My wife still gets marriage proposals...people grow up!!

In true ‘Desi-advertisement’ style, this young girl caught up with my wife today, in the morning local’s ladies compartment, and unveiled her wish to get my wife married to her brother (not that she knew Tj is my ‘wife’ already). But c’mon, unbelievably “Aapki twacha se aapki umra ka….” Types!! Wuff!!

I was pleasantly amazed at the way people can display their emotions, with the ease of a bird taking its flight, leaping into the air from atop a tree, weightlessly. I, for one, happen to be quite a “gup-shup” guy myself, but this was par excellence.

Imagine:
You are in a local train (fast passenger that drives 80% of Mumbai to and from their offices) filled with God’s fav creatures (human beings; or so we’d like to believe) like grain in a gunny bag. The simplest of beings inside, have a family, an office/institution, a gang of “time-pass friends” (thankfully), a boss/lecturer, BMC, terrorism, swine flu etc etc and so much more to worry about. You’re already “happily” (?) accommodating four ladies (all different sizes though!) on a bench just enough for three, while all the fe-warriors are busy gossiping (usually gangs of middle-aged office-going women from the Indian Secular have loads of stories to tell each other, enough to write the Indian version of “Indianica Encyclopedia Gossipa”). Then there is “gen-next” listening to music or chirping their way to intermittent excited laughter, on their swanky (or even not-so-swanky, doesn’t matter much) mobiles with optimum utilization of the handsfree, which has already become a part of their physical being.

In the midst of this, a beautiful & healthy (wadya mean!!) babe spots you and keeps a tab on your animated discussions and the glow of your aura (now how on earth does she notice that…). For her its difficult to resist this bubbly, charming, ever-glowing, fair, fairy-like, young & hep technocrat… (hope Tj is satiated with this much of flattery). Don’t get me wrong here, she’s not excited because of the de-criminalisation of some penal acts lately, it’s just that you fit so well into her “perfect sis-in-law” (is there ever one??) mould that she can’t focus anywhere else. She’s made her decision minutes after you start your discourse on Meta-physics (after all knowledge is to be shared and 2 weeks of reading can go waste if you don’t!).

She hops down the train after you and, jostling with the crowd manages to catch up. She uses some professional excuse to ask for your mobile no. (anyways gay-stalking is not much of a danger here). Before you have a glass of water after reaching office, she calls up and then the Ovarian hormones take over and the Volcano of emotions bursts….

Her: Hi this is XYZ, I just met you in the Train today. I was watching you for a long time and was also listening to your conversation.
Tj: Aaaaa, ummm, why…
Her: Well, you know, honestly, this is not about anything professional… you know what, you’re such a sweet, beautiful, confident, smart gal… I think you’d make a perfect match with my Brother… (wow, I found the Angelina for my Bradd… )
Tj: but… but… hold Onnnnn.
Her: Don’t tell me you’re already married
Tj: Yeas I am.
Her: Oh no, this can’t happen… this is not true…. How many years have you been married?
Tj: Almost three.
Her: Oh… you don’t look like married for three years… you married early. Do you have kids…
And Blah Blah Blah…..
Finally
Her: we can still be friends, do keep in touch.

And then our very own Tj (already bloated with such indirect flattery) as known to all of us (frens n relatives, cheapstakes and Team 10), had the whole episode covered by all the media channels (through all sources).

Mobiles are always the first service providers.
But nothing beats the net.

Later in the evening, she makes me point out something different about her today (this happens to a common game between married couples…. “Spot the difference today”). Although puzzled (caught again!!) I manage to spot the cute little “Bindi” (part of Indian Traditional make-up) on her forehead…. And then she tells me that perhaps the Bindee made all the difference today.

Just the next day Shekhu (from team 10) reminds me of one of his fav songs “Chaand jaisey mukhadey pe bindiyaa sitaaraa…..”

Difficult not to be smiling at the story and the sequence of events.
Wundering if this could ever be so true. IT IS!