My fatigué de la vie situation

My life as it has come to an end. There is a dire need for the fatalistic tone, ohh don’t you worry I have so many reasons to start eulogizing about “my so called commitments” that there is nothing left to do. I can kiss my plans of travelling; buying a DSLR and anything/everything I thought I would do.

I thought my trip to Hyderabad would be six days of total relaxation; watching tv, downloading stuff and catching up with my parents and S. Well, it all turned into a bad-saas-bahu-soap as soon as I landed in Hyderabad. I think all this is because I stopped wearing that “magic” ring (the one that my parents bought so it wards off all the bad things that happen to me). Not that knowing the reason is going to help me now. It just makes things worse.

I landed last Tuesday all happy about my shifting to a new place, planning my new life where I would jog by Worli seaface every day and cook exotic things that I would buy from Nature’s Basket. I was actually calling people up and talking to them voluntarily. But it seems that He doesn’t like me being like this, it’s an aberration apparently. Me and excited-bubbly-happy-go-lucky-personality are supposed to be two ends of the spectrum and come what may they would never meet.

And before you get bored about my whole rant let’s get this thing started. So, the reasons, two awesome reasons for my supposed state, let’s just rip the band-aid off.

First Reason: The inevitable mother-daughter conversation

This started off with an ominous visitor from Hell (in the form of my mom’s friend). So, this aunty came to our place yesterday evening. It was a very casual thing, old friends catching up. I don’t know how the whole thing turned into a sob story in which my mother was the protagonist suffering so nobly because her only daughter is refusing to listen to her and living so far away from home and frittering her life away. Half an hour later, my aunt is all updated about my so called life and she starts putting her views on the subject. 

Apparently you have to start planning the whole arranged marriage thing when your kid is in class 12 so that by the time she reaches her marriageable age you will stalk all the prospective grooms to know their back stories and take an informed decision. At this point my mom just gave up. She was like I am so far behind now what can I do? So, my aunt suggested that she should give up and let me do the searching, hearing which my mom lost it and started asking incoherent questions: But how? Where? Can I even think in those lines?

Result: My mom started hyperventilating and now I am going to start ignoring her phone calls.

Second Reason: I am beyond broke.

I am going to live like a hippie going only to those places where they serve the cheapest food available and go temple/museums/art galleries.  No more spending money.

How did this happen? Well let’s see, this is how it went. I did my MBA for which I took a huge ass loan and on top of it I went for student exchange so add a bit more. Now, I have to pay a third of my salary for the EMI. And I moved into a new place so a third for the rent and well the rest I can spend all of it. Yeah this is the dream.  

I can see all the swirling lights and nicely decked people partying and riding in cars, having fun and that world is forever closed to me. I am stuck with this penury. And to top of all of it, my parents are sadistically enjoying this situation. My dad thinks this would be a good lesson for me. Such support!

Result: No more dreams of becoming a photographer, no more travelling.

P.S I guess you be seeing a lot of me in the near future, now that going out as an option is ruled out :)