Once upon a time in India or rather I would say an India attracted to all the glitters of the western world and forgetting the roots of their origin. Not elaborating much on this fact as writing on these aspects is something I have never cherished. The words have ceased to come out because of the job I find myself in. Sometimes I wonder whether it is me who is digging his own grave and the company just putting label on it, slave since 2016. But somehow today I woke with a different mood altogether and wanted that label to be changed to, since forever: a new start. Ambitious I may sound but somehow when you see your pacifier, inspiration, love and on top the zahir in a single person and that person pays you a visit in the land where those fairytales are true, you get an inner sense of awakening.
A boy in his mid twenties, going through a mid life crisis is something you all must have not heard about. But today cracking sound coming out from the keyboard is a result of one such crisis. I live in a place very unusual for a working corporate and that place is in the north of the country. This north can be compared to that north which RR Martin had already made famous. Lack of friends and companions (talking about the female ones) is very similar to the people who served at the wall in GOT. The only difference is that they had an oath and in my case this situation is due to lack of people having similar approach to life. In my quest for having a good social life, I moved to location based applications like Tinder and truly madly. Yes I have no hesitation or shame in admitting that I use tinder. These apps have already given birth to another sort of frustration for its users. Not having any matches on tinder is something like roaming in the garden of flowers but not able to pluck any. I have seen people swiping every girl right but still not able to get a single match. One thing I must tell you all that I am the one who swipes left also, a sweet revenge for all the left swipes that I have received. The experts in the app keep on suggesting me to change my picture to get the attention but a new picture doesn’t mean a new face and I am well aware about my looks.
Suddenly after a month of swiping left and right in the world of beauties, somebody swiped me right and the screen just lit up and congratulated me that it is a match. The dilemma started with it, what should be the conversation starter or should I wait for her to make a move. After days of waiting for a message I decided to break the code and dropped a message. To my surprise I received a message instantly and it just reinstated the fact that it is the boy who should make the move; it is like an unwritten rule but the most important one when you start on your journey to charm a girl. We started talking on tinder which drains out your battery because of the location access it requires but an inner urge to talk somehow made me talk. Giving words to my feelings is the only thing that I am good at and somehow it showed in her replies. Those one word replies changed to paragraph and emoticons but all of a sudden a question came from her. Why do you use Tinder, I wanted to ask her back the same question but if I would have asked the same, she would have labeled as someone who judges people. I somehow diverted her attention to other glitters of this world.
After days of sitting close to the charging point and talking to her, she finally agreed to talk on whatsapp. All these days I was left wondering what sort of an ordeal is this where a boy had to wait for minimum of 7 days to finally get the number. And here I am talking about a small town boy living in a city that is still in the phase of developing. Hectic sales tour and relentless sales pressure just delayed our meeting but finally one fine evening we went out and remembering her I could only say that she was beautiful. There is only one pub in Dehradun so deciding the place was not a problem. After around 5 months I was out on a date to impress somebody and to be frank it is never very difficult for me.
We both met at the alley going to the pub and after the pleasantries were exchanged she came up with a question. Do you own a car? Surprised by her question and to further know her I decided to hide my SCROSS keys and say no as an answer. The smile from her face disappeared for a while and then she said, ‘I am comfortable only in a car’. I told her that I have booked one and will be having one very shortly in a matter of two or three days. When you decide to go on date near the month end you need to calculate the expense and two or three pints of beer with snacks was something that wouldn’t have bothered me. “ JD double black for me and what do you want Avijit?” Suddenly all my calculations were flushed and seeing the bar menu I knew that I am in for a very rough remaining days of the month. Make it two, I asked the waiter and after that those two changed to three to four and finally we stopped at 8. Those 8 pegs of JD double black had already over shot my budget three times without calculating the taxes. In between all the calculations and adjustments she asked me questions about my family and how I ended up in Dehradun. Though I was not connecting with the conversation but still gave her the replies which made her feel that I am still interested.
‘Why are you on tinder?’ she asked again. There is no good way to actually answer this question and I said I am still not sure why I was on tinder. Running high on alcohol and emotions running high I asked her the same question. She was a bit offended but never mind I was not looking for something serious here. I smiled and said perhaps you are also not sure about the fact. She nodded in approval and I asked the waiter for the bill before she could come up with another question.
While saying our final goodbye and the only time there was something good in the goodbye. I asked parking guy to come there and asked her to give him the key of her car to which she said that she doesn’t own one. I gave the guy my key and looking at that she was surprised and said you are a liar. And I said you are only comfortable in a car with a hint of sarcasm and a wink.