My December

Sorry for the delay. No wait, actually I am not because I don’t think there is something new for me to rant about. I have actual “situations” to deal which have kept me pretty busy for almost the last two weeks. Before you think that I have come out of the mean reds, no I have not stepped out of my house unless it’s necessary. I was rendering other services, mainly being a life coach/ agony aunt/ resume helper. I have been living vicariously through my friends in between really long shrink sessions. I have been in the role of a priest meets shrink for the last eight years, but I was never this swamped. It seems all of them have conspired to make important life changing decisions on one particular day!

On one side I have P who, like any other bipolar person, bursts into my house at wee hours in the morning to start discussing her “problems”. Other times when it gets too much for her to get out of her house, I go to her place with a wine bottle, listen to her rant about her “friend” AC who for a moment would be the lowest life form on earth and the next the holy grail. 

I am not going to discuss her relationship but I need to rant because, well this is my proverbial couch where I can talk about my problems :). So where do we even start? I made a conscious decision last month that I would not blog about the M word EVER. But it did not take even a week to break that promise. Now to make matters even worse, S has bitten the bullet. So, now I am the stuck in singleville alone not that I have anything against the idea.

My mom on the other side has started shopping for my future family, starting with silver Pooja stuff. Apparently that’s the most important thing you need when you get married! And if she ever finds out about S then well I am for all intents and purposes DEAD. But for now, she has spread her net far and wide, recruited all my immediate family to find this elusive “husband” of mine. Every time I call she is talking about one guy or the other.  For the first few times I listened to her but S advised me that if I even ask the guy’s name apparently parents would misconstrue my curiosity to blatant interest. So these days I grunt and hang up with some lame reason.

And if you think for one second that this is all then you are so grossly mistaken. So, I call my mom during lunch every day, it’s like a mother daughter thing we do. I call her talk about my day, she gives me some cooking advice; essentially we dance around the elephant in the room. But the other day she told me that she saw this totally random guy in a mall and she thought that he would make a good husband. Remember those shaadi.com ads, well people, that is exactly what’s happening right now! My mother is doing her share of checking out guys!!! I would never have thought that I would live to see such a day.

So here I am ducking calls from my mother and her apostles on one side, listening to P rant all weekend. The one good if I can call it that is my sadist manager is on a long vacation, so at least my office is a little less hostile.

I am going off to Goa, for the new years’ hopefully I would be relieved of my shrink duties by then. I am looking forward to this vacation so badly I can almost taste the salty air!

Au revoir