The 'single-mingle' jingle

Follow us:WhatsappFacebookTwitterTelegram.cls-1{fill:#4d4d4d;}.cls-2{fill:#fff;}Google NewsWhat does being single mean? Does it mean getting to live it up, no strings attached?

Does it mean having the freedom to eat a melting choco fudge for breakfast (with no hubby making a snide remark on the expanding waistline) and guzzling beer with rowdy buddies over a heady football game (with no three-year-olds bawling in the background)?

Does singledom really ensure a passport to good life or is it just a theory propounded by frustrated and incomplete individuals?

Just like me, surely, there must be many who have faced the 'singular' dilemma at some juncture of their lives.

I happened to be a part of one such interesting congregation of Capital's single luminaries at the launch of Chasing the good life on being single.

An interesting blend of opinions emerged from the nearly two hours that I spent on the romantically-lit (hmm...and strategically too) terrace of Taj Man Singh.

Some of the most interesting people cavorted around, blowing air-kisses, proudly wearing the 'singles' crown (or maybe the stag's horns).

There were 20-something P-3 reporters in their shimmery sandals, famed sommeliers, nonagenarian and turbaned writers, crumpled-saree-big-bindi flaunting NGO women, social butterflies in rustling silks, the usual-suspect firangs, the devils and the devil's advocates - all celebrating their singular status.

There I was, in a strangely paradoxical world where all those with colourful personal (and not necessary private) histories calling themselves single...and therefore, ready to mingle. While some were separated - legally or mortally - from their spouses, others hadn't tasted the proverbial apple.

(Then there were also some who had stolen the apple from the neighbour's orchard, made an apple pie and devoured it in the privacy of their homes.)

There was this charming young man who tried all his personal advantages to convince me about the merits of going or being single, and then there was this professor who educated me on how her life has been so completely "her own" after she parted ways with her husband. "You've got to be very strong to be single," she said, nodding seriously while sipping on her white wine.

As I was about to give in to the temptation of the novel concept, I met this ex-journo (she chose to call herself that) who gave me an interesting perspective.

She said she had been blissfully settled in her nuptial for close to three decades and was as fiercely independent as anyone else. And, why does she say that? "You know, I do find happiness in my husband's wishes and my children's tantrums, but I have a life to call my own. I would surely recommend marriage to anyone who's willing to enjoy a good life and yet have someone to go back home to."

Did it leave me any wiser? No. Did it leave me decidedly confident about which road to take when you reach a fork in your life? No.

But it did make me smile.





About the AuthorDivisha Gupta ...Read Morefirst published:October 14, 2006, 15:55 ISTlast updated:October 14, 2006, 15:55 IST
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