Lonely hearts

The million dollar question is what made me take blogging. Well since childhood I loved writing. I fancied myself as a writer. But it is years later that I decided that I have to do something that makes sense and then thought ‘why not blog’. Now you will ask me why this thinking happened years later. Well it is because of the life I have got myself into.
Long endless hours trying to impress upon everyone around that I am working hard. Well this is a dilemma faced by many softies around the world.
Life of a softie can be really funny at times. At times you feel that you are a rabbit. Your manager offers you a carrot and makes you work like a donkey. Whether you get the carrot or not if you are a institutionalized rabbit you end up believing that you got two carrots. And the funniest part is that manager will end up eating the carrot for the work you done.
I donno if any one who reads this will ever understand that. Let me assure you won’t unless you are a softie in my position.
Try understanding this Software industry is a bad, mad, sad world churning out badder, madder and sadist rabbits. So when I was trying to make sense out of this senseless world , I decided to become a blogger.
Well friends, over here meek need not inherit the kingdom. But yes meek can get screwed.
Well these are not pearls of wisdom that I invented. All the likeminded softies think the same.
I have got likeminded softie friends working in different parts of India. Most of them in Bangalore.
We guys have a common frustration. Frustration shared by many likeminded guys who came from middle class families and who studied in some miscellaneous colleges.
We rejoice when we get recruited into some multinational companies in our tender young ages and that too in some metro city. But as soon as we land up there we find all the horrendous looking guys going around with real hot girls. We realize that in any shopping malls we are the only ones who are single and eager to mingle.
Realization dawns suddenly that we lead an incomplete life and we need a better half to fill the void. We decide to set out for seducing the pretty ones. As expected seduction starts from the top of ladder I,e the hottest one. Undoubtedly we getw rebuffed. My dears the principle here is the hotter, the harder the rebuff. So we climb down the ladder. Process gets repeated and then climbs further down.
He may ultimately end up with a girl equally desperate or he may go around spreading the gossips of colorful night life of all girls who dumped him.
Why am I saying all this? I happen to read a short story of Kushwant Singh ‘The Red Tie’. Even after some decades our story has not changed.

The protagonist is a darling to all ladies and source of envy for their husbands. He is allegedly expert in seducing. He is the life of all parties enlivening it with his heroics. Once in a party he shows the people his red tie with a smudge on it. He asks them if they know where he got the tie from. They don’t. He says it is from a lady whom he seduced. It is her husband’s. He wonders aloud ‘what lie would she have told her husband?’ and laughs.

Now KSingh tells the reality in his own sarcastic humor. The hero is a sad guy in reality. He has not been successful in even having a girlfriend all his life despite his good looks and hard work. He carries around condoms in his wallet in case he gets successful (hey are we that desperate?). but all those condoms lie unused. He goes home from work in a train. One day he gets into a compartment on the way home. It was an empty one. He neatly folds his tie and hangs it on his goods rack keeps his suitcases on the rack and goes to the lavatory. There through the lavatory window he sees a woman in opposite train going the opposite direction.(Both were on platform). She stares at him impassively chewing her paan. With all the courage he can muster he winks at her. The opposite train starts moving. He hears a braking sound followed by swearing sounds. In his wild dreams he sees her rushing to him. At last he was becoming successful in seducing someone. Slowly with a thumping heart he gets out of lavatory. His compartment is still empty. But this time his suitcase and wallet is gone too. Paan juice was dripping down from his tie. But now he is happy that someone had taken his condom even if unknowingly.