I do need one. My blog space is blank. Ok, let’s not get into un-necessary debates here. It is my mind that is searching for stuff to write not my ego. Anyway, stop interrupting, I seem to be getting something here.

 Soulmates do not need to recognize each other. They just attract  each other like magnets.

 You may take it for granted that it is a HE. Definitely. No confusion or compromise there. A gentleman soul. Boy, man, wizard whatever. Man soul.

WANTED SOULMATE – A REAL MAN

  It would be really nice if the soulmate comes packaged nicely in the form of Sean Connery, Omar Sharif, George Clooney, Brad Pitt, Johnny Depp, or even Dilip Kumar. That’s dreamy, I know.  I wouldn’t mind a Bill Gates packaging either.

 Now when I think about it, it’s too late to be searching for a soulmate. Usually that happens when you are young, shapely and attractive. That’s when you need diamonds, chiffons, cars and foreign jaunts.

 And perhaps publicity. You don’t want to invite rude comments  below your blogspace and have recommendations (of possible matches) thrust under the blog because an aging poet is bitterly regretting his past and making sweet passes at lady bloggers.

 After all it isn’t everyday that you get calls for soulmates from fellow bloggers. Okay so what if we aren’t the sole-mates? TAK .

But there is a risk factor. What if the profile pics are illusionary fronts? How do you rely that Big Mojo or Keshav really looks like his pic? Do you think that Red Strawberry may not be sweet as strawberry but as savage as her words? Bilingual might have posted his handsome neighbour’s pic instead of his own. And V.S. Gopal may have a moustache as wild as Dali’s or be stodgy like Picasso. We can only believe Nargis is as pretty as her pic. What if PBS decides that his soulmate is too young and desirable or someone who is an old bandicoot in  Sulekha? Will proposals, comments and recommendations cram his space?

 This where a contract comes in.  Pre-mate contract.  You can slip away if reality does not match the name or pic.

  But in-spite of everything, the word “soul mate” does have a magical ring to it. It reels in foolish salivating men like moths attracted to feminine fire. I know why and how. They imagine that a soul-mate with no ‘physical packaging’ might massage their ego with soft murmurs, make no demands on time and thin wallets, and magically produce fragrant food from the air. Thoda pyar, thoda magic!

 Somehow I get a sneaky feeling that this business of soul mates originated in the minds of desperate- for- eye-balls writers and poets who need a sitting duck to blame for zero inspiration on subjects to write as their weekly must -do.

Soul-mate, fellows?

A forehand smash to PBS’s ace.   For those who have not read PBS soul searching blog here is the link.

http://bittersweet.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/07/soulmate-wanted.htm?utm_source=notification&utm_medium=dashboard&utm_content=viewed%20a%20blog