Right after dinner, just as I was enjoying my hot cup of tea in this chilling rainy day and glancing through the paper,
R- So M, when are you getting married??
Me- Wha.....?
R- Well, time is running out you know. And you're not getting any younger. Also, you being a girl, your biological clock is ticking.
Kit- Yes , when are you getting married?! What are you doing?!!
Me- Hey, I....
R- Okay lets see...so after you get married you'll have a reception in Bombay right? or Nagpur Awesome. We'll all come down to Bombay!
QR- Oh yes ofcourse. We are definitely coming down.
Kit- Yeah dude, there are awesome nightclubs in Bombay. We should party it up and ofcourse attend her reception too. Don't worry M, ofcourse we'll take you along. So, reception in Bombay. Pakka na?
Me- Wait a......(I thought, These guys are weddng planners or wht, n why d hell d place is mumbai..just bcoz m workng here . God knws y )
R- Man, it will be so much fun! Okay M, there will be a reception in homwtown too I suppose? I am definitely coming at the reception too okay! I loved it!
Kit- Hey JJ, you can drive down from KL right?
JJ- Yeah ofcourse!
QR- But M, you have to tell me way in advance okay, because I would have to book my tickets way earlier since I'll be coming from Canada.
R- See M, how excited we are about your wedding! Don't worry, w
e'll plan everything. Btw, what do you want for a gift?
Kit- Dude, are your friends hot? Can I hook up with one of them at your reception?
JJ- Yeah , are they hot? Cos' we need hot girls at your reception. You know......for us.
R,QR, Kit, JJ- So WHEN are you getting married?!!?!?!
Me- *****B.I.G. G.U.L.P***** (Mumbai,US. ??? , marriage, reception. @@%*## I#@@#..
This is one of those rare occasions when that little voice inside of you, which otherwise keeps saying, "I'm a woman. Hear me roar", just doesn't do anything for you. Simply because that tiny voice inside is violently hushed by these incessant questions from my very dear friends, and has sent me into a complete state of panic. Here I am, surrounded by four boys, who are not only interrogating me about my wedding plans (which is nowhere in the agenda right now, by the way!) but they are also making more than half of the plans for me! In a time span of just five minutes, these four boys have not only given me a mini heart-attack, but have also successfully asserted the fact that "I am getting old" and that my "biological clock is ticking". Two things a gal hates to hear, but for some peculiar reason, these indispensable men in my life clearly felt the need to throw them in my face. Jaws dropping on the table, eyeballs popping out of their sockets, heart-beat stopping for a nanosecond, feet literally getting cold- that is how I reacted. Oh and to make matters even worse, while other brides worry about their make-up and their outfit and the flower arrangements at their reception, I will be worrying about my friend hooking up with some girl right under my nose at my goddamn reception.
Some wise man said, "You can't choose your family, but you can choose your friends". Pfffft! Look what I chose!
