'So... When you getting married??'
'There is time.. I cant focus on one gal right now!!'

This is what I get at marriages and long-time-no-see conversations... and thats what I give!! Earlier it was 'in another 6 months' everytime I was asked this question..

'I cant focus on one gal right now' though it doesnt mean what it intends to, although its said to imply what it means to (this is whats happening with my life, there's more of this coming down) I cant focus on anything for that matter now.. The word focus has lost its focus and is blurred in my life. The presence of purpose gives one a direction in life, a reason to live, wake up the next morning... but the lack of it, a purpose not defined, a void filling up everything, the emptiness of existence returns you the same nothingness which gets piled up under the stomach like fat. The obesity of listless life gives you long hair, hair that keeps growing like weed wild and unattended and an avoidable beard (occasionally avoided when it surpasses the thresholds of tolerance often questioning my age!!) devdas-like suiting itself, acting like the window showcasing the aimless existence. The beard is often indispensable as the absence of it, a clean shave coupled with long hair gives an appearance which tends to get feminine backed with my name, corroborating the deception. Its only the hair that grows stalling the growth elsewhere and a beard, on and off, posing its own tolerance levels and gender concerns fueled by the charring memories hidden deep down inside the brain growing numb beneath the growing hair.. The good memories standing tall growing into the long hair veiling the eyes, blurring the vision of the present basking in the glories of the past. The bitter pricking memories tolerated on the face until it is wiped(shaved) off clean...

There are only memories good and bitter ones, and the long hair....
There is nothing more to life...