Two days into my India visit, I am still fighting jet lag, heat and the inevitable attacks on my waistline. This time around, managing jet lag and the heat seems much easier, while the attacks on my waistline have been particularly aggressive.
My schedule for the last few days has looked like this:
Day 1: Attend 1st death anniversary of uncle (it’s a kind of remembrance event which felt like a family get-together). Meet all relatives, dine on six course feast.
Day 2: Morning – Death anniversary ceremony of R’s grandma. More family get-togethers, six-course meals. Evening: Wedding reception of cousin’s cousin.
Day 3: Morning- Wedding of cousin’s cousin. Evening – Cousin’s Engagement.
I am not sure what has been planned for Day 4. I’m sure, though, that someone is naming their new baby/ moving into a new house/celebrating their kids graduating second grade or whatever it is they throw six-course feasts here for.
These events, though, come with their moments of peril. Or should I say, pure hilarity.
There was, for instance, this old man who walked up to my mother in law and began a conversation.
“Are there any unmarried daughters in your house?” he asked her. This, as we all know, is the standard manner of greeting strangers at a wedding or any other social gathering.
“No,” said my mother in law baldly.
He ignored this. Clearly, she was bluffing. Perhaps, he thought she was blowing him off.
“It’s not just any match,” he assured her. “I am talking about a very good guy. He works in TCS. ” He paused for effect. “He is an MBA. They are very seriously looking for a match for him.”
I was standiing nearby, not paying much attention. Typical Indian scene, right? Get three people together and soon they start discussing wedding proposals.
And then my mother in law turned to me and silently mouthed “He is talking about you.”
Oh. A marriage proposal for me? This was getting very interesting.
I decided to pay more attention now. He was going on about how wonderfully good natured the guy was. But here is what is interesting – “works abroad” never came up. Once upon a time, you could not say “TCS” without adding “has visited US several times”. As if what you are really looking for in a husband would be the ability to push mountains of suitcases through customs.
These days, clearly, working abroad is not that desirable ? Or perhaps not even worth mentioning and taken for granted?
But anyway, TCS, MBA.. sounds terrific, right? I think I will call R tonight and ask him what he thinks of the match 😛