Tick-tock, Tick-tock

What would you do if you were told that you have exactly 2 months to find a guy and get married to?

This happens to be the situation im stuck in. Right now, I am maintaining a vow of silent smirks, how long it will hold, I do not know. In ways, i feel this must be a Karmic punishment for daring to live with/off my parents at the prime age of 25. (I would have left by now, had I not been so abundantly wise and enrolled myself for a 1 year course right here, in coconut land)

My jyotish, who up till now, seemed to have a telepathic deal going with me, given all the nice, nice things he predicted so far for me, has all of a sudden switched over to the enemy camp. He has now told my parents that I have a wedding-expiry date and it is just two months away, and that once that happens, ill be off the marriage shelf, until another 15 years. That means I would be back in the market at 40.

So then I wondered what it would be like if I got married at 40, and the remarkable thing is, it seems like an awesome idea. As long as you can find somebody at that age, i.e. By 40, I imagine myself to have transformed into a confident, humorous, woman, perhaps somebody like Julia Child (or may be just the current Meryl Streep), full of life bcos I’ve actually had one. So, really, as far as I can see, all would be woohoo!

But my parents don’t share my optimism; they've had lovely plans of settling down in a fancy old age home by then or better still, pinching the fat bums of my clones. So they shall not spare me; they are going to load upon me, for breakfast, lunch and bedtime stories, fine young chaps from bharat matrimony, who go by aliases such as ‘rubbish’ and ‘later’ and also the choicest of picks made from a circle of relatives.

Even ‘woohoo!’ has switched sides.