"I could have easily had a love marriage considering my position and good looks, but I chose to go for an arranged marriage", said he.
I was aghast at the blatant overestimation of his extra-eligible self. Immediately my inner self was divided into two, one dressed in white with a halo and the other in black with horns."Don't fall for this guy, his ego is bigger than his head and his tummy put together", said the haloed one . "Are you kidding me? Marriage with him? Over my DEAD Body!", reiterated the hor.. err I mean the black one.
For once, both the voices inside my head did not disagree and so I was elated.
"Everyone wants to have a 'love marriage', it's only those who don't end up having one start concentrating on the advantages of an 'arranged marriage' so to say. I think it's a bad case of sour grapes", I blurted out in my usual cheeky way.
Fortunately or unfortunately he didn't understand the 'sour grapes' part and the conversation drifted off to what his favourite fruit was...
I so wanted to throw him out of the room where we were made to sit by our over indulgent parents that I started fishing for controversial topics where I could openly disagree with him. "You studied in a 'boys' school', have you ever found it difficult to strike up a conversation with a girl?" I asked faking innocence.
With his chest bulging from 42 to a sudden 62 inches, he replied, " Oh that has never been a problem with me you see. I was always a smart chap. Infact, when a friend of mine got engaged a few months back I told him to get to know the girl better. I told him 'Idiot! if you don't speak to her now how will you speak to her after marriage?Do you expect me to go and strike a conversation with her on YOUR Wedding Night???' Aahhahahaha!"
Yikes!!! that was just too much for my fragile sensitivity to digest. I lost all the will to differ. "I think we should end this here. I don't think we are suitable for each other", said I suddenly getting up. I couldn't even bear to look at him for another moment.
Lots of unpleasantries were exchanged after that and to save myself and you from the ordeal of remembering and knowing them I'd stop this account here. I was grounded for a month for the misbehaviour. I consider it as a very small price that I paid for saving myself from Life Sentence for Murder!
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Deja Vu
It happened all over again...we were amazed at the consistency of our fate as far as eating out together was concerned.
Titash and I had gone to the cafeteria at the top of a mall and we oredered a simple pizza with fancy toppings. This was done to save ourselves from the taruma of gulping down scarily inedible stuff which we ended up ordering almost always...no...ALWAYS! and how harmful can a simple pizza be? So we decided on exotic toppings...well well well! when the thing finally arrived it was a sure shot SHOCKER!
It was a simple looking pizza indeed, but with topping that looked like goat-shit.....SHIT!
"How am I gonna eat it???????" yelled the two of us in unison...inviting stern and disapproving looks from the elderly couple seated on the table next to ours.
"Err..can you change our order please?" I pleaded to the waiter.
"Sorry mam, once its placed we can't change it" he replied faking apology as if it was some statue cemented on some stupid landmark viewed by even stupider people.
Sitting down on the herculean task of eating it was not easy and I was almost in tears. "Relax ! just dont look at it before eating, and everything will be smoooooth" Titash rolled her eyes to give that extra dramatic effect and also to fight the nausea that was building up inside her. Actually inside both of us...
To look at the bright side (there is no 'brighter' in this case mind you), it didn't taste all that bad. Eating it, reminded me of my school days when I used to chew erasers for fun, lunacy surfaced quite early, did it?
When I told Titash about my nostalgia, we ended up laughing hysterically. It was not a laughter of joy or fun , instead, it was infused with tragic pathos for having to pay for something which looked like something the goat wouldn't be proud of and tasted like rubber.
Since we were hungry and we were broke too, we decided against the repeated warnings our allfactory senses and shoved the whole thing down our struggling throats aiding it with a lot of water. If I ever get any award (which isn't very likely) in my thanking speech I shall be ever grateful to water for that unconditional support.
So this was how our perfect day at the mall ended. Trust Me! that was the last time ever, and I'm sure that even Titash would not dare to go out eating with me alone!
Titash and I had gone to the cafeteria at the top of a mall and we oredered a simple pizza with fancy toppings. This was done to save ourselves from the taruma of gulping down scarily inedible stuff which we ended up ordering almost always...no...ALWAYS! and how harmful can a simple pizza be? So we decided on exotic toppings...well well well! when the thing finally arrived it was a sure shot SHOCKER!
It was a simple looking pizza indeed, but with topping that looked like goat-shit.....SHIT!
"How am I gonna eat it???????" yelled the two of us in unison...inviting stern and disapproving looks from the elderly couple seated on the table next to ours.
"Err..can you change our order please?" I pleaded to the waiter.
"Sorry mam, once its placed we can't change it" he replied faking apology as if it was some statue cemented on some stupid landmark viewed by even stupider people.
Sitting down on the herculean task of eating it was not easy and I was almost in tears. "Relax ! just dont look at it before eating, and everything will be smoooooth" Titash rolled her eyes to give that extra dramatic effect and also to fight the nausea that was building up inside her. Actually inside both of us...
To look at the bright side (there is no 'brighter' in this case mind you), it didn't taste all that bad. Eating it, reminded me of my school days when I used to chew erasers for fun, lunacy surfaced quite early, did it?
When I told Titash about my nostalgia, we ended up laughing hysterically. It was not a laughter of joy or fun , instead, it was infused with tragic pathos for having to pay for something which looked like something the goat wouldn't be proud of and tasted like rubber.
Since we were hungry and we were broke too, we decided against the repeated warnings our allfactory senses and shoved the whole thing down our struggling throats aiding it with a lot of water. If I ever get any award (which isn't very likely) in my thanking speech I shall be ever grateful to water for that unconditional support.
So this was how our perfect day at the mall ended. Trust Me! that was the last time ever, and I'm sure that even Titash would not dare to go out eating with me alone!
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