Everyone talking to me these days is interested in knowing “who is my type?”; so that they could
contribute their share to the whole process of match fixing, a thing more
complicated than cracking the IPL fixing.
After a series of self talks, pep talks, swot analysis and a
bout of arguments with parents, siblings and friends, I realized it has nothing
to do with “who is my type” rather, “I am nobody’s type”. The unique me, happy
being the independent myself one minute, craving for attention the next. Being
content with the present for a minute, leaping to the future the next. Believing
beauty is not skin deep, while reaching for my kohl. Hating the digital world,
yet naming my phone, laptop and I pad. Waiting to brace the cyclone, without caring
to open the windows to catch a breeze.
The “ME” that appears alright and sensible to the world,
still longs to swing like a child. Can spell ambiguous right, but confuses with
happyness. Everybody’s punch bag, but hate it when people read my mind. Can’t
stand pets, but cares to check for - no animal testing, in all damn products. Can
gulp endless cups of green tea but can also melt at the sight of an ice cream parlour.
Loves to dress in muted colours, yet goes nuts over rainbows and butterflies. Cares
to carry a hand sanitizer, but loves to lick the chocolate off the fingers.
Isn't a movie buff, but doesn’t spare reviews of movies.
Can’t stand mathematics,
buts looks forward for solving the Sodoku corner in newspapers. Swears to be
non ritualistic, but says silent thanks before every meal. Loves to cook, but can’t
stand the thought of doing it 24X7. Follows the news, but loves to stay
disconnected. Jewellery design is a passion, but wait the diamond is not my
best friend. Looks forward to new experiences, but is scared of changes. Loves to kill time, but dares not to look at
the calendar.
Not a papa’s girl, but any day, dad is my hero. Not a mama’s girl
but she is among my best friends. Can’t agree on a single thing with my
brother, but he is my best buddy. Open hearted and talkative but I blurt out
only to a few.
So for all those,
here is the typical me, who is a combination of opposites, unpredictable and unbelievable
even to myself at times. Describing me isn’t even a distant possibility,
because it is finite paper but infinite thoughts. How can I possibly find
someone who is my type?? Thank god,
I am nobody’s type!!
