I love pizza

Lately, a lot of people are being caught in betting scandals in cricket. Every day a new person shows up in the news and is allegedly blamed for betting. I don't follow the news. What would be fun though is if tomorrow one picks up the newspaper and the headline says that Baba Ramdev was caught betting. If it says that Baba is into betting big time and he lures in his followers into betting as well then I will start following him (on Twitter, he would be modern enough to have a Twitter account if he is into betting).
Someone asked on Quora as to how to adjust being single? I believe that being single is hard if you get out of a relationship. You spend hours with that person every day either on the phone or face to face. So once they are gone, there is a time void in this case which people call as missing the other person. In reality, you are not missing the other person, you are just having spare time every day and you are bound to think about them. The best way to get over this is a rebound. 
If you're  single for a long period then the feeling that drives you crazy is frustration. You get very pessimistic in life and tend to think that your life isn't headed anywhere. You try and pursue a hobby and do something constructive. You will get a feeling of achievement which you were lacking.
In both the cases, blogging and social networking sites can be of great help. They help you communicate with others and telling them about your feelings.

One of my closest friends had a heated argument with me. My Facebook status read "there a difference between loving someone and being in love with someone". It is like, if you love eating pizza, that doesn't mean that you eat pizza all the time (too much of everything/everyone is bad). He felt that I was objectifying women by comparing them to a pizza. We were arguing on my wall (although we could continue the discussion in private chat, but what is the fun in that?). He was right in his way. But pizza is just a layman example to explain what I was trying to say. Pizza is an object and if I am comparing a woman to a pizza, it seems like I am objectifying women. First of all, the pizza could be a man also, not necessarily a woman. And I wasn't objectifying, I was just trying to rationalize love in my own way to prevent people from having any heartbreaks and preserve the precious little time in this ephemeral life. So that is the ideology behind my writing as well. I don't have an intention to demean women. I have the utmost respect for them and I think that they are better than men in most aspects. 

The story I am going to narrate now was anonymously dropped in by someone. He wanted some advice on a major problem in his life.

                                              

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All the characters in this story are fictitious. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead is purely coincidental (if you find any resemblance, let me know as well because I don't know whose story this is).

I was doing hotel management in the Taj group of hotels. The best part about hotel management is that you are not devoid of girls. This was one of the major reasons why I preferred hotel management over engineering. There was one girl in my batch (there were many girls in my batch), who I really liked. Her name was Aashna (fictitious name). She was a really good looking girl and even by nature, she was a gem of a person. I got talking to her and really felt for her. My feelings for her were really genuine.

In the backdrop, there was this cousin of mine who very well knew that I was in love with Aashna. He is the cat's whiskers, he proposed to Aashna before I could tell her about my feelings. She said "Yes".

I am working with the Hilton group of hotels in New York right now and I am pretty well off, I own a penthouse. Aashna got engaged to my cousin a few months back and they are getting married by the end of this year. I still haven't gotten over her, and I think I never will.

Why is life so unfair to people who have been honest and hard working throughout their life?

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I am actually no one to comment on this or give some advice. I am the 'I love pizza' kind of guy. But if you think over it, I am blamed for objectifying women, but don't you think you are objectifying Aashna. I mean you had feelings for her, your cousin had feelings for her, what about her? Maybe even she felt for your cousin. And your cousin wasn't playing around with her. Even he had genuine feelings for her.

I maybe am wrong about whatever I said but I am not wrong about one thing. Life hasn't been unfair to you. You are excelling in your career, living in a penthouse. You are just destined to be with someone else, someone better. Just be patient and wait for her.

You can share some incident with me. Mail me at sid1391990@gmail.com. You can even leave it anonymously in the comments section of the survey.

Later
Sidhant
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