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How it all started!

Hello girls!

I’m not saying ‘hey guys’ because I think this is a girl story and you won’t be able to think about our shoes until you wear them, but still, if you want to keep reading, then welcome guests… .

Hello girls and boys!

I’m a 27 year old girl working in an IT industry in a pretty good position, ummm, one shouldn’t talk about oneself so much, so I’m in a good position. I own a bicycle, I live in a flat rented by BHK which I have decorated a lot with girls clothes, mainly in pink and green (both are my favorite colours).

I have many friends and four best friends, every weekend we have a great time, sometimes this fun includes disco, drunkenness, dancing, sometimes it includes cooking the best dishes that one can experience at my house or at my friends house , sometimes putting an outdoor grill on my balcony and at the same time having cold drinks with a beer feel (I don’t allow alcohol in my apartment as it leaves a stinky smell…that’s gross) sometimes riding our bikes without knowing what our destination is, in short, there are many times and only one many times and that is shoooppppinggg! But the sad part about it many times is that it only lasts for two weeks after our wages are credited.

Summing up my life, it was amazing when one day my friend Silvia told me:

“I am going to marry”

“WHAT…you must be kidding me”

“Nooo I’m not, does my face look like I’m kidding? Is there a smile you can see on it?” He sounded like a wild cat.

“How, why, when, where…” He was so damn confused.

“There is a boy, he is an NRI, my family knows his family well, he is going to the US next month, so his parents want him to get married before he leaves, and now I am the chosen one. bingo, i’m the luckiest girl of the millennium”

He was so confused he couldn’t figure out his bingo and the luckiest girl of the millennium meant “Shoot I’m screwed” or really felt lucky. Then it took me a few seconds to understand and so do you, don’t worry!

“But he’s leaving next month, how are you going to marry him in a month?”

“Oh yeah, this is something you thought about and I haven’t been thinking about” she roared at me like a tigress.

“Okay, calm down honey, what are your parents’ thoughts?”

“They have gone crazy, if they could, tomorrow they will marry me”

Now tell me, what can you say to a girl when she says something like this? Please note that she was holding a disposable cup full of tea, what we call here in Bangalore cup full of tea and she hasn’t even taken a sip. even.

“Hmm…” I couldn’t hmm for a long time, I had to say something, she was waiting for my comments, but I had to think and speak after all, she had a full cup of tea in her hand. Where the hell are my other friends…

Say something, say anything, come on, think of something, you’ve got such a big head you can’t think of a sensible word other than hmm.

“Hmmmm…” I said again, this time it was a bit longer.

Dear don’t laugh, it’s a natural phenomenon, in a crisis situation the brain stops working.

“What hmmm… are you doing? This is the decision of my life, I can’t make it in a few minutes or a few hours, I met that guy”

“Yeah…why don’t you talk to that guy once? You’ll meet him.”

“Ohh please, even a sex addict will also be nice to you when you talk to him for the first time”

“I am very sure, he will not be a sex addict, your parents know him na”

“I’m not saying he’s a sex addict, my God, what if he is?” she panicked.

“Do you want me to get you a soda or something, since it’s too hot in here, I don’t think tea is a good idea at this time of day” I said swallowing my own saliva.

“Yes, please, thank you very much” she said throwing the full cup of tea directly into the trash without even getting up.

“Relax baby…I’m sure he would be a very nice boy. He will be your husband after all” I said with a very big and flattering smile on my face.

“You think?” she said with pitying eyes.

“Ohh honey, definitely… talk to him once”

“Hey, wait a second, if you’re going to the US next month, what about you?” I said again, but I don’t know why I had to say this, for the first time that night he calmed down and boom. .. I read the fire again…

“Yes…exactly…and you know his parents also have the solution for this. You want to know what it is, the solution is that I will take a transfer from here to Chandigarh and stay with his parents while he is here.” in the US I will apply for a dependent visa and once it is approved I will have to quit my job and happily move in with him, cook for him, sweep for him and surely sleep with him too. dependent visa right… I won’t have a work permit, which means I’ll be jobless, totally jobless…” she was freaking out.

“Take a breath… calm down, everything will be alright… calm down”

“Your parents must have thought of all this, why don’t you talk to them first?” I said again.

“They want me to get married… I’m a burden to them…” and now she was crying. I felt bad.

“Come honey, let’s go to my room”

We were about to leave when two of my friends arrived, their timing was perfect like the cops in Bollywood movies, after the show was over.

