I think, instead of stressing about this shit, I shall just go rafting. Rowing (and punting) I've discovered is very soothing exercise. When you're in the middle of the river, with a cup of tea, staring out at the sunset on the horizon surrounded by green hills and blue-blue sky somehow nothing ever feels all-that-wrong. Which is good. :)
October 8, 2010
And just when you think you've dodged the bullet. Pathan 'elders' coming to see me tomorrow, yo. I wonder if I shall be made to do the whole serve-the-tea act. I don't really mind serving tea - I do it all the time, but the intent behind this whole charade is something I just can't come to terms with. I'm of half a mind to take the whole rishta-seeking jing-bang aboard our office raft, and let them float out to Rawal-dam. It occurs to me I don't really have a leg to stand on though. My family asks me, are you currently in a relationship with someone? Upon consideration I'm forced to reply in the negative. Then, they ask me, what is my the problem at looking at random-boy who works as Engineer-in-England and is reputedly very pretty. I murmur something inconsequential, but the point is, there really is not much I can do except grin and bear it. I did, however, firmly mention that I'm not used to strange rishta-things happening when I have no idea what future spouse looks like (at the very least). But I was told that customs, are customs and first I must be vetted by those in-charge before I'm allowed to converse (if it gets to that) with the son. Oh-well. It is, what it is. And I suppose there's not much I can do except put on my make-up and pick out an appropriate jora. Any suggestions, darlings?