The pleasure of being home on vacation, far away from College and its hostel..Not having to sit through another dreaded chemistry or grammar lesson..or having to be at the mercy of the so called edible cuisines of Mr.Boominathan, our chief cook.. no more tedious ‘lights out at 9pm’ rules..Ahh the bliss of being home..
It was in one such sunny vacation morning, the chain of fairy tale events began to unwind.. Halfway through the day I woke up, with the bright sun shining in my eye.. Half blinded by it, I stumbled out of bed and into the living room, there I heard my parents discussing about Marriage and me...the vacation bliss came to a temporary stop...that cannot be I told myself, we don’t belong together in a sentence..not yet..I’m not old enough to be exiled into marriage, I whined to myself.. and what about college and the boring chemistry lessons and who will be Mr.Boominathan’s test subject? hmm.. Maybe I was not hearing them right.. I consoled myself..Making a note to check my hearing I flop on the couch next to mom..
Had a good sleep? She asked..Yea mom, but I would like to curl up for some more time I tell her..Ok u do that (red flags go up immediately, mom is never ok with more curling up when half the day is gone already) We need to ask u something, she says..We would like for you to marry Buggy boo( Mom calls him by his real legal name, unlike me)..What do u say?’..
What was that noise, like a transformer exploding? Was it a distant thunder or was that my beating heart? I grew very still.. Did I hear marry Buggy Boo?? Without a minute’s hesitation I say yes..oh yes I will..I dint need to think..if it was with Buggy boo, I was ready to go to hell and back.. So what about college? I hear a voice in my head..What about it, do u have a problem with my decision? I threaten the responsible voice of mine and that marks the end of college talk..The thought of marriage and buggy boo still having not penetrated my stunned mind I go back for more snoozing.. I dream about buggy boo, sugar and spice and everything nice..It was the best sleep I’ve ever had..
Had a good sleep? She asked..Yea mom, but I would like to curl up for some more time I tell her..Ok u do that (red flags go up immediately, mom is never ok with more curling up when half the day is gone already) We need to ask u something, she says..We would like for you to marry Buggy boo( Mom calls him by his real legal name, unlike me)..What do u say?’..
What was that noise, like a transformer exploding? Was it a distant thunder or was that my beating heart? I grew very still.. Did I hear marry Buggy Boo?? Without a minute’s hesitation I say yes..oh yes I will..I dint need to think..if it was with Buggy boo, I was ready to go to hell and back.. So what about college? I hear a voice in my head..What about it, do u have a problem with my decision? I threaten the responsible voice of mine and that marks the end of college talk..The thought of marriage and buggy boo still having not penetrated my stunned mind I go back for more snoozing.. I dream about buggy boo, sugar and spice and everything nice..It was the best sleep I’ve ever had..
Now Let me tell you about Buggy boo..I’ve had a crush on him for as long as I can remember, straight out of diapers I think.. we knew each other from childhood..Growing up, he metamorphosed from the most adorable boy to the most ruggedly handsome looking man ever..oooh….He has these adorable dimples and a killer smile..you’d find the most dazzling sparkle in his eyes..A broken tooth in the front and a missing canine..something to die for..So cute..always with a 5 o clock shadow or a French beard on his square jaw, giving him the bad boy look.. And his cologne.. Wicked cool.. (How did I know, I used to sneak up on him just for a sniff..)yumm! my own chocolate cream soldier....The best part is yet to come people..Did I tell you, he is also smart, kind and the most gentle person I’ve ever know..Ruggedly handsome outside and a perfect teddy bear material inside..Do you blame me for the powerful crush I had on him for ages..And now, do I want to be Mrs Boo they ask..I must be crazy to say no..Rite?? So, even before mom finished her question, I tell her, yes..oh yes I am ready to go into exile with Buggy Boo..
But then things get a little hazy, remember i went for some more curling up time..I wake up from my slumber after an hour and I’m not sure if mom really asked me to marry Buggy Boo or was it all just a colorful dream..How do I ask mom, what if it was my crush getting the better of me..Hmm..questions..questions..I decide to tip toe into the dining area and eaves drop..I was hoping to solve this mystery..It was eminent that I solve it before I go insane. and how did mom know about my crush? Was she telepathic? My god that is scary I say..
Maybe I was tip toeing wearing tap shoes, because mom called out to me even before I reached the door..How does she do that..These mom’s they seem to know everything..
I walk in trying hard not to show my anticipation..Expressionless, mom takes her time to serve hot idlys and sambar..I play around with my food a little, trying to eat, I knew for certain that I was going to choke on those hot rice batter mounds called idlys..Maybe mom heard my screams for mercy.. finally she brings up the Boo subject again..she asks me if I am really ok with marrying Buggy Boo..So it was not a dream..It was real..OH MY GOD! I AM GOING TO BE MRS BUGGY BOO!!
Am I blushing??furiously I think and what more.. I’m afraid I’m going to throw up, the relief is so immense. i dint realize I was holding my breath until then..Breakfast was a bad idea I tell u..Taking in my pale skin and sick look mom is concerned..No harm done she says..You can always say no…
Maybe I was tip toeing wearing tap shoes, because mom called out to me even before I reached the door..How does she do that..These mom’s they seem to know everything..
