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.
