Em-tio-nal Atyachaar….

“ Tauba tere nakhrey …Tuaba tera pyaar….tera Emo-tio-nal Atyachaaar…..”Perfect timing for this song from the yet to be released movie Dev D to be played as I am made to bear the brunt of this unremitting atyachaar.

At the behest of Mom, I went to pick up mom after 1 hour from the birthday Party thrown out by our neighbors to celebrate their Grand Daughter’s 1^st birthday.

Mom who has always been quite Altruistic, offered to drop our neighbors as well since they were planning to take an auto stopping them to have the utmost pleasure of a chauffeur driven Wagon R(have to be pompous as the chauffeur was none other than me)

I normally would not entertain such request had it been told to me before in hand. But at the last minute I was shocked to see that Mom was actually being followed by my Neighbor. I am not being rude, but some how the very sense that this old lady who is our neighbor (let me call her MM for varied reasons ) is always interested in out- of –her-house matters interrogating people to update herself with the recent developments and thats wat I am not comfortable with.

Wat else can I do at this point of time rather than Smile at MM and wish her. (Just like Vinay Pathak in the movie Dasvidaniya where he cant utter a word against his mom LL).

As I started the vehicle, MM’s curiosity raised to know how the party was organized and she knew how much did our other neighbor’s spend for this, and from where did they pull up resources for this…hufffff

Added to my travail and dispossession the traffic at KPHB was at its peak ,being Sunday and most of the Hyderabadis working out of hyd had to bid farewell to home for the last time in 2008.

MM slowly started to move the topic closely to my issue. She blatantly asked my Mom about my marriage ,now that I am well settled citing my strong CV of a Job & car (never knew this is called as settlement ) trying to push me from the frying pan to fire. I could see my Mom’s eyes gleaming with anxiety to share the fact that she has been getting such Queries from her frenz,collegues and she was readying herself to start the list of proposal’s with the most Handsome offer (or rather Bid) as the first one.

I signaled to Mom that she better keep it down or else I would have to create a 1999 kargil episode once we reach home. But as the famous quote goes“Pennu toofanu ni Plastic Godugu tho aapaleru”(U cant stop a Cyclone with a Plastic Umbrella), I could not control my Mom’s cyclone of information.

MM looked very content with this info as she seemed to get the right ingredients for her next day’s matinee talk with the other Septuagenarians. This is not the first time but MM is quite keen to know what we do or rather I am doing (god wat does she do with all this info….i hardly can remember the birthday’s of all my frenz..and with out orkut I wud have been cursed by most of them).

As I drop MM near her home, She bids Gudnite and showers her blessings upon me which included…that I shall b married and have my own child by this time next year …phewwwww both in 1 year @^^@$%$.

Mom…………Grrrrrr….tera Emotional atyaachaar….%@$#$@#$$@# LL