Oh no ,Not Again

Ohhh there it is again. My mother has been waiting for this day since I was born or rather, since the day my sister got married. Another assignment to complete, another project worth dedicating her life to.

For those who haven’t guessed it-> Borrowing the dialogue from the hindi movie "Luck By Chance" it’s the routine program of meeting chimpanzees and trying to find my Tarzan amongst them.

I somehow find striking similarities between the search for a property and a guy to marry. Both processes display an uncanny resemblance.
- Resources- The time & energy consumed is colossal.
- Customization is a huge issue since its doesn’t appeal to your palate and/or there is a liquidity crunch in the market with the best ones having run off with the good looking babes or rather the best ones would be Gay.
- House Rent/Salary- This is almost a deal breaker/maker. Some of them do give you a raw deal. (Asking you to relocate & re orient for a stranger whom you wouldn’t even have met till date and who expects you to abandon all that you have worked for- till date).
- Vaastu- The house has to give out the right aura or you might rethink your decision. Yes it can also be called mental wavelength.
- Past ownership matters- You want to ensure all papers are in place so that it doesn’t ruin your present or your future.
- Locality- The place to settle down should be good, calm, pleasant and preferably not have nosy & noisy neighbors.
- The floor - How many floors do you have to climb to get a good view? Better if the fairer sex is less educated or has lesser degrees to her merit. (I have had friends who pursued engineering to find better grooms).

Apart from these there are several other features that you might want to compare. I will leave that to your expertise.

For some reason I don’t find myself ageing though I love the experience of growing up. It’s only when someone puts a number to it or when the mirror stops being your best friend and shows you that pimple or wrinkle on your face, it becomes scary and reality sinks in.

I remember there was a time on campus when I used to be happy re-discovering myself every day. Also this newly bought face cream had brought a glow on my face that added to this self invention process. To my surprise most of my colleagues questioned “Are you in Love?” I was speechless. A few days later as my work schedule got crazy and I didn’t have much time to spend with the mirror the same colleagues questioned “Are you OK, hon? Did you break up?” This time I was more than speechless.

My only thought- was it necessary to be in love to be happy? And I realized that I was in love with myself and my life. Now, its not that I am a narcissist but I had grown so comfortable in my own space and ivory tower little did I need the help of someone else to make me feel happy.

All said & done, I do not know if at all, I am going to cave in to my mother’s wishes, who has already started scouting for suitable S-I-Ls from “Narasimha Priya” (A Matrimonial Magazine) and reads it with more interest than anything else under the sun. She also doesn’t miss out on her Sunday morning regime to watch “Kalyana Malai” (The marriage Garland) and would increase the volume of the idiot box at 7 AM on a Sunday morning to wake me up and watch live telecast of potential grooms.

I had to admit that technology has far reaching effects but with programs like these I wouldn’t mind getting up at 5AM on a Sunday morning and start building a hut for myself. ( Even a cave would do). But was there really a Knight in shining armour on a white horse waiting for me? Hmmn, only time will tell. Till then plsss pray for me.