Memoirs of Bachelorhood

Don’t get me wrong ’cause am still in the same phase of life. Delightful bachelorhood. Where responsibilities are important but not crucial and when we have the freedom to do, if I may, whatever we want. I have and still am enjoying my days as a bachelor. And since I am in a new city I have virtually all the freedom I ever need. Yesterday my friends and I went to Lonavala… a hill station nearby. Huh! Hill station. Saw many hills but other than that I dint get any feel of it. The sun beating down relentlessly on us. Ruthless, right from the very beginning. We reached the place and took a ride to a nearby spot. I don’t remember the name nor was there anything cool to see. Except for the view of the valley which was breath taking. Finally something to raise my spirits… a tattoo shop. Been searching for it since leaving my home. Of course ’twas a temp one. I decided to go ahead with it. It started off pretty well. A chain on my right bicep. After an hour I was still sitting there in the sun and the guy was painstakingly tattooing my arm. Finally done. I had to let it dry. Patience is a virtue. Not for me. Left the place with my sleeves up.

My arm on my friend’s shoulder I walked in the sun to let it dry. Finally satisfied that it had dried up I rolled down my sleeves. Then I let the adventurer in me take charge. As we walked down the highway we saw a steep hill by the side of it. Finally I got the chance to use my shoes to the fullest. It might seem a little silly but while buying my Woodland shoes I had hoped to go trekking at least once. The view from the top was just breath taking. Celebrated our victory with a few screams and a few clicks.

Trekking… tattooing… some of the few things that only a young adult bachelor would dare to do. Ok leave trekking…tattooing should fit that list. And still many more to come. Many many more….