Podding Couples

My job is of the guy, who does classification… you know the guy who puts things into boxes. Somehow, he has to have an opinion about the product he sees. It is required. And is it strange to see our jobs rub onto our lives?

See, a insurance policy agent, he will always try and sell it to you, may that be an idea, his advice or anything at all. A perfect housewife ( homemaker to be politically correct) would enrich you with homely and stabilizing perspective on no matter what…

So just like that, when I see by-products of our global, jet setting, fast food-fast date-fast die lifestyle, it is nothing but a co-curricular activity to classify it. So, this time these by-products happen to be couple. You know…

Convenient Couples:

They know what they are in it for. Simple and Straight. Clinical and on the face value. Resulting in fast and convenient volatile motion of preferences.

Chipkoo Couples:

The ones which are perfect props for fevi-quick advertisements. Jesus, I get bored of myself sometime, don’t know how people can’t get enough of each other. They are together over breakfast, lunch, tea-coffee breaks,(over loo breaks if they could but…well)

Compartmentalized Couples:

A very special and premium breed. Consciously keeping personal and professional life separate. No lunches – no coffees within the premises. Brilliant guys. Respect.

“Lekin mein… Suno too…. Hann par mein, wohh….. Aakash ke ghar!... Copules

Ahh easy fellas. These are the easiest to spot, a guy would always walk around with an apologetic gesture and glance towards heavens to ask what have I got myself into again but taken extreme satisfaction in the whole ‘making up to you’ game.

Weekend Couples:

Life in a strange city can be boring and specially over the weekends and what best way to kill boredom that be with people. So you might see these folks little more frequently over the weekends as compared to normal days.

Troubled Couples:

You wonder because you see them fight more than be at peace.

Confused Couples:

“Nahh, we are just friends.” Yes those ones.

The Cute ones…

There is nothing logical that can explain why you find them ‘just about perfect’ Some folks, you find yourself at most comfortable with, you can share the smile with them. End of the day you might just say, “Man, there is something about them…kinda cute.”

Now, don’t be mad at the onlooker. He is just one of you, maybe with a bit cynical but realistic, compassionate but a lil dark perspective on the situation.

Neo