Come january, the chilling winter , new resolutions, upteem goals set, smiling faces , yet there's a gloom........
The profound pain of another year ending in an unfulfilled note. Indian parents are born to worry, live with regret, spend oldage in prayers, nagging complaints.
And what do they worry the most, for a son his job, apphrehensions about his career moves, bad choices in girls, bikes..for a daughter her marriage & eagerness for grandchildren.
Well there's no time for peace, a serene calm moment, when a lot is at stake.
The year was a roller coster ride for me, a Jack sparrow adventure....
This post is specially dedicated to the october guy-
From the lot number of shaadi connections that my dear parents have made, came calling a doctor from Chennai... so its the chennai guy. After the initial phase of profile exchange we decided (parents) to meet at a common location.
The sunday morn we met in his hotel lobby..........
I was at my best ( well they were heads rolling & few glances).
He lead me to the lobby in a gentleman way....ladies first.
Showed his upbringing....well mannered (A+)
Chennai guy : Am a consultant in a multispeciality hospital & you are a resident.
Me : yes i am (mann to chhah rahatha ke nursery ki first class loon, tameez mai)
Chennai guy : My parents are blah blah blah....family is blah blah......
Me : _____________pause ( profile mey dekha hai, pause wala button kahan hai)
Chennai guy : i wasted a sunday, its a leisure day for me. you know i go swimming in evenings, but its on hold today. Had to catch a 5am flight.
Me : *@# ( what the f_ _ k)
Chennai guy : my job is very hectic, i dont know what else to do.
Me : hmmm....
And he went on & on explaining his hospital mortality rates, patient input, medico legal suits.....infact he spoke about everything else exept the reason why i agreed to meet him after much pursuation.
I was there trying to hide my laughter behind a fake cute smile.
There were 9 rings in the cushion pattern ( thats what i was actually doing, staring at the innate objects).
By now he was exhausted & i was drowning (Oh great Lord!, where are you).
In short we spoke (he) everything under the sun....
Men are really difficult to understand, he didnt know what he was looking for....male version of "Alice in wonderland".
Surprisingly, the parents were sweet, polished, warm & friendly. The dad in particular, i got to know more about him than the son himself.
By now i had realised what a bad date means.......
So guys here are the turn offs for girls-
- False ego boosting is an absolute no in the first meeting....(we know u, the make up is just a mask, i carry a head on my slender neck).
- Detailed job description is a taboo ( i have done my homework, linkedin is on my toolbar).
- Family heritage ,geneology is a turn off (i have a garden, i know what trees are).
- Unpolished shoes - yack (i know you trek).
- Dude where's your perfume ,you are out of the league ( you will fade from my memory with the morning toast).
- Forgot to compliment for her looks, Oh good Lord,save him (3hrs of shower, 3+ hairdo,3+grooming to look simple, fool you are blind, imbecile).
- Order food of her choice, pass the menu card (i hate your bitter coffee).
- Momma's boy, stop praising your mom (she's my sworn enemy by default, the ownership should be 50:50).
- Your ex' , am not interested (i know your relashionship status, wanna move on or cling to the cliff forever).
- No cricket please (God ,11 fools running for 1 ball & another 2 chasing it).
- Be straight, admit your sexual orientation (no timepass for family prestige, PLZZ)
After all the pros & cons, i realised he was'nt interested not just in me, but any of my female clan. You know i just met a gay prospective groom, who has'nt mustered the courage to admit it.
And like a fool i was finding defects in my apprearance, costume.....at one point the thought of not getting a second glance or a good bye smile sunk my morale to rock bottom altitude.
I am a head turner, yes i admit it, at times guys ask my number in exams, well not where & from whom i expect from.
Looking back, it was an unforgettable awkward situation which i will remember for long, with the word Chennai.
Hence my parents now hopped to the next profile in waiting (jise maine bahut wait kar waya tha).....
It started sometime back before the Chennai guy, the mbbs fellow, i was'nt interested in him either.........so i shot an email requesting him to reject me as i could'nt ( by now all my efforts had drained).
The next morn he was supposed to be at my door step (A/C my parents),poor chap, judiciously followed my mail.......
But my parents did'nt stop at it so momma rang up........
tring tring.........hello.......they replied asking my opinion.......
By now dad realised dear putri has done some homework............
Parents are always right..(hmm.. thats what they think).
I got a class on manners, ettiquettes , morale, prestige, values........& spanking by now that mbbs fellow's true colours were out.........he had told about the mail to my parents.....
The first rule of trust was broken.....but yet his family was somehow interested in me........(for reasons known to them).
So i ran (yes literally), to my best friend for help, to stand on my own two feet (yes!!!!).
the adventure continues..............
