The Nightmare Begins

It’s starting, children. The marriage-mad parents are beginning the hunt for A Suitable Boy. They’re going about it systematically and ruthlessly – marriage websites, marriage “bureaus” and assorted relatives are being informed that there exists, to wit, one unmarried, eligible young woman who is to be hitched in the near future. The fact that the young woman in question will fight tooth and nail against this atrocity is apparently not important.

All sorts of dreadful things have happened. These have largely included my parents saying, “You go for a lot of shoots, right? Can’t you request one of the photographers to take a nice picture of you? You know. To show people.” Yes, and maybe after that I can dance naked at the Flora Fountain traffic-signal singing Que Sera Sera. That’d be less embarassing at least.

The mater has also made dire threats of putting ads in the newspaper saying “Husband Wanted”. I helpfully suggested adding “Conditions apply”. She was not amused.

Emotional blackmail has also been put to use. “My health isn’t what it used to be. Don’t you think you should face your responsibilities now?” No, I think I should shove my head in the sand and pray to the 30 lakh Hindu gods to turn me into an ostrich.

It’s a full-scale conspiracy. Even television isn’t safe anymore., and hundred other dot coms are promising marital bliss with just one click and THEY’RE DOING THIS ON PRIMETIME TELEVISION! In full view of my parents!

Why? I mean, I’m not a terribly bad person. Yes, I’m mean and nasty and sarcastic and even a little condescending and not always pleasant or friendly, but I’m also helpful and usually kind to small animals (mosquitoes are not animals – they’re bloodsucking parasite bastards).

Yet, this is still happening to me. Obviously, Justice and Fairness have gone for a girl’s night out, gotten sloppily drunk and are probably throwing up in a back-alley somewhere. And on the one free weekend I’ve gotten in a while too.

2 thoughts on “The Nightmare Begins

  1. I had thought the fact that I’m a guy, and one pushing 28 at that, might discourage my parents. But no such luck. Going thru the same situ – hunt for a suitable girl. Interestingly, I cannot help but admire their ability to steer every incident towards their favourite subject. “Mom, I’m gonna be late, again.” You should marry a girl who’s from your field. Then she’ll understand why you get late.“F, i’m fat”. You need a wife to keep your diet in control.“Want to go for a movie but all my friends are busy”. See? This is why u need a wife – to enjoy life with.“Holy F, property prices are touching the sky”. If you get married, your wife can chip in her salary towards a bigger loan.Arrrrrrrrrrghhhhh!!!!!


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