Writing about missed chances is actually not a very great
idea.The reasons are quite obvious.First of all,it brings back a whole lot of unwanted
memories which you badly want to permanently delete from your cerebrum’s recycle
bin.Secondly (and most importantly),it is actually a pointless affair.You aren’t
gaining anything by cutting through your old wounds. Infact one cannot actually
do anything about his(her) missed chance unless he has his own time machine at
his disposal. I don’t have a time machine or anything to correct myself but still, I’m here writing about the one big missed
chance in my life as I couldn’t overlook this awesomely awesome activity
organised by blogadda.Some might find it pretty interesting but I’m sure that
the majority will dismiss it as plain silly.
I still don’t know what prompted my parents think that I had become old and mature
enough to get married.Was it my fast receding hairline or the fear of the big ‘3’
(morethan anyone else, they should be
well aware that their beloved son will be turning 'thirty' in a couple of years).Whatever
it may be, I was sitting in a Coffee shop,laughing all the way to glory (at
Arun’s yet another X-rated joke) and bitching about my colleagues (not in any
particular order though)when I suddenly got a call from my dad
“Hi,nikhi”
“Hi dad,what happened?
“Hmm…I wanted to ask you whether you can come home this
weekend?”
“What?I mean….Why?”
“You come home anyways”
“No,unless you tell me what it is,I’m not coming..”
“Okay,you have to see a girl”
“Whaatttt???? I hate Kids,I don’t wish to have a baby now!!!!”
“See,don’t make a fuzz .This proposal is very good and
moreover you are getting old.You have to come and say yes to this.Check your
mail”
I must admit that it did the trick.The image of a bald me
suddenly started projecting in my mind as if in a loop.What will I do,if no girl
is willing to marry me after a couple of years? Anyways, a good 14 hours
later, I was in this ‘girl’s house’, trying to figure out which looked more pale-the ‘ladoo’
which was there on the dining table or the girl’s ‘face’ which was right in
front of me.
“Okay,now if the girl and boy have something to talk for
themselves,they can do it now”- the old gentleman (who apparently was the girl’s
maternal uncle) said in a semi-orgasmic tone with a cheesy smile on his
face.Dude,we are not going to discuss about family planning straight away!-I
wanted to enlighten him,but resisted from doing so thinking about the negative
impact it can have on my ‘well-mannered boy from aristrocratic family’ image.
So the stage was set and I was accompanied to the balcony of
the house by the girl for a one-on-one ‘private’conversation with her.
The Girl:“Hi,so You are nikhimenon?”
Me:(Obviously,what did you think Girl?)”Yup”
G:“I am told that you read a lot”
Me:” Yeah,I love reading.Infact,I wish to become a writer in
life”
G: ” Even me too love reading.When I was a child,I loved
reading Tinkle.These days.I don’t get much time to read.Still,I find myself
time to read Femina”
Me: (trying my best,not to sound sarcastic) “Wow…..That’s
great!!!”
G: “Are you adamant and short tempered?”
Me: “What?”
G: “No,I wanted to know whether you are a self-centred
person”
Me: “I hope,I am not”
G: “You don’t shave regularly?”
Me: “Oops…!Yes……No…….N…I mean No” ((I must say that it was
more like a googly.I still cannot fathom why she asked that question all of a
sudden.In my hurry to get the train and come back to Kerala to see the girl,I
hadn’t bothered to shave and make myself more presentable and neat)
G: “Oh…” (I could see contrasting emotions on her face at
this point.Was it plain disdain that I could read?)
Thankfully,the ‘conversation’ ended abruptly for the ‘maternal
Uncle’s’ timely intervention.He came to the balcony with his cheesy smile
intact and mouthing a cliched’ dialogue- “ hmm…you can talk more after marriage…ha
ha ha!!!”
Anyways,we left the girl’s house pretty soon.The girl’s dad
called my dad after a couple of days and apparently told him that they were not
that keen on this alliance.
My dad still asks me what went wrong and why the girl didn’t
like me.I feigned ignorance.But I’m pretty sure now that it was the stubble
which came in the way of my chance to make a good impression.
-nikhimenon
3 comments:
Interesting...
And all the best for the contest!
@redhanded...
all the best...!
ha ha..nice post
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