There is something about Single in the City.

Every Sunday , with abated breath I wait and wait eagerly curious to read what's on the menu of "Single in the City" , a weekly article occupying the not so obscure corner of Hindustan Times , yet managing to win over millions of readers and flooring a few , myself included . The person conceiving the idea calls herself Sushmita Bose . She seems to be a darling to one and all for reasons beyond gender bias that we males are inherited with. Although the articles talk of mundane , dour yet enticing occurrences, the perspective that it has of a hallucinating pretty lady adds to the zing. It makes one delve into the insights of fairer sex , whose aura of incomprehensibility still persists.

The articles are rash , daring at times , atrociously light and refreshing and on occasions more than a few denigrating the modesty of womanhood , a stuff that all grown ups long yet are deprived of. It has elements of Aphrodisiac, amorous tales narrated to keep the readers hooked (at least the lady has succeeded with both hands up on this front). Besides the pretty damsel playing with the hearts of so many readers with concocted tales is the yielding of all male idiots before the might of pen, myself excluded. Yet i cannot let myself to be left out in the lurch . So willingly I have jumped into the fray and been bugged not bogged.
I must confess it's all in the name. The damsel's name and the maternal linkage to a state notorious for sloppiness yet celebrated for the prolific lineage of beauties ranging from sensual Suchitra Sen to the sensational Sushmita , adds elements of sensuousness though far removed from the Debonair flair. The lady herself seems to of the opinion that what sells should be flaunted. Articles on very intimate womanly things are on her menu. Exactly for this purpose do I regularly find mention of alone in the city vulnerable to a stalker , a sensual discussion of the Bra , quite to the amusement of women readers, a lively concoction on office boss accosting the lady , and the lady willingly offering herself as a quid pro quo , the pestering guiding on the part of parents keeping a tab on their credulous daughter preventing her from going astray in an unsafe city such as Delhi. This is not the end . What makes her so distinct and special is the mocking and hilarious use of expressions , that colloquial English the articles are aw ashed with.
But this fan following has come at the cost of Upala Sen , who seems to be playing second fiddle to the lady. I hope I could bail her out of the readership crisis. But Alas ! For that bitch Single in The City, even I am smitten.