Beware: The following post is a submission to a blogging contest. Its about a new soap on T.V.
Those looking for other stuff, scroll down:)
It was an evening. Me and my mom were sitting in front of the television watching comedy circus on Sony channel. It was rather quiet. A little too quiet. It was the silence after the thunderstorm.
Rather a series of thunderstorms, after the F-5 cyclone.
Those looking for other stuff, scroll down:)
It was an evening. Me and my mom were sitting in front of the television watching comedy circus on Sony channel. It was rather quiet. A little too quiet. It was the silence after the thunderstorm.
Rather a series of thunderstorms, after the F-5 cyclone.
Well, a few days ago I had just told my mom about my boyfriend.
Now, if you belong to a middle class Punjabi Family then you would
instantly realize the connection between cyclones and boyfriend.
She had found out, actually. I had been on the phone 24*7 for a
few weeks and after speculations and warnings she had finally asked me,
"Do you have a boyfriend. Don't lie because you have been on the
phone continuously and there can be only one answer to it".
I could have said "No mom, nothing like that", laughed a
fake laugh and casually walked away,
Or, I could have said "No mom, I had just been talking to Priya/ Akansha/ Shruti", or any other girl's name(mind it, girl's name), again laughed a fake laugh and casually walked away.
Or, I could have said "No mom, I had just been talking to Priya/ Akansha/ Shruti", or any other girl's name(mind it, girl's name), again laughed a fake laugh and casually walked away.
Or, I could have cross questioned her "no mom. How could
I?", with serious hurt in my eyes and stomped away furiously.
But, what did I do?? Without considering any of the above viable
options, I said something inappropriate and equally stupid. I flinch
every time I remember what I said.
I said, "Yes, I have one. His name is Arjun. Do whatever you can do". And that is why my life is miserable.
She could have slapped me.
I said, "Yes, I have one. His name is Arjun. Do whatever you can do". And that is why my life is miserable.
She could have slapped me.
Or she could have cried and emotionally blackmailed me.
Or she could have tried to reason me.
But she said "I am going to tell your dad".
My dad is the ultimate Punjabi dad. And I am scared to hell .
Oh Shit!
Oh Shit!
Now I could have said, "Mom, its not that serious", and
laughed away.
Or, I could have said, "Mom, there's no use telling
Dad".
Or, I could have said " ULLU BANAYA BADA MAZZA AAYA",
and walked away.
But what did I do? I cried, shouted, and finally begged her not to
tell Dad.
But only one condition would she not tell Dad - Only if I break up.
I didn't. And whenever me and
mom are alone, we have these thunderstorms about love marriage and arrange
marriage.
That day, we were watching comedy circus, when this ad of the new
serial came.
There were two girls, probably sisters, one a supporter of love marriages and the other arrange marriages.
There were two girls, probably sisters, one a supporter of love marriages and the other arrange marriages.
I looked at my mom suspiciously. She was doing the same.
Awkward moment.
I cleared my throat and was about to change the channel when I the
girl who was supporting love marriage scored a point over the other girl. She
said sarcastically, " Pati chahe jaisa ho, sasural acha hona
chahiye?", to which the other girl had no reply.
I could only just control myself not to stand up and start jumping
and saying " Maine kaha tha..Dekha?".
I looked at my mom triumphantly, that one look saying
everything I wanted to.
The next day, we were sitting together again when this ad came.I quickly snatched the remote, and my mom rolled her eyes
away as I looked on smiling.But I was in for a shock. This time the arranged marriage girl
scored a point when she closed the argument by saying, "pyaar to andha
hota hai"(love is blind).Now my mom could have smiled and looked away.Or, she could have completely ignored it,Or, I could have changed the channel.
But she said, "Dekha...maine kaha tha na? Hum to hai hi
pagal"(See, I had said this earlier, but we are stupid people).
After this and a series of similar matches, me and mom are perhaps, most eagerly waiting for "Love Marriage ya Arranged Marriage" to finally see who wins. Or
rather, to understand each other better. Maybe I can see her point, and make her
see mine. I hope it helps to bridge the generation gap between millions of moms
and daughters.:)
This post has been written as an entry to the contest "Love Marriage Ya Arranged Marriage" , new soap to be aired on the Sony Channel; organised by http://www.indiblogger.in/.
For more details visit: www.facebook.com/LoveYaArrange.
For more details visit: www.facebook.com/LoveYaArrange.
P.S. For the sake of it, this is a fictional story. Only with names changed.
:P(got the joke?...)
:P(got the joke?...)
nice post :) have a look at this one too whenever you get time :) All the best!!
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