The phone rings, My Mother picks up.
She: "Hello?... aha! oh! hmm... hmmm... hmmm.. oh! great!.. hold on a second"
Now she turns towards me, a hapless creature who is ruthlessly trapped in a crazy world of crazy people who think marriage is the final and only destination for a girl. Back to the conversation now.
She: "Hey! Your Grandpa's friend's friend's daughter's mother-in-law's nephew" phew! "is searching" read: hunting desperately "for a girl who is a software engineer" notice the qualification being stressed "soooo.... interested?"
Me: "Mom! but I dont want to marry, not in the near future, you know.." She stops me
She: "Look the boy" predator "is really well qualified and decent" and she learnt this in two minutes of introduction.
Me:"But mom!"
She: "No buts here!"
Me: "I'm not interested"
She: Now returning back to my grandpa's friend's friend "Leave your number with me, I'll call you back" she smiles as if he can see her and scribbles the number wrong, and my belief in God grew stronger.
She: "Look, you are not getting any younger, you will have to get married someday!"
Me: "Is that a rule?"
She: "Now don't talk like that!" never seen her blush so much
Me: Seeing no way out "Ok tell me what's he doing?"
She: Happier "He is working in Infosys"
Me: "As a?"
She : "Of course he will be working as a software engineer!"
Me: Roll my eyes "Not necessarily"
She : "He will be! can't you see?" see what? "he is looking for a qualified girl! and he is from *long name* family"
Me: out of curiosity "how tall is he?"
She: "5 feet 5 inches"
Me: "But mom, I'm 5,5!! I need a tall guy!"
She: "You dont wear high heeled shoes anyway.. so it will work out and besides he is going to US by January next year and he needs to marry before that"
Me: "What? how will I get to know him in such short time? and what will I do when he goes off in Jan, till I get my Visa should I sit at home n eat nuts?"
She: "Girls these days! make them economically independent and they forget their manners and culture and &%##$@ &*%%$# @#$$%^# ..."
Me: I change the TV channel to a local one "Mom, your serial has started"
She: "Oh! I missed the first 5 minutes! I wonder where that guy ran away with the child, it was so crucial!"
Me: "Mom.. he is still running" Geeesh! I slowly slip away. My dad, who was a mute specatator all this time, smiles. It was almost a Hi5.
Now over to next weekend and the drama continues..
Friday, October 21, 2005
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16 comments:
Hoho!!! So somebody is on her way to marriage!! Poor whoever-the-guy-is/ will be!! My condolences to him.
Hey Deepti...sad to hear u trapped in this usual drama. I totally sympathesize with u! :P All the best in warding it off!
@Kannu, well, just be glad it isn't you :P
@Pooja, Thanks :)
Hehe.. No comments! :P
Kahani Ghar Ghar ki...
Hey so when U tying the knot ??? Infy guy - taking U to US - Kool.
Hey Congrats, n all the best...
aw!!
i sympathise with u totally!!!
all the best!!
smiles :)
hey deepthi...ts been son long..:) you seem to be bloggin lesser these days..hows you been...btw i changed places...
Hey..will red ur post later...just came 2 wish u a very happy and a safe Deepavali
Nice strategy to make your mom's attention to divert onto something else!!...
same ol crap....
after the 25/100 things abt me...
it was fun reading this ... :)
:)
lol brilliant account of our age-old custom of arranged disaster...er... marriage!
dont be surprised if you find your profile on shaadi.com :P
good one yaar
is every mom like this...
"mom ur serial has started"
lol
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