The more u want the more u get,the more u get still more u want

"They are coming at 10"sounded kitchen with the morning verses.

"But now its just 6,Amma"...I shouted back.....

"So wait until 9.45to get ready....I don't want any last minute mess...hear me..?"

"Yes" as if its me who is in need of the last minute hurry berry.No body wants it.Even I don't like it...but cant help it.

I went to get ready at 8.30. Not because I take a great time in getting ready, but just because I didn't have any other work to do.I was not allowed in kitchen today.I knew better why.Whenever it comes to salt, I had only extremes, either too low or too high, not just with salt but for anything else....I had only extremes.

I was ordered to wear the costliest of my salwar kameezes a red one but I preferred my favourite yellow cotton salwar kameez with blue borders and blue duppatta.But an order was an order.

Now for ornaments.Mother opened the almarah and took out whatever we had in terms of gold and looked up at me."No, wear just one or two pieces.I was looking and seeing which matches you the most."She tried to explain.Sometimes silence is the dangerous of my languages.She knows it pretty well.

I was all ready by 9.45, the time which otherwise I would take to start. I love doing things the last moment.

The boy and his family came at 10,15 , just 15 minutes ahead of the prescribed time. More punctual than me...I hate it. I was supposed to bring the tea tray as was seen in the serials.I didn't have any pre-experience this being my first performance.

I brought the tray as was told to .He looked at me and tried to smile but dropped the plan half way because of my face which showed 110% of alieanism .Can you smile at strangers? I can't ....even if I try .So better not to.

Next section of the sponsored programme was the boy and the girl talking privetly and the parents talking publicly about the givings and takings .

Both of us were brought to my room."So this is your room.Neat and tidy". It was a half a day programme for me to make the heaven out of this hell.You could have come yesterday.But now its all set dear........ I thought...but didn't say.

" You talk less"......again he tried to start a conversation

" No , I talk as usual".I said hesitatingly.

"O.K tell about your family and friends.As of me I have a lot of friends.I minkle with a group very well."

" I have just a hand full"I said . Just 5 or 6 to be more precise.I thought again but didn't say.

" Do you know cooking". "Yes" I said clearly remembering the extremes.

If life is all about meeting , merging and dissolving of indifferences then I would not be precipitated in this solution.........

When it came to hobbies things went more disastrous. For god sake none of our hobbies met.His hobbies included watching cricket , English movies and computer games and mine was bit of reading and hearing music and a bit of scribbling which I didn't say.

"Who is your favourite singer?"

"Mohd Rafi"I said

Then I heard a 150 in the next room.It was the broker's voice or marriage assembler to be more standardized.

150 what.........I thought.By the time he was searching my book shelf.

"Big big books" you really read a lot it seems.

"Yes" but I was concentrated more on the 150.It was 150 sovereign plus a car.You will not get an educated and employed guy in the whole city........as if I was an illiterate.

My father kept silent.Again silence is the best tool to counter.

Now it was time for me to speak....

"What is your idea of marriage".

"So you talk....? Marriage is a beautiful symphony of music."

That symphony is heard only in the heart of girls father and the nots are found on his ECG curves.I thought......

If we get married and we have a girl and after 20 plus years when she is of marriageable age then if someone speaks about gold, money rather than the girl ,as a father how will you feel?"

My eyes wanted him to spill all the beans out and he just said"I will feel bad".

"Then there is somebody over this wall who is feeling bad at this time.Unfortunately he happens to be my father now.After years I am sure you are going to be in his situation.I said this with confidence as if I am his fate maker.Dont you guys feel yourself ashamed to ask things which you are the least privileged to....? Begging or robbery both are illegal....I said with a small yet firm voice .

Enough of conversation I thought.Its already half an hour.That's enough.

He went out and I followed with a smile of satisfaction.

Rest was again as anyone would expect out of a decent family.They wanted some time which we were ready to give.

"Did you like him?" Mother asked

"Yes" I said as I looked at my father...cos I didn't want to explain the whole melodrama..............