Life in a metro ...

Everything has become so damn busy with the metros that only a few would think of stepping out and meeting their counterparts, family or friends. Talking of this I would like to highlight a few activities of an individual living in the ‘upmarket’ cities. The basic requirement a home with parking space, power back up and healthy water supply, which isn’t basic anymore. I happen to live in Delhi and could tell from my observation that men have transformed into robots working the hell out of their lives.

Robotic regimes have given rise to a number of problems in the urban man. He used to extract a little time for the family which is pretty much going missing in him anymore. He could take a stroll down the lane of his house he can’t afford to do that as the next morning’s schedule would all be chaotic. He could think of catching up on the player in him but can he afford to do that while his bills are still unpaid and he has to deposit that while on his way to the office. The wives, the distressed lot have their own share of problems which would comprise of no time from the husband, shopping alone and although hidden but darker side of it attraction towards someone more ‘free to talk’. The social and personal relations are at stake with such monotonous lifestyles being followed unwillingly by the people living in the more educated section of the society.

Competition amongst the folks, peers, friends is a definite reason why everyone is running towards swallowing the sun. Our very own society would write off a person if he ain’t too good with the academics. Give me a break, not everyone is a Newton !! there has to be a line between expectations and realities. This Urban man or Ubersexuals, Metrosexuals etc. are the end products of the brought up they’ve been through and they dread being termed a looser. They were never taught to loose in their life how could they now. As soon as a child is born he is looked upon as a warrior or some reincarnation of god who would rescue the parents. Who are we befooling, ourselves? The child has come to the world and hasn’t even opened his eyes to the world. Let him decide what he has to do what has he got to achieve.

My message goes out to all the people who are ‘wanna be super parents’ because doing this is spoiling their own as well as their children’s life and while trying to win the race they are wearing their feet. The pain is experienced only when all’s over and then you tend to realise that driving at an average speed would have reaped you better benefits because the fuel would have lasted longer.