Hey, it’s Simmi, won’t you share your intimate thoughts with me? Last few months, I guess I’ve been speculating on the true ironics of fate and life…….how two people can find chemistry with each other, then break up and find chemistry again with other people. But before I explain, what is chemistry, first of all?? It’s an elusive ingredient, the garam masala in the chat, the mustard seeds in the sambhar, the chhole in the chhole bhature…..you know what I mean right?! So how come even the chemists are scratching their wise heads to try and figure out how two people can have chemistry?? What is the common molecule of love that is drawing them together in a spiral, almost? Can it be personality, or is it just physical attraction? Down the ages, thinkers have tried to answer and have failed to provide even an iota of logic to this mystery.
Anyway, chemistry is like sex: not possible to explain to a virgin!!!! Some people may say, what the hell, how does it bother me?? But to some people, this question will strike a chord of curiosity. Some couples are like yin and yang, totally opposite personalities that somehow fit into each other even though no one could have predicted beforehand. Have you ever felt that way, that you were living a completely different existence from your boyfriend, but still you were able to find common ground for a deep relationship? A relationship based on trust and true love: yes, there were the occasional fights and disagreeings, but there was mutual camaraderie on the physical and spiritual plane. But when the break-up finally happened, then it was as though the sky had crashed down and you could not believe how you ever had anything in common!!! And then there was a time of healing, of spending quality time with your close pals, and closing your Facebook account, until……you had that moment of euphoria again, after meeting some guy that made your heart go ballistic!!!!! Yup: chemistry had struck again!!!
I was thinking of all this the other day because of a strange incident: I was eve-teased by some Mexican guy on the street, and instead of giving a sharp response, I walked away quietly. Guess I should have reported the bastard, but I really wanted to tell him: Look, please don’t waste the time, I can never have the chemistry with a Mexican or foreigner, we are too many worlds apart in our life and philosophy, and even God could not have made a plan for such a match!!! Do you guys think I’m a racist? Shil keeps bringing it up and laughing, saying that I’m a racist, but I don’t feel that way. After all, love is not a racial emotion, but chemistry is all about sharing food habits, common student background, and spiritual aspirations, and that is why I can feel physically attracted to Ricky Martin, but I would never consider a romantic association with him. Call me old-fashioned, but never a racist!!!
