Shaadi aur Main?? Abhi nahi...

It was 3 PM, I was busy yawning and typing some crap when suddenly my cell phone farted ( a term used by my ex-office colleagues for phone vibrating). It was a message from one of long lost college friend. The message read that she is getting married in two months and that she wishes to invite me for her wedding. How exciting... I thought, yet another free dinner for me :)

Since past two months, I have been getting atleast 2-3 such 'I am getting married' messages. I have already attended 3 weddings back to back. Almost everyone is of my age (one of my school friend toh has already given birth to a girl). Such news makes me happy. But often I wonder about the pace at which time passes. I mean these are the same girls with whom I used to go to school, wear two ponies and play gudda-guddi, crib about maths and history and giggle and chatter about our never-ending list of crushes ;-)

Today those same girls talk about their daily household chores, giggle about something which their husband told them and crib about their mother-in-laws. And me?? I just nod like a dumb. I don't quite relate to anything that they tell me. It sounds too gibberish and rubbish to me. The same girls who would tell me to look into my books and not boys now tell me to look beyond work and see some guy. They so badly want me to get hitched that they have taken upon them the responsibility of match-making for me (and must tell you...it's scary). But I sweetly give them my 'Thank you, but career is my priority right now' excuses (actually the truth is that I feel marrying at the age of 23 is equivalent to child marriage).

I want to remain spinster for a while. See, the benefits are many: i can get up late and rush to office without the guilt that I did not do my duty towards my husband and in-laws, I can come home late without the guilt that I neglected them, I can afford to take and leave jobs without the guilt that I am affecting someone back home, I can look at that handsome hunk in my office lift daily shamelessly, Best atleast I can afford to burn my toast and roll out srilanka map type rotis without the guilt that I am subjecting my husband to such worse tortures. List is endless...and every point convinces me that I have made a wise decision to remain single for some more time.