Few days ago my Dad came home all huffing and puffing combined with worry. I asked him the reason. That’s when my Dad told me about; well let’s call him Mr. Poke a Nose as he loves poking his nose where it doesn’t belong. Apparently Mr. Poke Nose lives in my colony and had given me many toffees when I was young. I tried pretty hard to jerk my memory but I couldn’t remember him a wee bit, so I concluded that he was such a pain that my brain has blocked all his memories.

Anyways, Mr. Poke a Nose met my Dad on street and they had a little chat. That chat was the reason for my Dad’s foul mood. This is the gist of the conversation.

Mr. Poke a nose: Hello. How have you been?

Dad: I am fine Mr. Poke a nose. How are you and your family?

Mr. Poke a nose: I am fine and they are fine too. You tell me, how is your daughter? She must be all grown up now. How old is she?

Dad: Yeah, she is 22 (well, I am 21 but my Dad loves making me 22 and sometimes 23 too).

Mr. Poke a nose: 22 ha? Are you searching from a groom yet? It’s the perfect age to get a girl married.

Dad: Yes I am. But she isn’t  ready yet. She says she is just 21 and wants to get settled.

Mr. Poke a nose: (with shake of head) No No, it should be your decision when it comes to her marriage. She is young and naïve, she doesn’t know that 21 is perfect age to get married. She is in proper age where she could be mould according to the customs of the house she married into.

You remember the case of Mr. A’s daughters don’t you? The eldest was so career oriented that she waited still she was settled. She was 26 by the time they started to search for groom. Now she is 32 and still unmarried. Cause of her mistake even her sisters are suffering.

Dad: Yes.

Mr. Poke a nose: I recently heard that he decided to get his 3^rd daughter married as other two are old and only will get divorced men. So, being a good neighbor I suggested a proposal. But the groom’s side turned her down. They dint like it that she wore jeans and had guys as her friends. (Ok, who say men don’t gossip?)

Dad: Oh

Mr. Poke a nose: Now that I think of it, I have seen your daughter wearing jeans many times. Wearing jeans is not in our culture… its American. You know Mr. Dad, we are still orthodox. If anyone sees her wearing jeans or talking to boys they will gossip and it will become difficult to get her married.

After I heard this I burst out laughing. Rather than finding the conversation worrisome, I found it funny… Very funny. Yes, I was furious at first, cause he doesn’t know me and he has no freaking right to talk about me.  But later that was replaced by serious laughing in my head as my brain came to following conclusions –

I will never have a problem getting a Green Card as I wear jeans and that’s makes me an American.

I would never have to worry about marrying a loser as my guy friends would make him run.

At 21 you are matured enough to get married yet not matured enough to make a decision about your wedding.

Mr. Poke a nose needs to find a time machine to back to his own time.

PS – I am going to Tirupati day after. So I will away from Blog world this weekend. Have a great weekend guys and wish me safe trip :).

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