Free matrimony service? Feel free to contact me. After months of battle with my dearest sibling who was hell bent on staying single, my parents finally managed to get a nod from her. Convincing her seemed like a task in itself. Sadly, we didn’t realize what was coming.
Belonging to the typical Kerala Iyer clan – ‘Molagootal’, ‘Erisseri’, ‘Palakkad’, ‘Koundhai’, ‘Uchchikku’- you might hear this Malayalam version of Tamil if you get to pass by my house. Thankfully, though not orthodox to the extent of being a nuisance, they are understandably conservative. Having said that, it is quite obvious that horoscope hogs all the time in the world with its weird synergy of Science and Mathematics. No wonder I hated Science!
So why I am bothered about my sister’s horoscope? My middle-aged-paranoid mother, who is not even remotely close to being computer savvy, is panic stricken by the delay of my sister’s wedding. Taking this as an advantage, she pressurizes me to sit with her to register promptly in all leading matrimonial websites. Unfortunately having seen me facebooking twice, she is under an impression that I am perennially jobless. She does not spare me even when I have to do my assignments.
The treasure hunt to find ‘Mr.Right’ is on. The star seldom matches. If it does then the looks are not satisfactory. If both of them settle peacefully, then the financial expectation fails. Doing this ground work of short listing for my sister is painstaking as she would reject most of it citing lame reasons. What is worse? It so happens that I invariably end up attending calls pertaining to this, with random people leaving their phone numbers wanting my parents to get back to them if we are interested.
Putting up with all this would have been bearable if things had taken shape by now. But no! We seem no where near the shore! Had my sister done this job herself by finding her ‘Mr.Right’, it would be a better place to live.
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