The crippling body blow leaves you numb. With him? Really? Sheeeit!! To all those guys seeking solace in football matches, watching truckloads of seasons after seasons of various series, writing blogs (bunch of loners, really!), playing video games late in the night, listening to rock music whose words, you couldn’t even MAKE OUT without reading their lyrics over Google..
I feel for you, mates.
Countless times has this been told to us, ‘Get a life!’ But they really never understand, do they?
The heart and the mind are left angry with each other.
The stars and the moon are envious of each other.
Because of this alienation the physical universe is getting tighter and tighter.
The moon says, ‘How long will I remain suspended without a sun?’
Without Love’s jewel inside of me, let the bazaar of my existence be destroyed stone by stone.
We have been called by various names – noobs, nerds, geeks, perverts, despos, but the one that gets our feelers on is ‘Forever Alone’. Forever condemned to a solitary life of eternal loneliness, we try to scoop out happiness from our various hobbies and countless obsessions only to be mocked at by utter assholes who, inadvertently and quite surprisingly, have a life.
Soon enough mates, Iron Maiden won’t suffice. Soon enough, your playlist will be inundated with Atif Aslams and all the Aashiques in the world. Finally, you would start empathizing with Altaf Raja, listen to his poignant woe over and over again, ‘Tum to thehre Pardesi, Saath kya Nibhaoge……’
Ever went on a trip with your “so-called” besties, only be utterly sidelined and be left feeling like a third wheel, as extras to their Bollywoodly Happening Love stories? Are you left in the crossfire of sparring couples, when you are faced with choosing sides? To choose or not to choose, all you wish to do is to dump these selfish brats who wish to spoil your trip.
As my one loner bro puts it, we are Vidushaks to their Majnus and Ranjhas, forever providing with quick one-liners, tickling everyone’s bones, while unknown to everyone, the mother lode, the spring tap of all these jokes is your broken and aching heart forever flailing its arms in search of a kindred and a kind-hearted spirit.
We have mothers who feel that we are ‘chaand ka tukdas’ that this ‘zaalim duniya’ is out to spoil, that dames are forever flirting with their moon pies. I wish someone would tell these beta-obsessed mothers, that’s hardly true.
So what was the purpose of writing this heart-rending piece? As one loner bro to another, this was my way of saying, ‘I feel for you, bro!’
TIME FOR A BRO HUG. HUDDLE TOGETHER!!