I would have liked to scream when I first wrote this post back in April 2012.
But things change, people change, or else you just mellow down as I have.
And now I will take back everything I said.
Though I don't see any harm in filling up this post with some other crap.
In the new apartment, that I was living in till last month, sharing with one affianced couple and their sister, I really liked the fact that the place was so affordable. And that's all I like about it.
One day, the sister, catches me on the stairs and we start talking of how desi guys make her skin crawl by asking the following questions :
1. Don't you like to party?
2. Do you smoke or drink? or God willing, both? And lets go either smoke and/or drink right now?
3. Do you have a boyfriend?
I listened with a straight face. Her affianced ,currently-living-together-with-the-fiancee brother, had asked me the exact same questions within a week of my arrival.And since then I had had to dodge endless invitations of "hanging out over a drink", suggestive jokes, outright suggestions and the like. Especially at late nights.His fiancee went to bed at 9 pm sharp. Every time this happened I reminded myself how cheap the apartment was.
He even complained , on one occasion, that I always kept myself locked in my room in the meager hours that I did actually spend in that place. Yes, bhaiyya, take a wild guess why ...
I couldn't figure out which one of them I was exasperated at more. The girl who was totally clueless as to the ten thousand things that were wrong with the guy she was about to marry. Or the guy himself, who had the ten thousand faults. Or their sister, who was older than me and somehow more naive than a 5 yr old.
Anyway,his antics escalated and my mom wanted me to get out of there and I was more than happy to oblige. I missed my own house,thank you very much.
My house-leaving party was especially memorable. And this was after the two got married. I left, about a month into their wedding. After the party,the wife, went to sleep at 9, God bless her. The sister went to do some inconsequential thing that has no relation to this story. And the husband, offered to stay up all night and finish the bottle of wine with me ( it had been bought in my honor,so of course it was only right that I stay up to finish it), in my room. A real Bollywood scene setter.
Anyway, I have never been inebriated and never plan on doing so, especially in front of individuals with objectionable intentions. I invented some crap excuse about nausea or ill-health or tiredness..or all three I cant remember and got the hell out of there.His dissappointment was severe.
However, I would like to know what kind of love marriage these two individuals have and how long its going to survive. I wish them all the very best of luck. But, bhaiyya , bhabi and sister, if any one of you ever comes across this blog, this is why I never accept your invitations to anything. Sorry.
On the bright side, bhabi had taught me a fantastic egg recipe that I use frequently now.
