It’s high time I realized that what people hope and aspire for me will rarely clash with what I might end up doing. Notice it’s not “What I want to do” it’s “What I might end up doing”. I firmly believe that the person who really knows what he/she wants to do is at least a blue moon if not a 4 legged flying mammal.

Anyway, back on topic. I just had a member of the extended family ask me whether I was to bid adieu to my bachelorhood at a near point of time. The question seems to be a perplexing exercise to my kin. Some have gone as far as to suggest that my folks are actively involved in these calisthenics.

My standard answer as of last week has now become “When you come to know please do inform me.” It’s hard enough not knowing when you might actually meet someone interesting let alone figuring out the intrigues of an arranged marriage which is happening even as I speak of it.

For the record:

  • No.
  • No.
  • Maybe.
  • And I am not aware of any events set in motion for the above

And that’s all I have to say about that.