My dear friend, Pramod who hasn’t been in contact with me for the last 6 months or more and who works in the same company as I do in India and works in the same department as mine and who studied the same diploma like me, got engaged on Friday.
Ek aur suli par chad gaya! He is getting married in November. That makes me one of the three surviving members of the group. It all started with Rahul. He got married 2 years back. Then a month later, Amol got married and then Chetan got married almost a year after Rahul and now Pramod is getting married. I think Rohit was to first to walk down the path. That leaves Sumit, Vaibhav and me.
My mother likes to talk about my marriage when I make my weekly calls to India. The question always is “When?” and I say “Lets wait and see”. I know the moment I say yes, my mom would learn how to send a mail and learn computers to send me the photos of girls even though the poor girls would not even dream of marrying me.
Getting married is a lot of responsibilities and you have to care about another person in your life. I do take responsibility of my family and its not that I am afraid of taking responsibilities. It may be that I am pretty much happy of my current Single status and have this tiny winy trouble of letting go of my freedom. Some may call it problem with commitment. Maybe!
Someone who warns me about marriage is Sheru. Taking care of Sheru is like taking care of a child. I am sort-of joint care taker with Vijay. Sheru is like every child, every bit mischievous. He likes to eat and shit wherever he wants. He likes to put things in his mouth that he is not supposed to and that includes his own shit. We take him to roam and he always likes to go in the opposite direction. He shouts at the middle of the night and I don’t understand why. And when we like to shout at him, he looks at us with those very bechara eyes. Vijay says that children need to be handled more carefully than Sheru. I dread the day.
It reminds me of the condom ad I saw on television. A man takes his son to the superstore and the son wants a bag of toffees. The man puts the toffees back into the counter and all hell breaks loose. The boy throws up a tantrum throwing everything in the store. All attempts by the father to quite the child are of no avail. Everyone looks at him and he is visibly embarrassed and the tag line appears “Wish you had used a condom?”
There is a scene in the movie “Bachelor” where the women are shown to rope in the men just like a cowboy ropes the horses and the men are shown to desperately run for their life. A true nightmare I guess.
Till somebody ropes me or I am forced to get roped, I run desperately for my life. Bachaooooooooooooo!