :-)
Posted by: GhostOfTomJoad | 08/27/2006
@ewe
hehe...was just kiddin... ;)))) howzz life?
Posted by: Shashank | 08/27/2006
GOTJ~ Heh. I love my friends and all, buuuuuut, it comes with a price tag and some fine print at the bottom. Like my dad says, as long as you don't marry a woman, it's fine.
Yuss, most of me friends have kids who poop and pee all the time. Makes you think, doesn't it?
Shashank~ You SCOUNDREL!!! You hitched, man, what you questioning me for? Life? Comme ci, comme ca :-).
Posted by: driftwood | 08/27/2006
Awwwwww......now I know where the poem came from yesterday :P the profound profound poem....hahahaha :P The guess I made yesterday was bang on actually:p ahahaha :p tanhaiyee mein poetry :p buhahaha :P
Posted by: Shobha | 08/27/2006
kya hua? mail karo.
the rest you can learn to laugh at. in 5 diff kinds of laughter peals. bet?
Posted by: austere | 08/27/2006
angsty? no? its easy to get sick of singledom the way i see it but maybe thats the way its meant to be ... and maybe till we stop fighting it it wont go away ... maybe i'm talking crap. :D
Posted by: prerona | 08/28/2006
Shobha~ LOL!! Tanhaiyee mein poetry indeed :-))!!
Austy~ Kucch bhi nahin hua, Austyben. Rambling (wo)man ban gayi thi. Too much on my plate. Ganesh chaturthi, the fear that I would see the moon, singleness, aur usske oopar woh gaana bhi suna. From Yeh Zindagi ka Safar. Lovely song. Toh clubbed everything into one post. You know how dry the wordwell is nowadays :-)). Mail karti.
Prero~ Not at all, darling. With the kind of friends I have, it is very very difficult to be angsty, let alone worry about singledom. Mail kar. No, main karti pehle, ok? Miss you.
Posted by: driftwood | 08/28/2006
Last night I tried telling myself there are other single people in the same boat as I. Normally, I scoff at that in return. But yesterday, it distracted me enough to fall asleep. Must have been the alcohol...
But I also remember someone telling me about gay people and poetry... was it you?
Posted by: Hyde | 08/29/2006
i like you. single. not single. hitched. unhitched.
but george clooney is still mine.
so is depp
and dravid.
you can keep the moon though.
and what the hell are you teaching my grandchild about?
why is he talking about alcohol and gayness. shiva shiva.
Posted by: toinks | 08/29/2006
Hyde~ Hmmm. It put you to sleep, eh? Distracted you enough to fall asleep, you say. Hmmmmmmm. Has many connotations none of which I will list here.
Yes, it was I who spoke to you about gay people and poetry. And that was something between the both of us only. If you want to reveal private conversations on public boards, I might as well write about what we did together last Sunday in full, gory detail. Now, let's see......
Toinks~ Me too. But I like myself hitched if hitched means being hitched to Gorg Clooney. And you selfish wench, you have Depp in your want-list already. Leave my baby alone!
And amma meri, as far as your dear grandchild goes, he even talks of smoking, amongst other things. Now that he's in the same city as mommy, I've come to know his true colours. And believe me when I say this, he isn't who you met in Dec 2003. Quite the karma chameleon he be :-P.
Posted by: driftwood | 08/29/2006
miss u too sweetie ...
Posted by: prero | 08/30/2006
miss u too sweetie ...
Posted by: prero | 08/30/2006
Hi love, hope you don't remain single too long. Wait, will mail you my kids and that'll solve the problems of singlehood. :)
Posted by: Dolon | 08/31/2006
In which case, I miss you, too! Although I only need to peak over this faux-wood-cubicle-separator thing to overcome that impediment.
And really, angst be damned, you post calls for a round of R.E.M.'s "At My Most Beautiful".
