It's on the cards...
I was talking to my folks last night. The question I need to answer during every single conversation is “Oye, Son. When are you coming home”? I know it sounds so sweet that my folks miss me soooo much etc etc.…. it’s the next question that kills me. “ …and when are you planning to get married”?
Thanks, but no thanks.
It’s strange how 90% of the time, it’s mom who puts forth the query. For the untrained eye it would be safe to assume that my dad’s pretty cool about that whole marriage thingie. Not True. My dad doesn’t have the guts to face up to the aftermath of such a conversation. He’s shit scared of his only son and the tantrums that his pampered brat might throw. So what does he do? He uses mom as his spokesperson. For a person who has a resounding military past, it’s hard for anyone to imagine how a man of such sturdy stature could be such a wimp when it comes to his son….hehehe.
On days when mom chooses not to be the puppet to front the issue, dad is forced to play a lead role. Such days…and mind you there aren’t too many of these… are pretty entertaining. Dad goes into his innocent “Who me??? Couldn’t be” routine. Yes, it runs in the family.
Of late my niece, who’s all of 16yrs of age, has taken this responsibility upon herself. I’m assuming my dad is funding this clandestine operation. She keeps digging for matrimonial prospects and whenever we exchange our hellos on MSN, I’m subjected to a quick dose of interrogation therapy. If she had it her way, I'd be married this weekend…and again the next weekend and then the weekend after that…and the one after that…and so on. Nice.
I’m telling you guys, it’s a major conspiracy. Everyone is a part of it. You can’t trust anyone.
I tried telling my folks that I wasn’t ready for it. Then I tired telling them that I’ll find a girl for myself on my own. Then I tried telling my folks that I’ve found a girl for myself on my own…and when that didn’t work I even tried to convince my folks that I was…you know…. not what I seemed to be …u know…. slightly “tuti-fruity”. And yet my folks haven’t given up on their search. I don’t know what it’s going to take to get them off my case. Any non-wise ass ideas anyone?
Amol and Kapil…I don’t want any inspiration coming from you guys. I’m better off on my own. Thanks for your support…or actually, rather the lack of it.
Thanks, but no thanks.
It’s strange how 90% of the time, it’s mom who puts forth the query. For the untrained eye it would be safe to assume that my dad’s pretty cool about that whole marriage thingie. Not True. My dad doesn’t have the guts to face up to the aftermath of such a conversation. He’s shit scared of his only son and the tantrums that his pampered brat might throw. So what does he do? He uses mom as his spokesperson. For a person who has a resounding military past, it’s hard for anyone to imagine how a man of such sturdy stature could be such a wimp when it comes to his son….hehehe.
On days when mom chooses not to be the puppet to front the issue, dad is forced to play a lead role. Such days…and mind you there aren’t too many of these… are pretty entertaining. Dad goes into his innocent “Who me??? Couldn’t be” routine. Yes, it runs in the family.
Of late my niece, who’s all of 16yrs of age, has taken this responsibility upon herself. I’m assuming my dad is funding this clandestine operation. She keeps digging for matrimonial prospects and whenever we exchange our hellos on MSN, I’m subjected to a quick dose of interrogation therapy. If she had it her way, I'd be married this weekend…and again the next weekend and then the weekend after that…and the one after that…and so on. Nice.
I’m telling you guys, it’s a major conspiracy. Everyone is a part of it. You can’t trust anyone.
I tried telling my folks that I wasn’t ready for it. Then I tired telling them that I’ll find a girl for myself on my own. Then I tried telling my folks that I’ve found a girl for myself on my own…and when that didn’t work I even tried to convince my folks that I was…you know…. not what I seemed to be …u know…. slightly “tuti-fruity”. And yet my folks haven’t given up on their search. I don’t know what it’s going to take to get them off my case. Any non-wise ass ideas anyone?
Amol and Kapil…I don’t want any inspiration coming from you guys. I’m better off on my own. Thanks for your support…or actually, rather the lack of it.
posted by Pratap at 10:17 PM
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