Ta..na..na

My eyelids were about to kiss themselves , as the cozy sofa provided the perfect settings for a lazy sunday afternoon..ta nah nah ta na nah na na .. a thean-vanthu-payuthu-kathinile ( honey-coming-attacking-ears ) kind of soothing music slowly ventured into my ears and slowly moved through the various long-time-no-use parts of my brain and along the path it went on to trip a few nerves which brought my just-about-to-kiss eyelids to the wide-open state . The eyes traced the origin of the music to the 22 inch plasma screen across the room . It was the new tanishq ad for the wedding jewellery collection . Watch it below ...

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Beautiful ad I thought . It was so subtle , poetic and somehow stuck a chord with me...But soon the highly anticipated kissing scene between my eyelids replaced the ad and soon I was fast asleep...

Ta..na ...na..tha..nah na nah na...

"Anushka ....good girl ...good family ...why dont you meet her???" my father hinted..

"Not Interested pa" I smirked.

"Settled in St Jose ...America " the story continued..

"Not interested " I replied nonchalantly .

"Do you have a girlfriend .."
I gave a stern glance...

"Then what marriage is a good thing ..." he was about to start again if not for the abrupt shout by my mother..

"Stop here " she shouted ..." I need to eat . You both continue . I will be back......".

Soon we were sitting inside the hotel .

"Is this the time to eat ??" my father quirked in an irritated tone.

But before the arguements could continue the waiter placed a huge chicken leg piece on my plate . The leg looked juicy and reddish hot with the aroma of the different spices fighting amongst each other to enter my nostril ."Aaahaa " I exclaimed as the smell took over to my head while the reddish brown leg piece gleamed with its reflection originating at the centre of my pupil and slowly spreading out . Then came the biriyani . The leg piece seemed to peek secretly from the midst of the biriyani rice seducing my already starved lips .

Ta..na ...na..tha..nah na nah na... the music kept playing.

I slowly took the piece by its leg and felt a vicarious tingle already ascend through the taste buds .
But suddenly the waiter realising something , asked "are you the mappilai ??" ( are you the to-be-bridegroom ??)

"Oh ...so this is the kalyana special chicken biriyani..mmm...We are not interested . leave it arun . Lets go " my mom quickly remarked and got up.

I gave a long look at the chicken piece...I got up and slowly walked out not before turning again for one last time and gave a desperate sigh . A sigh which if I had the authority to amend the English language would have added a few more 'h's and made it sighhhhhhhh to explain exactly what I felt..

A few minutes later as we steered across the traffic , I casually asked " What was the name you mentioned ???"

"Anushka......"

The same background music ...Ta..na ...na..tha..nah na nah na...

My dad got a message from my mom...

"Its been 25 years and you still don't know that our son is a theeni pandaram !!!!"

( I beg your pardon...please dont ask me to translate )

Ta..na ...na..tha..nah na nah na... Biriyani that makes you marry ...

AAArrghhhhhh ....the shout of my bro slowly echoed across just about a few windows ,a few homes ,a few trees , a few streets and finally just barely managing to reach and disturb the peaceful sleep of the stray dog lying on the last street.

I lay there across the bed innocently with my bro's arms instead of the leg piece in my mouth .
After listening patiently to the not so likely-to-be-expected-from-a-10-year-old-swearing words , I innocently asked still amidst my dreams ,

"Where is my leg piece..Am I not married , yet !!! "

Why me ????

It was yet another extremely hot day in chennai. With the sun blazing above my head and streams of sweat pouring down from my forehead , I gently glided my hands across the curves . The to and fro motion began to get frantic . I rubbed harder .Still no respite .She was not giving in . I decided not to give up . Started rubbing again with such a frenzied jittery motion that anyone who saw me would have mistaken me to be electrocuted (nothing else perverted minds) . aaahhh .... Finally she gave in . I heaved a sigh of relief.

"BLOODY KAAKAS(crows) ....FUCK U " I cried with a victorious grin . A bloody crow with a stomach upset( I am 100% sure it was a severe loose motion ) had mistaken myself and my bike for ...err whatever is the name you give to a place where a crow is supposed to shit....And here I was struggling for the past 15 min rubbing of the dried shit from my unicorn ..and to all those people who are reading please ,the next time you feed a crow in the name of a religious ritual ,you better offer it something decent to eat or otherwise please don't feed because usually the effects are borne by innocent by passers depending on the strategic location of the crow . Finally , I was done with the cleaning of my bike and was starting to walk towards my place when I suddenly saw the 'downstairs mami ' coming ...."aga" I told myself .

"Enna pa ??? tcs velai pakkura ???ennum car vangalaya ?? "(You are working in tcs ...why not a car???) she asked with a mischievous smile ....aaarghhhhh I KNEW WHAT WAS COMING NEXT ...
"Eppo pa USA pora ???"...........(When are you leaving for the states?? )

From the time I got placed in TCS which was two years back I always had to face this question . Sebbaaaaaaaa....hoping that one day the old mamis , pattis ,mamas ,uncles and thathas will get to read my blog , I am answering it now ...

Anyone who is in software does not mint money .Honestly though we get paid its not as exaggerated as you people think . True that there are lot of people earning in lakhs but mostly those are the guys who have been here for a long time. And for heavens sake I am not one of them . I make enough just to spend on myself and my girlfriend . Thats about it. So no more enquiry about my car ...

And coming to the USA TRIP ...Its true that many are usually sent to the US .But it depend on their project and depends most importantly on their client .And as a fresher you have no choice in picking up a client .My client is the unheard ALLAHABAD BANK ( My friends in the US still think I am working in a PCO booth...) ...Its a nationalized bank for those of you who haven't heard of it .And my on site would include places like tirupur , erode , karaikudi , kancheepuram and name any village and I have a fair chance of finding myself there ....lol....This is it about my life ...And I have been put in the most uncomfortable position of answering the same dreaded cliche question again and again....

So finally I am putting an end to this torture...yahooooo ...I have decided to go for an mba ...those endless mock cats , unsolvable quantz problems , verbal nightmares ,unpredictable gds and pi's have finally borne fruit . shebbaaaa ...finally I have got an admit . Yup , I am joining BIM, a decent B school ...and most importantly no more queries from mami.

Whistling away and enjoying my vetti days I was just strolling through my street ...the same old mami was coming in front of me...ha ha ...I told myself this time she wont be able to ask me anything .....yeaahhhhhh ...what a feel ...finally I am a relieved man ...This time for a change I gave her the mischievous smile and said "good evening mami "....

" enna pa panra??? " she enquired amused at my eagerness ..."mami I am going to do my MBA at BIM " I replied happily.....

"EN PA THAMBI !!! IIM'LA PANNA VENDIYATHU THAAANEEEE !!!!!!!!!!!"

aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh .....again the the damage had occurred ....I give up ....Now this will be the
next question for the next two years.....

sebaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......................

Well I guess I got to live with these.....lol