Good ones are always taken!

Everyone in their lives would have had crushes, and I too had my share of crushes. But, it didn't take much time for each of them to turn to crashes. None of my crushes took off, or probably they crashed even before they took off!! Today, when I look back, I can’t manage but to have a laugh. (not really!!)

My first crush was on Miss M. I was in my eleventh then and Miss M was a new admit in commerce stream. We happened to speak only once. That too because of a common friend. We three were sitting together during a school function (she wasn’t by my side, obviously) and I offered her chips, customarily. She refused to have it and I hurriedly finished the rest with my head down and not asking any one of them again. I still can’t forget the dumbstruck look on her face. A few days later, she started going around with one of my classmates. They used to go for wonderful evening walks, Miss M, my classmate and her doggy. Unfortunately (fortunately for me), the affair didn't last too long. On one such romantic walk of theirs, my classmate was bitten by the doggy. He brought up the question: It’s me or the dog......she chose the dog!!! (You should never give gals these kind of choices…they would always opt out of you. And you may wonder, it’s always safer to be a dog – explains the title of my previous blog). Anyways, the news gave me sadistic pleasure.

I was taking tuitions for my 12th class. I got very friendly with Miss M in my tuitions. It appeared to me that...yes...she is the girl. One day, Miss M came and sat next to me...close...really close.....my heart beats shot up. She said.. I want to tell you something....but please maintain it as a secret. I knew...this was it...yes....she went on...you know...X(another classmate of mine) proposed me......and I too like him...and I accepted. I am telling you coz you are my best ‘friend’.......WHAT THE HECK? I looked at her with an artificial smile and said....Congrats friend!!!

Next in SRCC, there was this hottie in my college. Boy....she was a babe...Miss P. She was ragged with me on the first day of our college and I was made to go around with her, propose her, marry her, divorce her etc etc. I prayed for at least the first 2 things to happen between us in real. But I guess, she was much smarter than I was. Miss G realised all my intentions coz I would be looking at her and not coming out with my ragging dialogues. I called her out ALONE on my b'day. She turned up with her whole bunch of friends. The girls kept giggling and I looked for a place where I could go and bang my head. I steered clear of her for the rest of my college days.

The next crush didn't take much time to happen. It was Miss K who walked in to college. I literally had my jaws hanging seeing her. We became good friends...but I never fancied my chances...given the Miss P experience. She was in my accounts tuitions as well....while she did the accounting...I concentrated on her assets! Just as the tuitions got over, and as I was mustering enough courage to tell her, her dad got transferred. She changed the city.

Moving on from here, it was a major success story. This time round, it took some time for things to crash....just a little longer..a bit more than four years. Everything seemed like a fairy tale when the crash factor took the better of me.

By this time, I was in my job and I decided to use the term "interest" instead of crush. So, my interest grew in Miss L in office. I thought she was a very pretty lady. Thankfully, the growth of my interest stopped very soon, the moment I learnt that she was supposed to go on leave the next week for her marriage. She was to marry her long time boyfriend. Only one thought came to my mind....The good ones are always taken!!!

Ha ha ha.....thankfully.....I have grown out of all these......no more CRUSHES.....so no chances of CRASHES......I live this way now.....hey...wait..... who is this girl????!!!!!!!!!!!! :)

How to be a DOG?

1. Always look enthusiastic
2. Keep barking
3. When in doubt, LICK
4. Don't get too close to other dogs...they recognise their breed very well
5. Just DON'T!

Arranged Marriage!!

Last words of Thomas Tom while shutting me in the Taxi on NYU exchange students night were, “and Vineet, do inform me if you get married during this visit of yours to India.” For him, all NRIs weddings are fixed like this, whenever they go back to their home in vacations, there is bunch of potential partners lined up for selection. One of his Indian flatmate actually got hooked up like this... when even the groom had no clue what his vacations would turn out to be.

I was cautious of this fact. I wanted my vacations to be like vacations and not a mini episode of some type-casted Indian flick. Also, I had assured Jade that I’ll be meeting my would-be partner for atleast 6 times before deciding on anything (unlike 6 years which she would prefer!). Though, we both agreed on 6 months to be ideal dating period as a convergence point between Indian-advocated ‘arranged marriages’ (quick-fire process) and westerners-advocated ‘live-in relationships’ (never-ending process). As desired, back home no one was bothered that I am unmarried. When I told my friends in India, “my parents do not seem interested in finding me a gal”, they would jokingly say, “yeah, now you are foreign-returned, they must be busy finding out a guy for you!!”

But fortunately (or unfortunately!!), my dad is totally against Indian men being a gay. He says an Indian should never be a gay. As if things are controlled by him! Or if, someone would actually obey him on this. He would never approve of a same-sex marriages. Infact, most of the Indians won’t. I fail to understand why. Think about it: we don’t have any population crises. In fact we can live with few of the homo couples. Had there been more of the followers of same-sex marriages in India since independence days, Indira Gandhi wouldn’t have to declare emergency. But Indian democracy has different opinion, and they advocate that people’s orientation is straight when they doesn’t get attracted to the same-sex but to the different sex!!

I wonder why people bother about things which never gonna affect them in any way. I mean how it matters to you as long as the two getting married are humans, or for that matter even if they are not! It won’t change your life. You would always be crashing on the same bed every night. (unless ofcourse….) Even otherwise, it is not the way to add spice to the otherwise boring life you are living. I am not concerned about same-sex marriages. There are bigger things to be worried about.

Arranged marriages are a problem, though. In fact, not even that, not so much as the same-sex arranged marriage!! That’s when it would go out of control. Imagine parents saying to his son, after finding out he is gay, “We would find you a nice guy, with big salary package. Someone from a good family” Gosh! Not sure about catching up of this trend as of now, but for sure, arranged marriages are a problem in our community. They are not so much, if you don’t want them to be.

But in my case they seem to be. After spending 3 weeks out of 4 weeks of vacations in peace, my mom came to me the other day and said, “Vineet, you are getting older now. And you are not married. Your MBA is also half complete. You should look forward to settling down. What if I bring you some nice girls at home?” There is this big deal always in the Indian community if you are not married. My parents always think I should have been married 5 years ago. And they have been thinking the same since past 5 years!! I wondered what age and MBA has got to do with marriage. What if I never started with an MBA? And then what does settling down mean? Am I always hovering over my house and bothering people sleeping at night? And then what does nice gals mean!! Would they all go back in the morning? I mean, that’s what a nice girl should be. This reminds me of difference between secretary and personal secretary explained to me by someone. One says “good morning, sir” and the other one says, “It’s morning, sir!!” Anyways, as they say, all nice gals should go back home. In that case, I can bring nice gals myself! Infact I could have started this since my early days. Why she had to wait for me to start my MBA for this. Ironically, my mom always tried to scare me off the so-called nice gals. Anyways, then she explains me the process of arranged marriage. GOD! My mom wants to pick ‘a wife’ for me!!!!!!! I don’t even want her to pick clothes for me!!