THE CRAPPIEST POST OF MY LIFE

One moment you think you are in love….the other moment you are out….

One moment you think love is lurking somewhere at the next corner…..the other moment you feel you are never getting there

One moment you think you have found your perfect guy… .the other moment you understand what imperfections stand for

Or worse still

One moment you think you have found your perfect guy and the next moment you realize he is not yours anymore

Even worse

You write crappy lines like this and post them on your blog
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Coming back ….There are times when I hate sitting at home alone…. Dreading the idea of being too friendly with these thoughts….

Don’t think years of waiting for the perfect guy helps anyone…. Don’t think guys who really care about you care forever….don’t think love is forever….

A wise man once told me….there is nothing called love, just perfect timing…..you marry a person because he appeals to you at that time…give it a few years and you might not want to risk marriage with him anymore

But then a wise woman told me that the wise man is a sadist ….IGNORE HIM

.....guess it was too late as I had already become a convert

Confessions of a frustrated mind

As my mother goes off to sleep today, I am sure she is wondering how she will cope with yet another alien language….no no she doesn’t intend to take any foreign language classes post retirement, I am just talking abt her worry on accommodating yet another inter-caste marriage in the family...

Well, this worry keeps surfacing each time she sees me talking on the phone for more than an hour…It starts with a harmless question ….’aara’ (who’s it)…then lovely uncalled for interruptions in the form of entering my room to ask me if I need tea, coffee or anything that I don’t obviously want at that time…..and then moves on to non-verbal communication in the form of glares, glares and more glares….

My head hangs in shame when I think of what she will go through when she finds out….that I am so definitely single. All her anxieties, preparedness for the ultimate doom in the form of a non-mallu guy, and the trauma of not being able to interact with her second son-in-law in Malayalam will be in vain. Don’t hate me for this mom…but your daughter isn’t dating anyone.

My sister’s inter-caste marriage has put so much pressure on me (I am sure Smites will sympathize with me on this) hers was unexpected but everyone has been expecting rebellion from me for ages now. My extended family is super confident that Neetu is gonna have a love marriage….sorry to disappoint u folks, but you need a guy for that…L(Prits and Leena- I know there are many years left for my shaadi but you know I plan well in advance)

Bottom line – no guy to make romantic songs meaningful while I am travelling in the train….no crushes to discuss with similar ‘loser’ friends and to top it all no cute guys in office as well….God, don’t do this to my mom please.