Lapses of lingy…

Go watch Walk The Line.

I never knew that Ring Of Fire was sung by Johnny Cash, though I like listening to that song. I also never knew that it was written by his wife and singing partner June Carter and that the song was about the love they felt for each other.

These two people kissed 10 years after they meat, even though the attraction was always there. Wow!

It’s not a work of art in terms of cinema, but I think it will strike a chord for any musician. It shows how great music is made because of emotions like pain, dissapointment and anger. Wow!

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It’s a new day and there’s a new axe hanging over my head. Yup, I need to move houses again. That’s another thing that sooooo tedious about living away from home.

My roommate is getting married (yes, I know it’s inconsiderate) and we do have the option of staying on at this place but the deposit is a monstrosity – Rs 4 lakhs. That figure alone is enough to give me have helpless nights.

The bottomline: I need to move again. The current plan is to team up with two more gals and share a flat. However, there is a contingency plan — to cohabitate with a guy, this chap in my office who is also looking for a home and roommate. It’s a very tempting plan for various reasons.

He’s already located a super place which almost operates like two separate homes, expect that you share the kitchen. All, I have to do is see the place, agree and we are on.

We won’t have any fights over clothes, shoes and other petty things that women fight about, though we could share hair products since this chap has shoulder-lenght hair.

It would give me lots of fodder for a blog on co-habitation (and he’s okay with this) as long as I don’t name it something really corny like ‘Salaam Namaste’.

My parents will freak, but then they are reasonable people and desperate times merit desparate measures. Desperate times are here again

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Last week I did a story on how to be single in the city ‘n’ not just survive but really live it up.

I meet just too many people of this breed who seem unsatiated. A lot of this discontent stems from boredom and the remaining from loneliness. So what exactly do you do in the after-hours? A lot. I think single people who are alone in an urbane environment or anywhere for that matter, should stop thinking of it as a stopgap until they get married or move backwith their folks. They should explore the city and there’s no better opportunity to find themselves.

Another problem with this breed is that they don’t cultivate a support group. An acquaintance, let’s call her A, got suddenly evicted from her house, a phenomenon that is pretty common when you live in someone else’s home. Sadly, the very friends who downed lots of beers alongside her, didn’t offer her a place to live. “Having stayed in this city for 4 years, I feel like such a loser,” she said. Here was a 24-year-old who had made some bad choices. I think she sees the silver lining though; she will now spend a lot less on beer and know who her real friends are.  

Anyways, a friend of mine asked me whether I actually did research to garner all the information in the article. Nopes, I didn’t. I started living away from home in 1992. 30 roommates later, I consider myself to be a bit of an authority on the single-in-the-city syndrome. Any questions? Shoot

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