Posted by: longblackveil | 08/31/2006
achacho! rama lakshmana and all them gods, someone must be doing the tantra mantra on my little flawlessly perfect, angelic, disciplined grandchild.
that paavum kid of mine can do NO WRONG.
i am coming down to meet him personally. if i find you have failed to take care of him well, i will get the father to smack your bottom.
Posted by: toinks | 08/31/2006
Let's see... last Sunday, I hugged you and you kissed me. What else?
Alcohol... smoking... weed... wenching... =))
Posted by: Hyde | 08/31/2006
It is best being single, till you find the right "other"
But it sucks knowing that your other half is not with you..
All moony poetry sucks me thinks...
Posted by: Alankrita | 09/01/2006
Prero~ Mail mila. Will reply. You be happy wherever you are :-).
Dolon~ Hullo lovely! Singledom's fun for as long as it's around. When you get hitched, then doubledom's fun B-). That's my take on it. Which kids you talking about, darling?
Btw, when are you coming again? I want some more truffle chocolates :-P MUAH!!
Beauteousness~ We love seeing you peak :-P :-P HAHAHAHA!! We promise to never again feed bad poetry into your machine, louww. And yes, we heard the song over and over again. We ADORES ya!
Amma~ Angelic? Disciplined? Me dear mater, all those traits of his went down the drain the day he went and bought that phatphati of his, thrice his size! That too, without telling me! He sends me messages nowadays only when he wants a shopping buddy! That too, for turtlenecks, the dumb turtle that he is!
Krishna, what is this naa-insaafi, I say? I know that the parent is the one who loses when grandmom and son get together, but this takes the entire Sweet Chariot chain! I taught him good things only, in fact, I became more decent over the last 3 years! He's the one to be kicked/spanked!!
And saali, if you come to B'lore and not come home this time, teri khair nahin! Katti foo X-(!!
Hyde~ You forgot what we did with our extremities? Do you want me to list out the paraphernalia we used B-)?
Al~ You're one to talk!! How's TDH :-D? Catch you on chat tonight. And tell the world out there that it doesn't get away with saying mean things about you!!
Posted by: driftwood | 09/01/2006
We used them good ole soap, water and brushes of two kinds.
Posted by: Hyde | 09/01/2006
Hyde~ We likes the course this discussion is taking =)).
What about them pincers? And moisturiser? And smootheners?
LMAO!!
Posted by: driftwood | 09/01/2006
We used a smoothener and moisturiser too? No, that you used. I only used the sharper end of the file to clean them nails.
Posted by: Hyde | 09/01/2006
Damn!! You're no fun 8-|...
Posted by: driftwood | 09/01/2006
I likes the direction we are now taking... :-D
Posted by: Hyde | 09/01/2006
Sighhhh. Brings back memories of days gone by not too long ago.
And YOU are a partypooper X-(!!!!!
Posted by: driftwood | 09/01/2006
**rolling eyes** ... am I only good for truffles, man oh man, my ego is shot.
Kids ? Which kids do you want, good ones or mischievous ones, I can find both kinds for you to keep you busy and curing you of your singledom blues. LOL.
Posted by: Dolon | 09/01/2006
No, darling, you are good for a lot of things, a heart-to-heart, a good bitching session, some commisseration, for a nice warm hug when blues hit, etc., etc., etc.
But you choose AWESOME chocolates, so :D....
For my singledom blues, George Clooney, Dave Matthews, Eric Bana, Andy Garcia and the like. Accepted with much gratitude!
Posted by: driftwood | 09/01/2006
Thanks for all that, it is ditto @ you. You are good for my soul, soothing my soul when it needs soothing and needs comforting and making me feel as if I have come home to a sister I have never had when we talk heart to heart.
I will work on delivering some of those kids to you. LOL. GC,DM, EB, AG and whoever else may strike your fancy for the moment!! After all, even men are really kids in men's shoes. I truly do miss you. ** ONE BIG HUG ** sent your way.
Chocolates will have to come later. :)
Posted by: Dolon | 09/02/2006
The comments are closed.