Rick's Ramblings: In search of our personal ‘Rahul Khannas’ ...

That gorgeous smile, those abs, those glasses, that New York apartment and even that monogrammed Louis Vuitton trunk, it’s as one of my friends once said, “he looks like he dropped out of a soft focus dream. (I think the monogrammed LV trunk and the neatly folded clothes on his Instagram post did that for him), but nevertheless, he mentioned that ‘Rahul is like a mythical creature out of The Lord of The Rings’ or something like that. Yes, we are talking about Rahul Khanna.

Yes, seriously, he’s just too perfect, like seriously, those Rahul Khanna kind of people are just a myth. I’m telling you, it isn’t real. Nope, in reality, all you got is “hello, you want to make ‘frandship’ with me”. Yikes! You have only got that category left here. Yes, I’m talking about the pathetic dating scene in Mumbai. Let me clarify ‘dating’ is not hooking up, for that there are a lot of abs and biceps and triceps flying around, you can catch any of that at any of our city gyms or clubs and seasonally, at the fashion weeks (just to clarify not looking down upon hooking up) but I’m talking about dating like going to the Tasting Room and chatting about real things over a bottle of wine and Watermelon Feta salad kind of a date (okay, let’s say that salad and then some appetisers and then some main course and some dessert.

Oh come on, you have to have the whole meal, it’s the fabulous chef Manoj at the Tasting Room so you have to eat). Sorry I digressed. Anyway getting back on track, you know I’m talking someone nice, doesn’t have to be the real Rahul Khanna but just someone nice, sweet (not fake sweet, like real sweet), mildly intelligent, to some extent, decent looking (no abs needed, just a nice face will suffice, we are not being too demanding you see), also mildly wealthy (okay, slightly better than mild will be nice, say will be able to afford a five-carat eventually kind of wealthy, no we aren’t gold digging).

You know, just a casual date with someone genuinely nice, it’s not too much to ask for. Turns out the city has nothing left, either they are taken, married to undeserving weirdos (sarcastic, eye roll)  or are in New York (reference Rahul Khanna) or moving to New York reference “the ex” sigh.

Even my Tinder keeps showing up ‘there is no one around you’. The other day, I was so irritated, I almost shouted back at my Tinder saying, “I swear, tell me about it (sarcastic eye roll once more).” I know, I know Tinder is to hook up but was just looking, sigh! So where are dateable people? I think the city has become date deficient. So I think it’s time we pack our own monogrammed LV trunks and move somewhere in search of our personal Rahul Khannas. Bye bye!