HYPOCRISY OF HUMAN LOVE
Well, it might not seem the perfect timing to find that ideal romantic partner amidst the global pandemic the world is dealing with. This blanket of fear covers us all. 2020 started as a great high that you feel when you are about to ride a rollercoaster- buzzing with excitement and butterflies fluttering in your stomach. But the roller coaster has to move to those deep falls which don’t really make your stomach feel great. That’s the virus for me- paralysing all my exciting ventures for this year. I imagined life differently sitting by some beach reading another of my classic Jane Austen novel meeting strangers and imagining a probable romantic endeavour. Enjoying a staycation roaming around the streets of Bandra.With an eagerness for anything that could be a great fit for the perfect real-world romance. You might think I would go out of my way to find this so-called romantic endeavour but no that’s never the case. I just like imagining it — the perfect evening to the perfect conversation. But things happen very differently in this country. You don’t meet a random stranger and take off with them. You have your overprotective Indian parents to answer to, the constant doubt of what if the person in question is dangerous and if you are from Navi Mumbai how would you reach home on time etc etc. The list for not following your heart is endless.
The void of no romance keeps you up all night. We overthink conversations with zero chances of it being the romantic kind. Tune into some Netflix rom-com and wish upon a star for something like THAT happening in your forsaken life. Then end up taking random Buzzfeed quiz and making a detailed account of the type of guy you like to the type of girlfriend you might be to the chances of you remaining single till you are in your 50s with the most successful job in the city sharing your two-bedroom apartment with your cat Emma.
Online dating seemed like the next best option but then a little birdie told me it’s the new “it” place for hooking up. So that was also a lost cause. But you can’t stop a girl from trying right — falling in love with a new face every week, still, the only one who can make her heartstrings flutter is the conceptual boyfriend manufactured in her dreams. Well, that guy has zero competition in the real world from Tom hanks charms to the Hugh grant looks and that broody British accent. A little nerdy, not the kind with whom you fall asleep during the conversation. Someone who can talk to you for hours at a stretch and still find you interesting enough to call you up again the next day.
Well, that’s the dream guy I never found on the streets of Bombay. Next time maybe I would be more aware of the darcies on the streets than the ones in my books. Currently, I’m rekindling with old friends and understanding myself better but also planning the perfect scenario where I would bump into him at the bookstore and walk down the narrow lane of the chapel road holding hands sharing my playlist try na re-create the headphone splitter scene from Begin Again.
