Why am I still single?

When you are 24 and still single, you understandably spend a lot of time trying to analyse why it is that you are still single. Sometimes, you wonder if you are just plain unattractive but then you bump into people who are slightly worse off than you and so not single. At other times, you wonder if maybe women find you just too boring but then again, you remind yourself of the innumerable buffoons you know that couldnt strike an intelligent conversation who most definitely aren't single. Then sometimes you wonder if it's because you are unavailable but then if you were, you wouldn't be asking yourself why you are still single right? Then again, you sometimes wonder if you are gay which you reassure yourself you aren't because you definitely are into women...

So then why is it that I am still single?

I think it has something to do with the fact that

a) I was in a nursery school exclusively for boys (of course, since then it has become co-ed but that wasn't the case whilst 'I' was there...)

b) I went to 2 of the best schools in Pune which unfortunately enough for me, were both boy's schools. (and no, neither of them is co-ed even now)

c) I studied mechanical engineering in a class of 57 boys...

Hmmm...do you see a pattern here? Well if you do, I must say you are wrong. I know a ton of people who have done the same things as me and are most definitely not single...so that begs the question again, why am I still single? Any answers anyone?

Of Greatness in Men...

"Bikram Wisodm : Men are great whence they have risen but rise they shan’t lest they have fallen…"

It’s true. Look through the pages of history and you will find that all who have risen have risen after falling. Perhaps what binds these men and women is the common chord of the hardships they have faced. It may be a slightly pitiful line of thought but I truly believe that the reason they conquered and achieved what they could not only for themselves but for all the others that have benefitted was because of these turbulent times. The pain and the turbulence go a long way in teaching lessons in life that cannot be taught and must be learnt the hard way, helping them understand themselves in ways they never guessed they could, helping them reach depths of emotion that unlock the far reaches of their mind that they did not know existed. It’s true when they say you don’t know what you’ve got until you’ve lost it. I do believe that you gain more by losing than you could’ve hoped to have if you’d always had it. One of those ironies of life.

Take me for example…if it hadn’t been for my loss, I probably would never have been the poet that I have become. To write a poem, I have come to understand that I must feel very strongly about the subject at hand and be in touch with myself in ways that others cannot be. It just gives you another perspective that cannot be found otherwise. Unfortunately for me, it seems I have gotten so deeply involved with myself that I can’t seem to write anything but a rhyme. As a matter of fact, even as I was writing this, I felt I might have been able to put across my thoughts better if I had written a poem instead…

Right Place, Wrong Time

Lived till now, the way I deem,

My life better than it is, couldn’t have been,

Whatever I’ve done has never worked to plan,

And that’s what’s made it perfect, my lifespan,

Never have I done what I should’ve been doing,

An alternate world that my mind’s always brewing,

Always by accident that I’ve veered on course,

Always a mistake that for all my joys is a source,

Never a regret ‘cause this is perfect, this is mine,

The story of my life – right place, wrong time!

A Breath of Fresh Air

I was feeling down in the dumps,

My life seemed to have too many bumps,

Lonely and forlorn, pain upon myself I wrought,

Each passing day, more sadness to me brought,

I lost hope and lay resigned to fate,

I sank slowly under a heavy heart’s weight,

My eyes for the world grew increasingly cynic,

A wrecked ship in the storm my life did mimic,

Just when I was convinced life to me was unfair,

She's walked into my life like a breath of fresh air…

Legend in an Epic ver 2.0

Never a reason always a rhyme,

Something new every other time,

Living in way that's nothing but poetic,

I am a legend and this is my epic...

Legend in an Epic

My sheltered life was once opened to the world,

In less than a flash, a lot at me it hurled,

A storm that waltzed through all the calm,

My life’s control was snatched outta my palm,

Confused I stood like a deer caught in the headlights,

My spirit softened, I seemed to be losing my fights,

In the turbulence though I found new freedom,

I stumbled in love and discovered it’s wisdom,

I found my strength in someone else,

Discovered new courage that within me always dwells,

Friendships forged that brought in a new essence,

Showed me a new way of learning all my lessons,

As slowly things were brought back into focus,

Once again I could define my own locus,

I learnt of all those battles that within me were fought,

When I was on both the sides and in between I was caught,

Family and friends that guided me through,

As they stood by me, the strength in me grew,

Although love was lost, the friendships stood strong,

Not just in the right but more so in the wrong,

My smiles and sighs I found in others,

Discovered the joy in sharing their bothers,

As I learnt life was about more than mortal joys,

Wasn’t about the destination but the journey we employed,

Learnt that the child in me should never be lost,

That the insanity within keeps me warm in humanity’s frost,

I sail through a life that could well be a movie,

With a storyline & script that makes it groovy,

It follows a rhyme that is beautifully poetic,

I am a legend and this is my epic!

Footprints

So many that I hold close and a few that hold me,

It is for them that I know what I know, I see what I see,

They are closest that understand me without hints,

And of them I ask nothing but memories, for them I leave nothing but footprints...

Reconstruction

A structure that stood strong for 24 years,

But today with a drill through it he tears,

He says he will rebuild it stronger,

A new one that will last much longer,

Armed with cement and ceramic I trust him with the feat,

As my dentist goes to work on my teeth...

Alienated

I am an alien in this town,

Can't find a reason to replace my frown,

So much to dislike and so much to fear,

Little of interest, little to hold dear,

They say home is where the heart is,

But I am hapless, my heart is amiss...

In a world where we all have learnt to compromise,

Where all our moments are accentuated by sighs,

Where so much is said and so much heard,

In the search for clarity where everything is blurred,

Where we have accepted that dreams must be clipped,

Emotions must be hidden and we must live tight lipped,

Of all those matters and so much more,

I hope someday we may grow wings and above them we soar,

When we may be as free as the soft threads of moonlight,

That sparkle even more in the darkness of the night…