My friends will know that women will be the last thing on my mind any day and how I’d gladly skip an eve with my girl over male-bonding and how I'd excuse the company of those males if they exhibit even a remote attention to the fairer sex. I say this not to sound pompous. I have always believed that guys are so much better without women and I am sure it is the other way round too. It annoys me to dead-extent when people relate being single with being a loser. In simple words, they have this theory that no one is single by choice.
Yes women are the most beautiful creations of nature; all you got to do is to know them a bit better. But men and women are two entirely different civilizations co-existing at the same time, same place and the battle of sexes is bound to occur. Yes there are highs and lows when they exist together. I am sure they are worth of some trouble, but what if one loves serenity instead of turbulence; a line parallel to the axis. And hence I often muse over a genderless society the way a Marxist dreams of a classless society. I believe the world was bliss before Eve incited Adam for damnation. If one thinks this way not, one should be allowed to relish in the company of women for that is the most passionate sense datum, but if one thinks this way, kindly allow that poor soul to make things work for him the way he wants to. In spite of all these sexist remarks I’ve made above, I’ve been blessed enough to know some of the most beautiful and intelligent women in this world with somewhat intimacy. Neither am I a pro nor any two women are the same, but I highlight (not necessarily in dating order) the some or no contrasts I observed while being fortunate enough to date women from each of the metros. Also my disclaimer would say that a city maketh a person not but the hues and tints are often visible in streaks and blotches.
Some more disclaimers:
- I am not a sexist or a narcissist confessor.
- Some phases overlapped not sharply but gradually, intermittently and unintentionally.
- I never wanted my blog to be my personal space.
Happy read.
The Girl from Calcutta
Fresh out of high school, through a common friend, I met this incredibly beautiful woman who was pursuing studies in Law. With slight anti-capitalist inclinations, she was the one who introduced me to the color Red and more notably Che Guevara. Now I don’t find Che to be a heroic iconoclast, but still till date I did not find any woman so ardently fascinated by him. Also I realized how food and Tagore are so inextricably entwined in the life of the city. She took extreme pride in her upbringing and the demeanor with which she always carried herself was awe-inspiring. For the year we dated, we so much valued the importance of space and privacy in the relationship. It was next to impossible to make your lie sound credulous to her, not that I love to do that. I had had never met a woman so calm, so composed and so intelligent till that date. Four years since then, I now hear that she’s heading for some modeling assignments.
The Girl from Chennai
She’s not exactly from Chennai, but currently resides in the city. So I’d take the liberty to call her The Girl from Chennai as the last time I was in Chennai was as an eight year old when my dating skills were still a fledgling. Since then I didn’t find any women from Chennai who found me anything but weird. We went to the same high school but started dating only a year and a half after. It was gradual but so pervasive. Also I had this woman classmate of my previous school who later happened to be her classmate at her previous school which made her believe that signs so much mean it to be. She was the only women whom I ever wrote for. She is the most feminine woman I ever met. Be it her countenance or her school of thoughts. She made some of the most profound changes in my life and gave me the immeasurable moments to remember. It is only because of her that any tinge of nostalgia scares and alerts me to the next breakdown. Her inane logic skills would often make me go frustrated and all smiles at the same time. Most of the times, her talks would not make much sense and sometimes they’d be so much dense in content that I’d get them not. Furious when you’d want her to be calm and stupid when you’d so much want her to be serious; that’s my girl from Chennai. We have had been in an on-off-on and now off relationship for close to four years but I see her each day when I close my eyes to sleep. She now is pursuing her corporate stint.
The Girl from Bombay
Now I did not exactly date this woman for I never met her. Neither would I ever date her and nor will she so she says. But as I need to complete my metro quadrangle and also that I know her well for more than two years now after I accidentally met her online. (without any serious intentions I mean, for I never stalk strangers) You can at the most call us text-buddies. She is one of the smartest women I have known. With a confidence which often rubs shoulders with arrogance she’s very mature, intelligent and cosmopolite for her age. Sometimes she can well be a drama queen but it is so much better to know a woman whom you aren’t attracted to, I realized. And her ‘No’ always means a ‘No’. Like everyone brought up in the city, she’s a Bombay-chauvinist and have some very sophisticated friends in her life. I hope to meet her sometime soon. She has now embarked into final year of her college.
The Girl from Delhi
I met this girl from Delhi University during my (or our) IIFT interview; a b-school I wasn’t much keen to join. After some casual and very awkward-for-me talks, we exchanged our numbers. That excluded, we have met a couple of times since then. Very sophisticated and not as feminist as I feared, I finally had someone to talk about my passion for English. With very peculiar ‘I-think-fake’ accent she gave up her initial attempts to make me pronounce the words the way she did. I didn’t analyze how and where things are going, I’d rather just prefer to be in the phase.
©Rakesh 2011
©Rakesh 2011
