Man is a natural born hunter. We need to stalk our prey, plan our approach, lay out the bait, wait patiently for the exact opportunity to strike, sight it between the crosshairs, pull the trigger and finally bag your catch…..
Which according to me can be applied to wooing a woman. Now, there is a lot more to that statement than what is written. What I mean is all the physical and mental torture which goes on behind the scenes during the hunt…the adrenaline pumping, the heartbeat racing, the hands trembling moments, the hair pulling moments, the face blushing moments, the sleepless nights and the stomach churning anxiety…sometimes making you just want to give it all up and run away. Not to forget, all the questions which start crowding your head - Will I get it or Wont I? If I do this…what will be the reaction?, Maybe I shouldn’t do that …, If I do get it , Then what should I do ?, Should I plan what to do after I get it now or should I wait and see what happens first and then plan ahead ?. Whatever it may be, all of this boils down to it being ‘ THE THRILL OF THE HUNT’. Something that once your trophy has been finally acquired…and your life is finally sorted…well…you miss it!
In the beginning, as a teenage boy, you start to learn how to hunt, you make a lot of mistakes initially i.e. you may get a crow instead of the duck you were actually aiming for (everyone knows this one as we have all been there). There are times when you suddenly find some old photographs and say to yourself… What the hell made me do that back then? …
As time goes by, you learn from those crucial mistakes and you begin to improve…
Your aim improves… so does your agility… your technique, your intellect and… your stamina…
As you reach your early 20’s, many stick with what they have already captured, others start to get desperate to find some, while some are in just in it for the sport and don’t mind hunting sometimes as often as a new one every week.
Push back a few years later…you come to realize that the hunters out there can be now to specifically classified into 4 types:
1. There’s the dedicated one, who knows exactly what he wants once he sees it and goes precisely after it until he gets it.
2. There’s the desperate one who hasn’t really made up his mind about anything and just tries firing shots in the air, hoping to get lucky and hit something.
3. There’s the sneaky one …who like a hyena prowls on other people’s already bagged prey.
4. And finally there’s the fourth orthodox one… The kind who doesn’t even try to get his hands dirty so he prefers that his parents get him his ready packed frozen steak from the local supermarket, in which everything you need to know is already printed on the label, i.e. the brand, the weight, the price and the expiry date.
But what ‘does’ happen once all the excitement has died down, once you are satisfied, once your life returns back to normal….
- Do you sit in your armchair, staring blankly out of your window with your Scotch on the rocks and dream about those days?
- Do you often take on a young apprentice and watch him then chase such magnificent and noble prey, which makes you now feel like such a loser?
- Do you sit down at your local bar and narrate stories of your exploits to anyone who would care to listen?
- Do you often get tempted to get in just ‘once’ again for old times sake?
- Or are you just sometimes now just driven to the edge, in which you are forcefully or willingly put back into the game?
Whatever the consequences of the hunt may be, every moment of it should be savoured like there is no tomorrow because at the end of the day, nothing is more worth it than someone for whom you have really fought for and for whom you have done everything possible to get her to fall in love with you….
Oi, Kiran ….Get Me One More Whisky Soda …..!
Which according to me can be applied to wooing a woman. Now, there is a lot more to that statement than what is written. What I mean is all the physical and mental torture which goes on behind the scenes during the hunt…the adrenaline pumping, the heartbeat racing, the hands trembling moments, the hair pulling moments, the face blushing moments, the sleepless nights and the stomach churning anxiety…sometimes making you just want to give it all up and run away. Not to forget, all the questions which start crowding your head - Will I get it or Wont I? If I do this…what will be the reaction?, Maybe I shouldn’t do that …, If I do get it , Then what should I do ?, Should I plan what to do after I get it now or should I wait and see what happens first and then plan ahead ?. Whatever it may be, all of this boils down to it being ‘ THE THRILL OF THE HUNT’. Something that once your trophy has been finally acquired…and your life is finally sorted…well…you miss it!
In the beginning, as a teenage boy, you start to learn how to hunt, you make a lot of mistakes initially i.e. you may get a crow instead of the duck you were actually aiming for (everyone knows this one as we have all been there). There are times when you suddenly find some old photographs and say to yourself… What the hell made me do that back then? …
As time goes by, you learn from those crucial mistakes and you begin to improve…
Your aim improves… so does your agility… your technique, your intellect and… your stamina…
As you reach your early 20’s, many stick with what they have already captured, others start to get desperate to find some, while some are in just in it for the sport and don’t mind hunting sometimes as often as a new one every week.
Push back a few years later…you come to realize that the hunters out there can be now to specifically classified into 4 types:
1. There’s the dedicated one, who knows exactly what he wants once he sees it and goes precisely after it until he gets it.
2. There’s the desperate one who hasn’t really made up his mind about anything and just tries firing shots in the air, hoping to get lucky and hit something.
3. There’s the sneaky one …who like a hyena prowls on other people’s already bagged prey.
4. And finally there’s the fourth orthodox one… The kind who doesn’t even try to get his hands dirty so he prefers that his parents get him his ready packed frozen steak from the local supermarket, in which everything you need to know is already printed on the label, i.e. the brand, the weight, the price and the expiry date.
But what ‘does’ happen once all the excitement has died down, once you are satisfied, once your life returns back to normal….
- Do you sit in your armchair, staring blankly out of your window with your Scotch on the rocks and dream about those days?
- Do you often take on a young apprentice and watch him then chase such magnificent and noble prey, which makes you now feel like such a loser?
- Do you sit down at your local bar and narrate stories of your exploits to anyone who would care to listen?
- Do you often get tempted to get in just ‘once’ again for old times sake?
- Or are you just sometimes now just driven to the edge, in which you are forcefully or willingly put back into the game?
Whatever the consequences of the hunt may be, every moment of it should be savoured like there is no tomorrow because at the end of the day, nothing is more worth it than someone for whom you have really fought for and for whom you have done everything possible to get her to fall in love with you….
Oi, Kiran ….Get Me One More Whisky Soda …..!
