Hey..
I guess the last blog was heavy and when I read it back again today morning, I couldnt fathom why I wrote it anyways. This blog is about love too - just from a different perspective.
I have stayed with various roommates for almost 10 years now. Most of the roommates have been my age group every point of time with plus/minus of 3 years. I have had roommates of either gender, roommates who have stayed with me for anywhere from 30 days to few years. I have had same roommate in various cities, in various parts of the world. And a quick recount of rommates that I have stayed with, with a minimum period of 3 weeks as a baseline shoots close to a staggering number - almost half a century.
Of all these roomies, the toughest to manage have been the ones who had fallen in love. There should be a law that states that people who fall in love should not be allowed to share rooms with other bachelors. It is so frustrating and killing most of the times, notwithstanding the complex that these people impose upon the other bachelors who have not had any luck to have girlfriends themselves.
The most irritating is the phone calls. These lovers get phone calls at the most odd timings one can imagine. Sometimes it is so amazing to see the perfect timing with which these girlfriends always call their lovers exactly when his poor roomie just started to catch a calm quite sleep/nap. And then the lover boy starts to talk in hushed tones, laughing, giggling and the single roommate suffering starts. He can neither hear what they talk nor can he be deaf. At the end he to close his ears tightly with pillows and sleep. And the hushed phone talks just wont end. Any plans to do shopping or movies could be delayed by countless hours if because of that one ring in the phone.
Next is the ding ding of the messengers. It just never stops. These people are crazy to keep talking on phone and keep chatting through the messengers all the time. Someone's gotta call Yahoo and ask them to change that bell sound. The lover-boy's roommate has to do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry while the Romeo sits there with the cell in one hand and typing in the messenger with the other.
Few weeks into the 'love-life', the Romeo is always entangled with the confusion of Friends Vs. Girlfriend. He would want to keep his girl happy all the time, but at the same time never want to give up his current 'all boys' gang. For a few weeks and even some months he will end up watching the same cinema twice, eating dinners twice at times. In the attempt to keep both the parties happy, the Don Juan will force his roommate to be an accomplice in telling lies to either the friends gang or the girlfriend about his plans as required.
Cinemas, TV Sitcoms, Songs - all will become unbearable with this lover around. He will start attempting to organize his life with his girlfriend's taste and will attempt to get his roomate bond with his girl. This will initially lead to a atrocious romantic movie for the single roommate one evening with the couple, who will be holding hands and enjoying the lousy picture. This is the most hazardous point. Once this ice-breaking is done, the girl will start frequenting the house - initially for a few minutes and then slowly she will take over.
If this romantic tale ends in success, then all is well. But if not and the Romeo returns back to the club-of-single-frsutrated-men, it is the roomie who has to accompany him to bars, pick the tab, clean the bathroom after the puking and talk for countless hours to bring sense into this guy. Furthermore if the girl's father is a bigwig, the roommate has the biggest risk of beaten black and blue for being an accomplice of the lover-boy.
Falling is love is a torture. But being the roommate of a guy in love is even a bigger torture.
Chao..
I guess the last blog was heavy and when I read it back again today morning, I couldnt fathom why I wrote it anyways. This blog is about love too - just from a different perspective.
I have stayed with various roommates for almost 10 years now. Most of the roommates have been my age group every point of time with plus/minus of 3 years. I have had roommates of either gender, roommates who have stayed with me for anywhere from 30 days to few years. I have had same roommate in various cities, in various parts of the world. And a quick recount of rommates that I have stayed with, with a minimum period of 3 weeks as a baseline shoots close to a staggering number - almost half a century.
Of all these roomies, the toughest to manage have been the ones who had fallen in love. There should be a law that states that people who fall in love should not be allowed to share rooms with other bachelors. It is so frustrating and killing most of the times, notwithstanding the complex that these people impose upon the other bachelors who have not had any luck to have girlfriends themselves.
The most irritating is the phone calls. These lovers get phone calls at the most odd timings one can imagine. Sometimes it is so amazing to see the perfect timing with which these girlfriends always call their lovers exactly when his poor roomie just started to catch a calm quite sleep/nap. And then the lover boy starts to talk in hushed tones, laughing, giggling and the single roommate suffering starts. He can neither hear what they talk nor can he be deaf. At the end he to close his ears tightly with pillows and sleep. And the hushed phone talks just wont end. Any plans to do shopping or movies could be delayed by countless hours if because of that one ring in the phone.
Next is the ding ding of the messengers. It just never stops. These people are crazy to keep talking on phone and keep chatting through the messengers all the time. Someone's gotta call Yahoo and ask them to change that bell sound. The lover-boy's roommate has to do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry while the Romeo sits there with the cell in one hand and typing in the messenger with the other.
Few weeks into the 'love-life', the Romeo is always entangled with the confusion of Friends Vs. Girlfriend. He would want to keep his girl happy all the time, but at the same time never want to give up his current 'all boys' gang. For a few weeks and even some months he will end up watching the same cinema twice, eating dinners twice at times. In the attempt to keep both the parties happy, the Don Juan will force his roommate to be an accomplice in telling lies to either the friends gang or the girlfriend about his plans as required.
Cinemas, TV Sitcoms, Songs - all will become unbearable with this lover around. He will start attempting to organize his life with his girlfriend's taste and will attempt to get his roomate bond with his girl. This will initially lead to a atrocious romantic movie for the single roommate one evening with the couple, who will be holding hands and enjoying the lousy picture. This is the most hazardous point. Once this ice-breaking is done, the girl will start frequenting the house - initially for a few minutes and then slowly she will take over.
If this romantic tale ends in success, then all is well. But if not and the Romeo returns back to the club-of-single-frsutrated-men, it is the roomie who has to accompany him to bars, pick the tab, clean the bathroom after the puking and talk for countless hours to bring sense into this guy. Furthermore if the girl's father is a bigwig, the roommate has the biggest risk of beaten black and blue for being an accomplice of the lover-boy.
Falling is love is a torture. But being the roommate of a guy in love is even a bigger torture.
Chao..
4 comments:
Nice one there....can relate to that blog ;)
Whom are you talking about ?
Dear Anonymous
Iam talking about my experiences with my ex-roomies who had fallen in love .
"Falling in love is torture"...did u mean "Falling in lover over and over again is torture" ???
just kidding ;-)
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