I for one, have never wanted something so bad in my life than wanting my next college to start!! Its just been over a two months of an "mba paas ladki" of 22 vacationing away to glory and the relatives are already getting ulcers!!
The most dreadful and horrific and night-marish thing that can happen to a girl!! "POTENTIAL RISHTA" (A potential marriage proposal!) coming!
Even though I laughed over it and it was turned down there and then, MOTHERS go crazy once it starts...
It is like...a vampire tasting blood (I know, not a very nice comparison, but nothing else is as apt!)
Now, she argues "you are a girl...no more waking up at 12 in the noon! you are a girl! no more wearing shorts around the house! you are a girl! you must learn to cook! You are a girl...blah blah blah.."
RIGHT! As if all these years mom, you never noticed that I am a girl?
Its not about her getting me married off then and there. Ofcourse I have made it extreamly clear and precise that this "Rishta" wala topic is not to be mentioned in front of me till i say so....(which I want to delay till possibly the next life time!)
This life...Me? Naah....Not untill I've become everything I want to be Or can be....or can make out of myself....Besides, I dont think I ever will fit into a "bahu" role! I for one, am just not cut out for this.......
Think I am kidding?
I danced on "Boom Boom Boom Boom....I want you in my room" by Venga boys at a family pooja function when I was 12. Ofcourse, the other female cousins younger than me joined, but I was the LEAD!
Yes, I am too much of an oddity, too much of a rebel, and too much of a "me". And I love being me! :-)
But grrr.......!! Once this marriage business bug bites you mother, girls....Your cool mom, who lets you do stupid things like write a stupid blog, click photos, paint, never step a foot in the kitchen, mom who lets you watch WWE without questioning your intentions....and lets you glue your butt in front of the play station......they vanish. The cool mom becomes a "regular" mom.
Out come all the stupid, wretched salwar suits which I never ever wore, even as formals in my college....Skirts one finger above the knee are thrown out. You are expected to do idiotic things like visiting aunts and touching thier feet. And no more hand-shakes with uncles. Be Nice to boys you meet at social event...keep sarcasm in check.....dont try to ridicule them or poke fun at them....and No more talking about GTA vice city or Beer.
Damn damn damn you! old-fart relatives who have nothing else to do in life but make matches and rishtas...!
If you want to eat Jalebis...buy them from the market. NOT AT THE COST OF ANIMAL-SLAUGHTERING a GIRL INTO THE TRAP CALLED MARRIAGE!!
GOD! I want my college to start...!! Damn sure, mom will get over this phase....once I am not bumming around all day....and I swear, I will never stay at home again for such extended periods so as to give fodder to useless minds as these.
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