They say the best times of one’s life are the college and bachelor years. College years for the obvious reasons; lots of activity, freedom, and access to nearly everything. You can get away with anything, including pulling off the sign post of a bar and grill from the roadside and hanging it from your hostel window. You grow up, make friends, get into fights, and learn the things that matter in life.
Bachelorhood is breaking-out time. Life takes shape as you shake off the carelessness of your college days and train your sights on money and the need to stabilise. While Alexander the Great went about trying to conquer the world, a young bachelor, since there is no more world to conquer and needs more time to conquer the office, will have to find an alternative. The reason is simple; a man ought to conquer some place... or something.
The natural place to direct his conquering energies is his cave, the place he lives and calls home, even if it is a bed-sitter on top of a crowded flat or a one-bedroom apartment. This is the place where he invites his friends for post-match banter, the place where he entertains his female friends, the place where his folks can find him for a weekend of village and family talk, the place where he can welcome his mother and father, the place where he rises every morning and goes to sleep every night.
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