Hetul is one of my roomies. He is cheerful, chubby and has a ready laugh. Crack a useless joke and he will laugh. Crack something and he'll laugh. When you are down, he is the best person to buck you up. He and I are room-mates and are going to be neighbours for a decently long period of time.
This weekend, he disappeared on a whirlwind visit to Kanpur and he returned with a ring on his finger. After the customary bumps and heart-to-heart sessions (What did she say? What's her younger sister like?...) reality hit me.
This is an attack on home ground. The "belan-brigade" has signalled the beginning of the onslaught. We are all hugely in the marriage market and one by one each of us is going to be picked off. All of us are dreading the visit home now. Who knows who's turn is next!!!
I am BLISSFULLY happy in my single life. Don't want to change anything. But if all my friends ... people who have given me advice and encouragement when girl after girl ditched me.... If they are going to start disappearing, I don't know what I am going to do.
Should I get a dog? Cultivate a newhobby? Find a support group?
I don't want this life to end. Friday nights at Purple Haze, Saturday nights at 12th Main CCD, Sundays with a nice book and weeknights with my walkman and the walk on outer ring road.....
Why can't we all stay this way all the time????
(The writer got too overwhelmed after this continue writing. He promptly went in search of dinner)
