Being Social

Mom Calling: Hey! how are you? What plans for the evening? Me: Nothing much. Just going out with my office friends. . . . Time: 21:30pm Mom Calling ..... Me: Rushing to a quite place (mostly the toilet area of the mall) Mom: Hello, are you back home? Me: Yes! yes! long back! . . But all this while, I was out with my 'DATE'. Meanwhile, my parents were doing this: My dreaded situation? Let's say I have finally hit it off with this guy I had found through an online dating site. All has been going good for the last 2 months when I get this set of profiles to choose from, from my parents. Being respectful of their attempts and to tag along with the 'societal norms', I pick one of the profiles for I had already dodged their last 5 attempts. Then suddenly the chosen profile side had also agreed to mine! O M G! What do I do now? Do I see both of them? Do I continue with my guy, tell him of my situation, and as well go on a date with this...

A long sabbatical yes. In that time, I had realised something, which is highly highly relevant to Indian mothers (especially those that of the daughters). Well, what can I say, most mothers are control freaks (on their children). Some 2 years back, I was 23 years old (as in, an adult able enough to understand life, work, and in parents' view, grown enough to take up the responsibilities of a marriage life). Even then, whenever I am at home and my mom wakes up (not completely, but still in her half closed eyes) from her small afternoon/evening nap, the first thing she does is call out my name and ask where am I or what am I doing. I used to find this irritating, invasion of my 'self' time. Then, out of frustration one day I sat down to think, why does she do that? Why does she want to know where I am? What am I doing? I am an adult for *&$^&) sake! Then it dawned on me. It is a very common scene in Indian households, to find the mom as the sole caretaker of he...