Bachelorhood is certainly one of the most challenging phases that any man goes through in his life once he is an adult. Some people thrive on it; some disintegrate very quickly, while there are some who grind through it before tying the nuptial knot. I belonged to the first category up to a year back, but from then on I have demoted myself to the third category. I would be graduating from this elite and charismatic group of young, self-proclaimed handsome and eligible individuals on 23rd of November this year. Hence I thought of bidding adieu to this phase of my life with a few thoughts.
To be honest, bachelorhood presents itself with sets of both pros and cons, as does any other sphere of life. A bachelor can gawk at beautiful women with his tongue hanging out without the fear of getting chewed up by anybody, he can spend money foolishly, he does not need to take his dirty feet off the coffee table, or put his used-up dishes in the sink or even to wash them, he can take his sweet little time to take the garbage out, or to take a shower and change his obnoxious smelling clothes, he can snore loud enough to blow the windows out as there would be no one to kick him in the mid-section, he would have the control of the TV remote, there would be no unnecessary expensive doctor visits and of course, he does not have to listen to any nagging (except from his mother sometimes). Over and above, he does not have to set his forlorn and mangy bedroom in order, as he can sleep on literally anything. He can visit a friend’s house anytime and make merry, without having the urge to come back home, or to take a drink or two less. However, he would also be unfortunate enough not to receive too many home-cooked meals, there would be no beautiful woman to take care of him at the end of the day, no one to take him to the doctor if he does gets sick seriously some day and no one to share his deepest thoughts with, which does sting one day, no matter how independent he is.
A lot of bachelors that I have seen thus far have been very charismatic, as I mentioned before. Good, stylish and “correct” bachelors have always been a “woman's man”, a philogynist, and have always been perceived as a "nice fellow." They have always had the ability to fit themselves to all sorts of society under all sorts of circumstances. Good breeding, chivalry and a sense of style, without being ostentatious, being replete with a sense of humour and kindliness of heart have been their forte.
Bachelors have always been the most charming of entertainers. They have been equally gracious and devoted to all women because of the absence of that feminine proprietorship which always tends to make the married man withhold his most graceful compliments, his most tender glances and his most winning smile. I have always tried to imbibe such qualities from careful study and observation, but I do not know whether I have been successful or not!! Sometimes I have been impecunious but managed it with some artistry as well. The combination of the practical and artistic is what many women crave for – a cake of pragmatism topped with a white cream of romanticism.
As I look back on my bachelorhood which is about to end a little over 16 weeks from today, I cogitate on what aspects I have to work on to make my wife’s life a bit easier. Loving Kuhu would never ever be a problem for me; we share a terrific compassionate chemistry between ourselves and I don’t think that any other woman would give me the comfort zone that she provides so effortlessly. The challenge would be to get used to accepting additional responsibilities and getting rid of my habit of instinctive decision making. For then, I would be having another soul embedded within me and I do have to start considering multiple perspectives before jumping to conclusions. Hope, Kuhu would bear with me, if it does take time for me to make a smooth transition. Alvida kunwarapan…!!
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