I vividly recall how at the end of graduation, when the first among us was leaving college for that one final time, we playfully farewelled him on the tunes of “Babul ki duwaein leti ja, ja tujhko sukhi sansar miley”. Back then it was merely a cover up performance, shielding defenceless emotions from vulnerable exposure, underneath a cloak of humour. Now, couple of years down the lane, through a new joiner’s perspective, retrospectively, it echoes back as a fairly fitting farewell song, cause the resembling parallels observed portray a first time new joiner analogically much closer to a newlywed bride. And to quench your ‘How so?’ I have reasons in plenty raining ‘how not?’. Take a small leap of imagination and may be you can appreciate few of the following similarity linking him and her.
Like her he too has recently departed a long cherished world of carefree existence, he once thought he was born into for forever. Like her he too has entered a new world which he and his parents long dreamt of for him, but yet the incongruity there creates longing for past. Like her he too is given a short honeymoon period for transition full of care, co-operation and travel, but soon like her he too is fettered in the new status with customary behavioural role play, which once he so objected. Like her he too is welcomed as a special member in the family only to be placed at the centre of in depth analysis by the older residents, who judge, appraise and ridicule consistently in course of authority imposition.
Like her he too is to carry a tag, an albatross around his neck, signifying his fidelity as a committed employee and existence as being taken. Like her he too gives up outfits depicting randomness of young imaginations and is restricted to a dress code marking a reluctant acceptance of a force-fed maturity. Like her he too is no longer a freewheeling individual but a faceless stoic tangled in the labyrinth of permissions, shift timings, project deadlines and no-tailgating gateways, all manoeuvring his time and motion.
Like her his last world too, matters only as a training centre for the new world and any other memory is to be kept to his private self. Like her he too sweats entire day closely scrutinised, impatiently waiting for the relishing night for private moments of pleasure. Like her he too is expected to adopt immediately, perform faithfully, live loyally and the biggest anticipation of all ‘ to “deliver” soon and help the new world grow.
Sadly a sharp contrast being, she gets laid to deliver and he is laid off on failing to do so, and further in such situations only his pain is devoid of any pleasurable stir.
PS: Since you reached this far you have all the rights to abuse the absurdity of the giant leap of imagination. :D
Like her he too has recently departed a long cherished world of carefree existence, he once thought he was born into for forever. Like her he too has entered a new world which he and his parents long dreamt of for him, but yet the incongruity there creates longing for past. Like her he too is given a short honeymoon period for transition full of care, co-operation and travel, but soon like her he too is fettered in the new status with customary behavioural role play, which once he so objected. Like her he too is welcomed as a special member in the family only to be placed at the centre of in depth analysis by the older residents, who judge, appraise and ridicule consistently in course of authority imposition.
Like her he too is to carry a tag, an albatross around his neck, signifying his fidelity as a committed employee and existence as being taken. Like her he too gives up outfits depicting randomness of young imaginations and is restricted to a dress code marking a reluctant acceptance of a force-fed maturity. Like her he too is no longer a freewheeling individual but a faceless stoic tangled in the labyrinth of permissions, shift timings, project deadlines and no-tailgating gateways, all manoeuvring his time and motion.
Like her his last world too, matters only as a training centre for the new world and any other memory is to be kept to his private self. Like her he too sweats entire day closely scrutinised, impatiently waiting for the relishing night for private moments of pleasure. Like her he too is expected to adopt immediately, perform faithfully, live loyally and the biggest anticipation of all ‘ to “deliver” soon and help the new world grow.
Sadly a sharp contrast being, she gets laid to deliver and he is laid off on failing to do so, and further in such situations only his pain is devoid of any pleasurable stir.
PS: Since you reached this far you have all the rights to abuse the absurdity of the giant leap of imagination. :D
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Soon you would see your BANTER topics changing from cricket & politics to "Bhaji rates and Maid charges."
Partially true, as I have gone a step ahead and discuss Bhaji rates and maid charges as seriously as a matter of survival :)
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