That Mandatory Valentines Rant.
Its yet another Valentines day come again and as per
socially-sanctioned norms, not that I have ever followed such norms
assiduously- the day requires the mandatory valentines blogpost on love and
relationships and what not. As it’s been a while since i wrote here on my love
life (non-existent though it may be) let me jump onto the bandwagon too and
write an update on my relationship status. You know whenever i write a
blog-post which contains my most intimate and private thoughts I usually write
it like no one is reading me, which I believe is the real case too (no one
reads me at all sob, sob).....so assuming that by some kind of mistake you got
lost somewhere and ended up here reading this, well then, -think, reflect and
decide if you want to read pages and pages of a long, boring, rant or just take
my advice and leave right now to do something more interesting with your time.
If on the other hand you decide to stick around and see it through to the end -
i applaud your bravery and I only hope you won’t curse me for wasting your time
when you reach the end of this rant. Just remember- the choice is yours. So go
on then and read the rest.
The other day i was at a CME program- a Continuing Medical
Education is, if you dont know it, a kind of lecture where people remind you
(again and again) of all the things you once skipped over in class because you
them found boring as hell. The only worthwhile part of a CME is usually the
post lecture party -a party for nerds where people from the profession get
together and jaw, jaw about what the current state of the profession is and how
much each one is making. The average conversation is usually as interesting as
watching paint dry that you tend to let down your guard in such nerdy company
and quite unfortunately, fate takes that moment to kick you wham right in the
balls and before you know it you get asked the hardest kind of question there
is and you are floundering for the right answer, yet again.
Now, the hardest question to answer, for me, is the one which
goes like “hi, do you remember me?” The second hardest goes like “Come on, we
met at Goa/Bombay/Mahabs etc in so-and-so year at so-an-so event where we partied
together all night. But you never called
me back after that. Why?” That
"Why" is a kick-ass question to dodge. Because the answer to the second question is
intimately connected to the first and the unsaid answer truthfully goes
something like this "I didn’t call you back because I forgot all about
you. And the reason I forgot all about you was nothing memorable happened
during that night- enough for me to make that call the next day. The truth is
there was no real connection between us except for my being drunk and having
lust filled thoughts which made me sidle up to you and start flirting. When i
sobered up the next day, i felt like a fool and wisely decided to write the
episode down to a learning experience. And now that you have reminded me again
i cringe to realize what an idiot i was that day". Of course, I can’t or won’t say all this
directly to my questioner, even I am not such a fool, but will give the
standard "i changed my mobile/broke my mobile, lost all my contact
numbers" routine to escape unscathed from there.
Now if you read the above para and mistakenly assume that i
am some kind of rake who was just looking to have a good time you can’t be far
from the truth - i am not such a player, i am more sinned against than a
sinner. Every crush I have had was always with the hope of it being the love of
my life (finally) what the poets call "an experience to end all
experiences". Its that kind of love i am looking for and not just marriage
which I believe is inevitable in everyone’s life. But what I really, really
crave is a mind-blowing love, the kind of overarching love which obliterates
everything which came before it. But sad to say that i haven't even stumbled
upon such a thing, even accidentally till now.
One thing about having crushes is when you think back on them
with the passage of time you can see that they were merely relationships of
convenience, relationships of proximity- you two were either in the same class
or same job or thrown together constantly and friendship was mistaken for love
because it was so much easier to talk with shared interests. That is not real
love- I knew it in the deeper recesses of my heart and whatever you say of me
you can say one thing- I am an honest man.
So whenever i realized that what I had was just a comfort level
masquerading as love, I didn’t have it in me to continue to pretend and so i told them the truth- maybe I could
have told it in a more diplomatic way hindsight often teaches you important
lessons. But i did tell them as soon as possible which is one thing I am proud
of.
Which is why i have been holding out for so long from
marrying the wrong person merely to complete my quota for family life and get
on with it as others advice. me to do. Truth to tell getting married is not
that hard personally -i need to just close my eyes put a finger on one of the
numerous brides bio-data’s lying around the house and be married in a month or
so- to someone I don’t love and in the best case scenario – am indifferent to .
But won’t that be cruelty to the other person. If I don’t love someone what
business do I have marrying them? Simply for convenience sake? For sex? For
offspring to pass on the genes to? Sorry none of those reason appeal to me.
They are – agree with me or not- dishonest reasons to marry.
I deeply believe that a marriage is not honest if it does not
involve real and deep-felt love. Simply marrying for marriage sake- as so many advices
me to do day in and day out- no, that’s not me at all. I would rather be alone
than hitch myself to someone I don’t love. I see you shaking your head and
asking me to be practical- but yes, being practical is what 99% of our earth’s
population do, I agree. But those practical people never achieve anything
ground-breaking in their lives. Edison was not practical when he experimented
again and again before he made a single light bulb. Watson and Crick were not
practical when they disregarded everyone’s advise to propose a helical model for the gene. Pasteur was not
practical when he decided to experiment with an untested vaccine on a young boy
bitten by a rabid dog. None of them took the sane, practical route- but they
changed history by sticking to their guns and believing in themselves didnt
they?
And closer to home, I certainly was not practical when I
disregarded my parent’s advice not to apply for the medical field- being born
in a so-called forward community- there was no chance of me ever getting enough
marks to qualify for a merit seat was what I was told repeatedly. I didn’t
listen but came out second in the entire state and made sure that i will not be
turned away simply for belonging to the wrong community. Again I was told to be
practical and not resign my job at a private hospital and try for a government
job- because practical people told me I had no chance in hell of getting one
given that i am from the forward community. But I aced that exam too and they
had no option except to take me in. So, if you get to ever read my
autobiography you would see that every step of the way, every decision of my
life – I have fought against the practical decision, have gone against the
grain and attempted the impossible with nothing but faith in my own ability. Again
and Again. All my life. To see from where I came and where I am right now gives
me the confidence to believe I will succeed in this too. In finding the right
kind of love. And of course with that right kind of love, with the right
person, a wedding would be the most natural progression
So if you are still with me, here is my final answer to all
those questions about when i am getting married, i will when i find the right
person. And if i never find the right person, maybe i never will. The future is
not writ in stone, its more fluid, let’s leave it at that shall we?
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