My parents are hosting a lunch for some of my dad’s friends this coming weekend and that same very day we would actually be in a different city having dinner with some of my dad’s other friends.
For the tiny bit of effort on my dad’s part he sent out emails to all his friends for confirmations and maps and so on.
I answered Mrs Mfmil’s call yesterday afternoon aassuming she was my dad’s friend or a friend’s wife. I was more than warm affectionate and lovely to talk to.So she said.
We discussed my stay in England, my future plans.Whether I was liking home after all these years away from it.What were my career pursuits.The problems Indians face abroad.Visa issues, training issues.How should one plan their medical careers and what have you.
We also discussed why youngsters find it hard to come back and live with their parents and what kind of understanding the parents should show so the child doesn’t feel claustrophobic.The mixed culture.The confusions.
The new age aggressive Indian women, their economic independance and changing expectations from life. My views on arranged marriages.
I can still go on.In short we had a lovely afternoon chat which lasted around 50 minutes at the end of which she asked me if I would like to meet them.
Of course I said emphatically.I confirmed whether it would be lunch or dinner.She politely refused the invitations but was game to meet my parents and me the next day for brunch.The prospect of good north Indian food and I didn’t want to say no.
Only when I gave Mrs Mfmil’s message to my parents did I realise that she had responded to my father’s email which he had sent in response to the advertisement that Mrs Mfmil had put in for their son in the Sunday matrimonials column.Oh by the way..Mrs Mfmil=my future mother in law.*gulp*
I might just about come back married this weekend.See what assumptions can do to you.