Oh My Bholenaath !

Chapter 1

Have you ever broken up three times in a relationship? No right? Cause that's absurd.

Well I just did. Priya broke up with me for the third time! Why? Well the first time she said that her parents are not approving. I said alright, I mean what else can we do? Fight for our love? This isn't DDLJ.
Then one day she drunk texted me and the next day we were back.
Then the second time she said that I don't give her enough attention.
I was like, "enough attention? We meet almost everyday!"
Then again she came back and we again started dating and today she broke up with me again.

You must wonder why, right? Well because her ex boyfriend (yes. The one before me.) came back from London. And she wants him back. Well that is not what she told me, she just threw the "I don't think this is working out" classic on my face.
The ex thing I figured out on my own when I checked her new instagram post with him.
The caption reading, "When meant to be, the whole universe conspires to make two souls meet again."

Tsk. What a joke. But who cares.
Now you must also think why in the world did I date her three times. Because I am hopeless and desperate for love! (Chandler reference here)

My love life has been so bad. I am 30 years old and all my friends are married and some even have children but I? I'm still swiping left and right on Tinder. And my profile on Shaadi.com is just rotting at this point. Am I that bad looking? Maybe I am.

Oh! And my introduction? I'm Indushekhar Kumar Singh. But people just call me 'Shekhar.' I am 30 years old. I'm a software engineer from a state government college.

I've always been the backbencher in my own life. Wasn't good in Sports or studies. My love life is also hopeless. Even after giving endless nights and days to my work, still haven't got any increment since two-three years.

I just don't get what I could be doing wrong.

I also have a younger sister. Her name is Maya. Maya Singh. She is a married woman.
She got married at 22 years only. You can guess that I belong from an orthodox family.

Oh also, I do love to paint. Yes, that is one sole thing I am good at. But who cares about painting? Artists? And creativity?
When the concept of "who earns more" exists.

"Why you want to struggle so much? Leave this behind. Engineering karlo. That will be safer for you." This is what I was told.
Cause afterall, security is what we all need, right?

My family is also a great poojari family. We love Gods. And Gods love us. Or well that is what they like to believe. I don't.

This whole "God" concept does not sit right with me. I've gotten alot of gaalis and slaps from my mom whenever I spoke against God.
Or ever questioned the traditions and rituals.

So. Yes. God and I aren't great buds, if anything then I guess God does not like me.
Mutual feelings.

But I love my mom. So for her, I bare with it.
And do I believe that there is a creator? Maybe. Maybe not. I personally do not have much opinions about this matter.

Neither do I like alot of discussion about this.

Well now that we know who I am, I should start getting ready for office. Today is a big day afterall. Cannot be late.