Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Hey boy Hey girl

Much of the times I've been out with friends lately, talks have descended towards girls/relationships. I guess that's a part of the growing up - relationships talks become the new sedation. Earlier it used to be cricket, physics and computers when in school; then football, computers, movies, pornography and travel when in college. It seems everybody just reached a state of nothingness - no college, no books, no expansive (male) friends circuit, no dramatic cricket matches, no fads - and had time to think about this stuff. They must be growing addicted to it, for they like to discuss it scholarly - like a science phenomenon, endless conjectures and corollaries. Earlier we used to wind out dissecting Tendulkar's scoring record, only now its shifted to dissecting girls' behavioral characteristics - things whose understanding might help one score. We have finally come to being boys, if not men, right?

Now our group has people that bring experience to the table - one with a violent break-up, only to see a growing friction lately, one who ended things for no reason and still remains befuddled, one who has come to HATE the loner breed of girls, one who has everything in him but for the acceptance of a single girl (among the several he's approached), one with a much amusing marriage proposal to credit, and one thankful that chocolate exists and can be easily had, unlike a relationship. My basic role here is either providing with purely factual information, or going hysteric over their wild generalisations and countering them - 'breeding rationality' is how I think of it. Its quite fun to break into debates over our models of the female side based from such personal experiences. And its scary to see how people are shaped by malicious generalisations, and distinctions between 'man'/'woman' behavior. I, probably, don't contribute much for the same reason - have got no such delusional models, yet am pulled in coz of a swashbuckling recent history.
I hope some of us would catch hold of their hormones and save them for the actual moment. Will try introducing something even more sedate, maybe job talk or food or ontology? Why don't I know anybody that wants to get into finding out the meaning of life and such?

ps: post title dedicated to "The Chemical Brothers"
rightnow: finished a cup of coffee - first time that bru was palatable, listening to chemical brothers now that I used their song title for my blog post, the net is frequently disconnecting and I'm highly irritated at that, nothing much to look at or think about except for bipasha's circuitry and possibly my debut bribe tomorrow.

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