December 24, 2007 § 1 Comment

Its been a nice life. All 22 years of it. I remember quite a bit of it actually. Right from the time I was 2, infact. My parents have always been proud of me, of what I do and what I don’t. They have always regarded me as the boy who will grow up and be the perfect son to them(guess that speaks very ill of my little brother, but so it is… 😛 ). I have done all that I could to keep them happy and extend all kinds of support to their beliefs about me. And I have done well. I have done extremely well. So why are they doing this to me?

Let me explain. Just as I left the house to pursue a job at Aztecsoft, it started. First as a murmur, but then as I returned home every weekend, it was slowly drilled into my head. It was like a message from Satan himself. First from mom, but that didn’t bother me, mom has always been the sort to dream too early. I would brush off the hints with ease. But then, one day as I was eating dinner, my Dad said it out aloud. And my dad usually means business. He said the one word I dread most – “Marriage” – make that all capital. And then mom took over lecturing about how important it is for a person to have a family and all. I lost my appetite after that. It was a well planned assault. But I wasn’t going to be defeated easily. After the initial shock wore off, I started my own counteroffensive; I threatened to run away and that too alone, to some far off place like Meghalaya, if they did not stop their vile campaign against me. This unfortunately had no effect on them. And they seemed adamant on their point. Sigh.

As a free spirit, I have my reservations on marriage – the bond that makes all freedom of spirit vanish. Lots of them. Like:

a)I am not ready. b) I am a kid, really. My age may say 22 but my mind reads 12. c) What wrong have I done? d) No, absolutely not. e) (stomps feet)No, I will not!!(stomps feet again)

Such a travesty that. They have even gone to the extent of looking around. You know what I mean. Sigh again.

But why at such a young age? You might well ponder. I is not gujju, nor is I of any tribe that marries early. That is because, according to them, I will  accede to their blackmailing in about 4-5 years. Such high hopes they have!! 🙂 . hehe. Sigh.

And there will be dowry. All of Rs. 1.25, preferably in 25 paise coins. Yes, that’s what they’ve decided my worth as. Tremendous shame comes tremendously.

p.s : looks like their plans will have to be on hold now, I’ve moved to Hyderabad; and there’s no hope in hell of me returning home enough to have their plans put in action. Chalo, something good has come of this exile then…


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