Socially Not-working!
How about knowing Aunty Jaspinder’s daughter in Chandigarh without meeting her! Why not? That’s how I met your mother. From Yahoo Messanger to GTalk, from Facebook to Skype and all the hype and buzz created that I’m in a relationship. If not sailing in the ship, it’s cruise for the flirtatious. Blackberrys to Tabs to Androids to every infectious device that technology throws at you, I wouldn’t have been so interested in Jaspinder Aunty’s daughter than I would have out of Facebook. Falling for her by chance and meeting her is so much different that aunties talking about getting us matched.
Shaadi.com with all its boring prospects and window-shopping future partners and enough of spectators to dig out reasons of why it didn’t work out. The in and outs of relationships, break-up parties and patching up again is the on-going trend. The day Uncle Danny called, Sunday morning 11 am sharp, he put forth a personal question: Yes, then no inquiries. No, then will take it forward. I said, “Go on”. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Thinking what would be the result of yes or no, or an entrapment of setting the to-be bride on fire…you’re next. I said “Yes” and then it was all ok. I asked the reason. He said that it was between him and me. He had a ‘suitable boy’ in mind for me. And then if the reply was no, it would have been the round table conference in the family. None asked who, where and how you have a boyfriend. Who cares? Whose going to investigate that I have one? Even if I hadn’t the answer would have been yes. I didn’t want to be kept as a decorative piece for the prospective to see and add a value to it.
Nevertheless, all the more reason to choose and then regret the entire life on the choices made. If love is blind, getting blind-folded is an option. Credit given to the match-maker and then linking couples like jigsaw puzzles. If you’re the one left, you need to get married, you’re 28 now. 30 is too late, it’s just because the baby-sitting is a long process. All are tying knots and uploading photos and declaring their marital status on Facebook. Now you know I’m officially someone else’s, so stop dreaming about me singing songs the Yashraj way in Swiss Alps. And the likes, comments and all the tagging that never end. It makes me think what work we have other than making our lives public and living the celeb way.
An online platform to socialize and discuss what happened in Ozy’s life. Voila, there you go. Marriage has become a business with wedding planners sprawling all around. You’re next…it scares me going for social outings, weddings and parties. The surname, caste, age and profession-if one or more of these matches, you’re in. It requires two to tango and folks jazz around the circle. Hail Matrimony! Thou art not my type, leave me alone, for thou hath compelled me to join thee, thy wish shall remain under the wraps.
To sum up, in short, I don’t have any problems with the tying the knot. It shall happen at the right time, all I need is no linking up and enjoying my singlehood. I need the time to learn, to grow, to understand the intricacies of life. Have a family, career and responsibilities have to fulfill. When I know I’m game for it, then it surely it is the best thing in my life. Not to fall, but rise in love. From sole to souls together, my dream and concern is the ultimate goal. I want to improve day-by-day, as my life doth unfold.
Shaadi.com with all its boring prospects and window-shopping future partners and enough of spectators to dig out reasons of why it didn’t work out. The in and outs of relationships, break-up parties and patching up again is the on-going trend. The day Uncle Danny called, Sunday morning 11 am sharp, he put forth a personal question: Yes, then no inquiries. No, then will take it forward. I said, “Go on”. “Do you have a boyfriend?” Thinking what would be the result of yes or no, or an entrapment of setting the to-be bride on fire…you’re next. I said “Yes” and then it was all ok. I asked the reason. He said that it was between him and me. He had a ‘suitable boy’ in mind for me. And then if the reply was no, it would have been the round table conference in the family. None asked who, where and how you have a boyfriend. Who cares? Whose going to investigate that I have one? Even if I hadn’t the answer would have been yes. I didn’t want to be kept as a decorative piece for the prospective to see and add a value to it.
Nevertheless, all the more reason to choose and then regret the entire life on the choices made. If love is blind, getting blind-folded is an option. Credit given to the match-maker and then linking couples like jigsaw puzzles. If you’re the one left, you need to get married, you’re 28 now. 30 is too late, it’s just because the baby-sitting is a long process. All are tying knots and uploading photos and declaring their marital status on Facebook. Now you know I’m officially someone else’s, so stop dreaming about me singing songs the Yashraj way in Swiss Alps. And the likes, comments and all the tagging that never end. It makes me think what work we have other than making our lives public and living the celeb way.
An online platform to socialize and discuss what happened in Ozy’s life. Voila, there you go. Marriage has become a business with wedding planners sprawling all around. You’re next…it scares me going for social outings, weddings and parties. The surname, caste, age and profession-if one or more of these matches, you’re in. It requires two to tango and folks jazz around the circle. Hail Matrimony! Thou art not my type, leave me alone, for thou hath compelled me to join thee, thy wish shall remain under the wraps.
To sum up, in short, I don’t have any problems with the tying the knot. It shall happen at the right time, all I need is no linking up and enjoying my singlehood. I need the time to learn, to grow, to understand the intricacies of life. Have a family, career and responsibilities have to fulfill. When I know I’m game for it, then it surely it is the best thing in my life. Not to fall, but rise in love. From sole to souls together, my dream and concern is the ultimate goal. I want to improve day-by-day, as my life doth unfold.
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