(Me wanting to write this post could be a result of having fallen in love with the song "Emptiness" by Rohan Rathore, which by the way I must have heard a 100 times today alone, and I'm listening to it right now too. This post is purely about guys and their relationships with woman.)
I was out recently on a dinner party with my colleagues (all guys), and as was bound to happen, the topic turned towards women and relationships. It was then, that I realized, that all of us were on the 'same page' (as the IT folks say). We all had successfully finished Class 1.
Class 1: One true love, which doesn't work out but ends up changing your life forever. Not life as much as the attitude towards it and everything important about it. Few even end up committing suicide, and they don't exist today anymore. I would like to call them losers, but out of respect for the 'ones no-more' and otherwise, I shall save that term for later. The ones who are bright enough to go on with life, are still dead inside nevertheless, with the word 'COMPROMISE' etched deeply into their heart and brain and every other part which could try to make a decision. I guess, it's not only about girls but about one big failure, and could happen to anyone.
After Class 1, those few who passed with distinction join Class 2.
Class 2: The second type of guys are those who are very practical about what they want. Section A: Some can talk, walk and behave everything nice, could say something like the guys from Delhi, or call them womanizers. They target a woman, get her, then they (are wise enough to?) think about the next woman. Section B: Others are the IIT-BITSians types - geeks, nerds, gamers, etc. {For the record, real IIT-BITSians are never just nerds. I know of IIT-IIM guys who got a blow-job in a taxi from a woman his mother's age, who dated air-hostess' and always fly for free to different parts of the country. But then, the normal junta would never have heard of them, not until 15yrs later as CEOs of some of the biggest firms. They are, what we call, 'Studs'}. So yes, the womanizers and nerds are passionate people, so focused on their 'needs' that they really don't care much about what all they are missing in life.
Are they more practical? Yes.
Are they insensitive? To an extent.
Is not-being-sensitive good? I always wonder.
Losers? Lets wait and see.
Apart from a few from Class 1, Class 2 is made up mostly of those who are born that way, or as I would like to put it, who never grew out of the way they were born. The rest of Class 1 moves on to Class 3.
Class 3: Deep inside, they are the nice guys. They are full of mad and crazy so-called 'principles', which never ever helped a man be a man before. Lost in their own deep philosophical thoughts, they can be emotionally volatile. They are the ones who would write posts such as this, or read it till here without calling out loud, "WTF?". Not their fault ofcourse, they are just lost in transition. They try to be someone they are not. They are like Schumi driving a Taxi Cab, like Stevie Wonder begging on the streets, like Ross trying to pull off a Joey, or like Joey trying to get a woman by cracking Gold in the Maths Olympiad. In terms of women, if they met a naked woman in a dark alley,
Would they want to make out with her there and then? Yes, they are guys too. (Cover, F***, Forget rule).
Would they? Hell no. They would give her clothes and drop her safely at her home.
Would they cry within the next day that that woman never called back saying she was madly in love with them? Definitely.
Losers? Do you doubt? Has anyone ever won a 100m Sprint race by swimming in the pool?
(Personal Opinion - better to take Class 1 over and over again until pass with flying colors.)
The sad part, though, is that, while all guys can classify all guys into the above 3, there are hardly any girls that can. They all say, they would prefer Ross/Chandler any day, but look at all the men in their lives and all you would see are Paulo, Joey, Joey, Paulo... which is also why almost every guy has passed Class 1, the unlucky few, multiple times.
