Well, bachelors are a much-maligned lot, and I am not trying to defend them-after all, I was a bachelor once. Let's just say this is a more analytical piece about the behaviour of bachelors, than most.
Bachelors have no care in the world. School, homework and stuff like that does not bother them. Cooking used to bother them, but with Swiggys and Zomatoes of the world becoming the in-thing, that is a thing of the past. Most things that would keep a housewife tense, like cleaning the house, or washing clothes, bachelors have made their peace with. So the chances of anything upsetting their peaceful life are slim. With one exception. The choice of fruits.
A Guava you can cut and eat. A Banana simply needs peeling. So it's an Ok fruit, though the peeling is a bit of effort. An apple may be eaten by biting into it just as Adam and Eve did ages ago, without major consequences. An Orange also requires peeling, but the Nagpur variety is easy, like 2-minute noodles. It is with the pomegranate that problems arise. Bachelors usually are not used to the intricate complexities that removing close layers of skin that pomegranates present them with. A Papaya, they may be able to deal with, though there is some de-seeding required. It's a lot easier. Or even a cantaloupe - what we call Musk Melon.
The difficulty levels with a Pomegranate are of a 10x magnitude, from a bachelor's viewpoint. His simple soul does not understand, therefore he takes sanyaas- from eating pomegranates, I mean. Hope you understand, and empathise.
