Thanks to my wife Priyanka, i am not pronoucing it ren-dez-vus....
Where were we......Flash back - I got a call to BBSR....acronym
from Bhubaneswar.
MBA had taught me many things. Doing an ROI analysis was one of
them. Flight tickets would have cost me a bomb and that factored with the
marriage not happening would have made this trip useless. So the minimum
investment of 2
Reached Home - I was sure that no temple would have been left
untouched by my mom in her act to plead god to make everything fall in place.
Before i could settle down, i was given an entire checklist by her of behaviour
competencies to be put on display for attaining the perfect result. Could
definitely get the generation gap between transistors era and
"transformers" era.
For the formal invitation, father of the prospective bride came to
invite for us the morning hours. It was a simple invitation to visit their
places where both the parents will meet and we will get to see the
"insurance agent" - the name given by one my friend on knowing that
the prospective bride is working for a insurance company. My father had out
rightly rejected my innovative proposal to meet in person ALONE with the
prospective bride alone in at a newly opened coffee joint at BBSR. Even though
he considered it blasphemous, but to showcase his modern day thinking he tossed
up this idea. In order to outdo each other, my father in law proposed that we
should be talking to each other alone in a single room and we can lock
ourselves to maintain our privacy. Before this discussion could go any further,
I agreed to go their house with everyone and meet up with bride without any
innovate meeting engineering.
Evening time, before i could reach my prospective bride's house, there
was a plethora of "Congratulations", "All the
best" and "It happens" wishes from my colleagues on my newly
acquired mobile phone. My sister was given the charge to pinch me in case i go
on a binge on the good food that will be served. Last time, she was not there
and i ended asking for an extra samosa. We were ceremoniously ushered to the
meeting room. Then followed the deluge of hygiene questions - Job, work,
hobby and habits. I could imagine myself as the neo of matrix evading the
bullets by bending my back to extreme - How long will it take them to uncover
that i had worst possible combination of all the asked criteria. May be they
were a family of doctors and hence were not aware of what an IT professional
does. Then came the bride with water. Hope they don't ask her to sing
- It may result in somebody asking to return the favor which could
have opened a new feat in ripley's believe it or not.
As promised by my father in law, we were asked to go to a room and
chat. As a precaution, i asked my sister accompany me and promised myself that
i should not give any such ideas to my dad in future to be tweaked like this.
Then the second round of rendezvous - I heard ladies were chatter box and i was
seeing it now. All the things were covered under this half an hour - Career
aspirations, boss bitching, good insurance plans and Rang de basanti were some
of the items covered. No marriage talks and i was again lamenting about the
return flight ticket investment. One more miss.
My mother was the worst casualty. She had just dreamt of her 10th
castle and it crashed. My Dad started giving me Pep talk. He should have been
the hockey coach of the recent Indian Hockey Team. I was supposed to fly the
other day. Evening was spent talking to all my friends about another missed
opportunity. I called my friend in Bangalore that nothing is happening and
spread the news across everyone so that nobody "congratulates" me on
reaching Bangalore.
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