Firstly, let me apologise for not updating my blog in a really long time. Have been shuffling from office to work without much of a time to breath. Plus I have been a little handicapped thanks to a computer at my place which just refused to work until I could really shower all my love :)
But then now that I am back, I wish to write pages on IPL season 2. However, this time around ever since 2009 has started, the 'your next syndrome' has bitten me more than once, thanks to the n-number of weddings I have made my presence felt in.
Too much is spoken about my 'single' status and no matter which wedding I attend, be it my cousins, my uncle's or my friend's, I look like the most vulnerable target of all those aunties hunting for their prospective son or the elder ladies looking out for their so called 'brilliant' grandson.
There is one standard dialogue that takes place between me, my mother and another aunty. "Hi, How have you been doing? After such a long time," says the most talkative aunt in the hall to my mother, alongside whom I'm standing flashing that plastic smile. My mom trying to recollect who the lady is says, "Oh! yes long time. Guess I met you at Shalini's wedding 25 years back. So much has changed since then. Time flies."
All of a sudden the lady realises that there is a big girl standing behind my mom... She looks at me and gives me a 'Do I know you!' look.
Finally my lovely mom breaks her silence and says, "Oh by the way. She is my daughter Sunita."
"Hello aunty," I say hesitating a bit.
"So what do you do beta?," the lady asks predictably.
"Aunty I work for Times Now the news channel as a copy editor," I say smiling with pride.
My mother feeling a little left out says, "When we were kids we never had the choice to enter such challenging field. Today's generation have so many opportunities to explore."
Feeling a little awkward, I continue to smile and look around the crowd trying to send my message of boredom across.
"Oh wow that's nice...," the lady, who is all decked up in the most expensive Kanjeevarum, says and asks my mom, "So, are you looking out for an alliance for your daughter. She must be old enough to get married right?"
And all of a sudden I sing in my mind... 'There she goes, There she goes again."
"We have started looking out. But nothing good has come across yet," says my mom blushing away to glory.
I wondered... is it my wedding that is being spoken about or my moms.
"Do give me her horoscope, I know a lot of guys who are in the line," the lady says.
"Sure, definitely. Will hand over her horoscope to 'Amma'. You can collect it from her," my mom says with an expression of disinterest.
"Ok then aunty I shall see you later, my cousin is calling me," I interrupt and try to run away from the conversation.
"Sure beta, All the best for your future," says the lady, whom I would ensure I never bump into the rest of the evening.
Hmph... I breath a sigh of relief and pray that I don't bump into another lady in hunt for the perfect alliance for her son.
After the first encounter in the wedding, I just ensure that I don't walk with mom or else I would be the soft target again. I run around with my cousins and chit chat with the world around... only to realise that my mom is still having a similar conversation with another Kanjeevarum clad elderly lady.
All this is something I have experienced in almost 10 functions so far this year... and believe you me there are numerous more to go. But irrespective of the number of ceremonies I attend, the 'your next' syndrome seem to be only growing on me. Perhaps, when I get married, there will someone else who will get bitten by this deadly virus.
My luck and wishes to all those who are in my league already... I am sure you will get rid of it someday :)
