Heads up - this episode is devoid of humour and exaggeration. Please read on to know why.
It's been extremely difficult to admit to myself, much less put it down in words. Before, you can jump to any conclusion, my absence of 4 months from this blog can be explained by what I'm about to tell you next.
So basically, I thought that my dad's search had finally come to an end. He managed to come across a somewhat normal, regular and sensible guy. Or so we all believed.
We pretty much "clicked" from the word Go. And that Go did come after rounds of scrutinising each other's backgrounds, kundlis, the whole shebang! In fact his mother actually gave us his contact details only after checking with a few known aunties and friends about my "character"! Her precious son was to not waste his time on just any proposal apparently.
When I heard about her efforts to approve of me, I dug out his history too. Obviously! It was only after I stalked his online presence thoroughly, did I come across this quote - "When it comes to digging out information on men, women are better than the FBI." Well, word!
So anyway, I found about 14 common friends. His sister too was in that circle. After all that snooping, I was pretty satisfied with the "proposal".
So what if he lived in the states? So what if he had an American girlfriend? So what if he drank socially? So what if his mother is overly attached to him?
I decided to overlook all this and give it a go. I mean, if by 30 you don't have a past, I cannot see a future either.
So we got talking, exchanged numbers, chatted, called and everything. He seemed grounded, polite, ambitious, fun loving, adventurous, humorous, disciplined, basically quite a rare mix of the ideal. Obviously I was floored. Any girl would be. But despite the fact we hadn't met (him being in the US, and me in Bombay), I was slowly getting hooked to the guy.
Over a span of two months, we'd gotten to know each other pretty well. We had a lot in common and I could see a possible future. I was happy.
But then out of the blue, his mom drops a bomb. She emails my dad (that's right, "personal" communication ka jawab nahi), that he has chosen a girl in the states itself and "good luck" for my search.
This email literally came after I had hung up after an hour long conversation with him telling me that he would come home in December and we could look at getting engaged then and a possible June wedding.
Little did I know, this was a line he was using all over the place.
I tried to get an explanation from him for this email, but he kept excusing himself cos of work and that he'd call back.
It's been over a month with not so much as a peep from him.
For those of you who know, my birthday was about 2 weeks back. Now you know why it wasn't a happy one.
No no, I didn't shed a single tear over this douche bag, but I'm pretty sour on the whole arranged fix up thing now. Not that I wasn't already, but now I'm just bitter.
In an attempt to get over this, I'm posting it here to share my story with everyone. I want him to read this and realise that toying with someone's emotions like this isn't right
Just isn't.
It's been extremely difficult to admit to myself, much less put it down in words. Before, you can jump to any conclusion, my absence of 4 months from this blog can be explained by what I'm about to tell you next.
So basically, I thought that my dad's search had finally come to an end. He managed to come across a somewhat normal, regular and sensible guy. Or so we all believed.
We pretty much "clicked" from the word Go. And that Go did come after rounds of scrutinising each other's backgrounds, kundlis, the whole shebang! In fact his mother actually gave us his contact details only after checking with a few known aunties and friends about my "character"! Her precious son was to not waste his time on just any proposal apparently.
When I heard about her efforts to approve of me, I dug out his history too. Obviously! It was only after I stalked his online presence thoroughly, did I come across this quote - "When it comes to digging out information on men, women are better than the FBI." Well, word!
So anyway, I found about 14 common friends. His sister too was in that circle. After all that snooping, I was pretty satisfied with the "proposal".
So what if he lived in the states? So what if he had an American girlfriend? So what if he drank socially? So what if his mother is overly attached to him?
I decided to overlook all this and give it a go. I mean, if by 30 you don't have a past, I cannot see a future either.
So we got talking, exchanged numbers, chatted, called and everything. He seemed grounded, polite, ambitious, fun loving, adventurous, humorous, disciplined, basically quite a rare mix of the ideal. Obviously I was floored. Any girl would be. But despite the fact we hadn't met (him being in the US, and me in Bombay), I was slowly getting hooked to the guy.
Over a span of two months, we'd gotten to know each other pretty well. We had a lot in common and I could see a possible future. I was happy.
But then out of the blue, his mom drops a bomb. She emails my dad (that's right, "personal" communication ka jawab nahi), that he has chosen a girl in the states itself and "good luck" for my search.
This email literally came after I had hung up after an hour long conversation with him telling me that he would come home in December and we could look at getting engaged then and a possible June wedding.
Little did I know, this was a line he was using all over the place.
I tried to get an explanation from him for this email, but he kept excusing himself cos of work and that he'd call back.
It's been over a month with not so much as a peep from him.
For those of you who know, my birthday was about 2 weeks back. Now you know why it wasn't a happy one.
No no, I didn't shed a single tear over this douche bag, but I'm pretty sour on the whole arranged fix up thing now. Not that I wasn't already, but now I'm just bitter.
In an attempt to get over this, I'm posting it here to share my story with everyone. I want him to read this and realise that toying with someone's emotions like this isn't right
Just isn't.