“Hey… what happened, why are you crying?” Joe said.

“It’s a long story, let’s go to my apartment and discuss” I said.

We drove to my apartment which is on the fourth floor and the elevator was undergoing maintenance, so Silvia had stopped crying on the trip from the ground floor to the fourth floor up the stairs.

When I opened my apartment, my other two friends, the most vicious characters, rushed to occupy the most inflated beanbags and left two, between which one was fine to sit on and the other was a mini beanbag that I got for free when I arrived. I bought the other three large.

I, being the most generous host and also self-invited of the night, offered Silvia to sit in the largest one and I sat in the small one, adjusting my objective in some way.

“So what’s the big story?” said Addi, another friend of mine.

“Did someone steal her jeans from the terrace again while she was putting them away to dry after washing?” Joe joked.

“Guys, this is serious, Sil is getting married” I said

“What…” they both said at the same time.

I narrated the whole story and first they said ‘Hawww’ then ‘hmmm’ then nothing really after giving their two reactions, they just nodded their heads.

“I have an idea, why doesn’t Sil call that guy right now from here?” Joe burst out.

“Wow, wow…her parents shouldn’t know this before she calls him,” Addi said with concern.

“Okay Sil, go ahead and tell your parents you’re going to call him now just because you need to meet the guy you’re going to marry,” Joe said as if he was going to call Sil’s parents if he didn’t.

“Don’t you think I should wait for the guy to call first? Won’t she sound too desperate if she calls him first?” Addi said again.

“Honey, he only has thirty days and if you exclude today, he only has twenty-nine days left, so do you really think he has time to waste wondering who is desperate and who isn’t?” He was so angry.

“I’m going to call him now, where is my phone? Give me my phone,” Silvia panicked.

“Easy cat, easy… call your parents first and then call him. Speak nicely and please don’t panic” I said, actually I was worried, since she was behaving like a crazy person.

He took his cell phone and went to the terrace.

In the meantime, we decided we’d make pepper chicken for dinner, but for now we’ll settle for tea and some sandwiches.

The three of us began to chat, first with arranging marriages, then complaining about our managers, gradually moving into the scope of different technologies, current vacancies, walks and usual daily things, when our drama queen returned from the terrace after about two hours, yes, two hours!

He came back with a very, very big smile on his face and, yes, unlikely from his demeanor, he was blushing too.

“Hey today, what happened, you look very happy” I said.

“Guys, he’s kind of cute and understanding too. I liked him. He listened to my aspirations; he even said he’d get me a work permit so I can get a job there too.”

“Honey, isn’t he a sex addict?” I said with a sly smile on my face.

“Ohh shut up, it’s too cute to be that”

And that, ladies and gentlemen, was the good time we lost our friend!

She used to be with us with her cell phone constantly ringing, she needs less to explain who called her.

In another twenty-five days we attended the marriage ceremony of one of our best friends. Trust me, those last twenty-five days were not easy. We’ve been buying saris embroidered suits (very heavy embroidery yes very some of them even had gold work on them some you can’t even look directly at them you had to have sunglasses to look at well I won’t deny that some were nice that even made me think about getting married, but only for a few seconds, no more than that!)

Oh! I forgot to buy shoes, bags, makeup kit (these things are so expensive, that little velvety vanity cost her ten thousand dollars, shit, what can we apply to just seven inches of the face for ten thousand dollars!) and how can we I forget about lingerie (shopping for them was fun).

On March 8, 2014 our friend got married. We became three of four. Though there is no bride maiden culture in Punjabi families or ours, still we self-proclaim three bride maidens similarly dressed in different colors.

That was the first time I went to a wedding where I didn’t just go to eat or comment on the bride and groom, it was my friend’s wedding. She looked like a princess, yes, a princess laden with gold!

“Do you think our Sil is married?” said.

“I still don’t think he won’t be wandering all over town with us anymore, he won’t be there to have tea on the road, go shopping with us, prepare his rajma chawal anymore.” Joe got upset and did it. we did.

We hugged and promised each other, no matter who we marry and no matter where we go, we will always stay in touch.

“You know what, Silvia is too brave to get married so soon. I’ll never get married so fast, I need time” I said.

But girls, there’s a very common saying “Never say never” and the moment I said it, somehow somewhere in the universe there were meteorites colliding, with a big lightning bolt, some of the planets stopped for seconds, changed their routes and finally my so made my DESTINATION. Yeah, my destiny twisted, twisted as hell!

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