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We
met...met again...met again...spoke
a couple of times over the phone...decided
to get married...broke the news
to our parents...met the entire
family...the wedding almost got
called off...fought out first battle
together :-D...and now are all set
to get engaged. I think we just
re-defined speed
That’s the past 10 days of
my life in a snapshot
The
only reason I agreed to meet this
guy, who is now fiancé, is
because he had made two movies,
and I thought, “How stupid
could somebody who makes movies
be?” So the day and date was
decided when his family would come
to meet me and assess if I was worth
their precious son.
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The day dawned- bright and early. As in
the case of every Indian household, such
an occasion demands that the choicest
dishes be prepared and the best of cutlery
be brought out- which was followed to
the ‘t’ in my case too. I
was asked to behave myself in front of
the people who were expected and not say
any of the scandalous one-liners that
I am so (un)popular for in my family.
At the golden hour, the doorbell rang
and entered the family of the “prize
catch” that all my well-wishers
spoke so highly of. After the usual rounds
of introductions, came the looks that
said, “Oh, so this is the girl !
” where everybody just looked at
me and smiled as if initiating a quick
search of their memory disks for the next
topic of discussion. When the current
conversation would end, suddenly all eyes
would be on me, as if expecting me to
miraculously come out with the next topic
out of some list of ‘probable conversation
topics’
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Families having known each other
for some time now, the topics that
came up were family connections,
other weddings in the family, distant
relations. If I had mapped the entire
conversation out, I am sure in the
end I would have a family tree big
enough to put the 100-year old banyan
in my village to shame. And of course
there were talks about how ‘the’
guy and I had been at the same functions
over the years, “He was present
at a function you had performed
a dance at and he may remember you
from there”, and I thought
to myself, “Fat Chance”.
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There were the normal questions about what
I did, and as usual my response about being
in Public Relations only drew blank stares,
post which I set forth into a lengthy explanation
about what my job entailed, the profile, my
work hours (so, they are in for no rude shocks
later in case anything worked out). Sitting
there through what I thought was a circus
my only thought was how much I had begun to
enjoy myself and how comfortable I was sitting
there, albeit in an uncharacteristic Sunday
dress. The guy suddenly didn’t matter,
but these were people who I would not mind
meeting again.
At my best behavior all of that morning, I
believe I had impressed the guests reasonably
well, that they actually passed me in the
test. I can confidently say I came out with
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Arrives the day when the guy is supposed
to land in the country- on a visit home
from his life in the US, and the rain
gods decided to unleash their full might
on our lovely city that is Mumbai. Since,
much of newsprint and web pages and tele-primetime
have been devoted to the topic, I shall
stop at saying that the showers held up
the “poor” boy at the Delhi
airport for almost 3 days, and he then
lands up in wet, dirty Mumbai with a fever
and a cold. And al I could think was,
“the firang is so screwed”.
To my delight, two days later, the potential
groom has to undergo the same debacle
that I had been through when parents of
yours truly decided to pay them a visit.
For more on the story that is my life,
sit back in your seats and enjoy the popcorn.
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