I walk in trying hard not to show my anticipation..Expressionless, mom takes her time to serve hot idlys and sambar..I play around with my food a little, trying to eat, I knew for certain that I was going to choke on those hot rice batter mounds called idlys..Maybe mom heard my screams for mercy.. finally she brings up the Boo subject again..she asks me if I am really ok with marrying Buggy Boo..So it was not a dream..It was real..OH MY GOD! I AM GOING TO BE MRS BUGGY BOO!!
Am I blushing??furiously I think and what more.. I’m afraid I’m going to throw up, the relief is so immense. i dint realize I was holding my breath until then..Breakfast was a bad idea I tell u..Taking in my pale skin and sick look mom is concerned..No harm done she says..You can always say no…
Good god in heaven, Buggy Boo seem to be slipping right through my fingers that very minute and I’ll be darned if I let that happen..Taking a deep breath and pushing down the piece of idly that was stuck in my wind pipe, I manage to squeak that I do want to marry him..It is a miracle that my legs dint do a tap dance all around the house..and a bigger miracle that I dint die blushing or choking on steaming hot idlys..
Mom had been a source of surprises the whole morning..Alsa! And she was not done yet..She had a final deadly surprise up her sleeve..Just when I was planning to dance away into the sunset, she says..Now G, we wait for buggy to let us know his decision..
I do a double take..what Buggy hasn’t decided yet? My mind goes into over drive..All sorts of questions..Most of it negativity itself..What if he says no..What if he thinks my head is too big or ears are too tiny..Will he want me to dance or sing..I can dance and sing alrite, that is if he is willing to wear a blind fold and ear plugs for his own safety..But will he agree to a blind fold..Was he thinking about me and my big head now?? I go back to analyze the one liners we had spoken over the years....
I do a double take..what Buggy hasn’t decided yet? My mind goes into over drive..All sorts of questions..Most of it negativity itself..What if he says no..What if he thinks my head is too big or ears are too tiny..Will he want me to dance or sing..I can dance and sing alrite, that is if he is willing to wear a blind fold and ear plugs for his own safety..But will he agree to a blind fold..Was he thinking about me and my big head now?? I go back to analyze the one liners we had spoken over the years....
Hi G, Says Boo, which grade r u in now, 10th grade?’ ‘Oh no’ I say..i am in college, my first year..oh really..ok..’..
What kind of analysis can I make with this one liner.. maybe that I looked forever young to Boo, I mean think about it..forever 10th grade??hmm.. It is a good sign, yes? or maybe..Buggy’s eye sight needs testing..I chide myself for even doubting those sparkly eyes and move on..
How long would it be before I know..oh the torture..the sweet sweet torture..When did the 24 hours a day change into 72 hours a day??Why are the days so long and the nights longer..I dream every day for the next 3 days..My dreams are all varied..Happy ones, disappointing ones and in complete ones..By the third day, I am even dreaming of spanking Buggy Boo for making me wait so long..I woke up apologizing and hoping Hermes the messenger God doesn’t deliver this particular dream to Boo.. I dint want to take a chance, just in case the spanking image spoils my chances of being mrs.Buggy Boo..I am In such a nervous state that every ring of the phone makes me jump sky high..
Mom must have known about my jumpy nerves, she lets me have second servings of ice cream and I got to have dessert before breakfast and lunch, I dint have to clean up or even dress up..I was basically a Hobo roaming around in my room in rags all day long..
It is the fourth day and still Boo is silent that was until 11 Am..The phone rang and I jumped up, almost hitting the roof..Do I dare make threats toward buggy? Maybe..i’ll give it one more day before I start, I tell myself..Mom is on the phone..1/2 hour later she walking into my room..Can It be?? OMG!! Can It really be? She want me to pick up after myself and no more second servings of ice cream or dessert before lunch, she says with a broad smile..that could mean only one thing..Buggy Boo came through at last..
What kind of analysis can I make with this one liner.. maybe that I looked forever young to Boo, I mean think about it..forever 10th grade??hmm.. It is a good sign, yes? or maybe..Buggy’s eye sight needs testing..I chide myself for even doubting those sparkly eyes and move on..
How long would it be before I know..oh the torture..the sweet sweet torture..When did the 24 hours a day change into 72 hours a day??Why are the days so long and the nights longer..I dream every day for the next 3 days..My dreams are all varied..Happy ones, disappointing ones and in complete ones..By the third day, I am even dreaming of spanking Buggy Boo for making me wait so long..I woke up apologizing and hoping Hermes the messenger God doesn’t deliver this particular dream to Boo.. I dint want to take a chance, just in case the spanking image spoils my chances of being mrs.Buggy Boo..I am In such a nervous state that every ring of the phone makes me jump sky high..
Mom must have known about my jumpy nerves, she lets me have second servings of ice cream and I got to have dessert before breakfast and lunch, I dint have to clean up or even dress up..I was basically a Hobo roaming around in my room in rags all day long..
It is the fourth day and still Boo is silent that was until 11 Am..The phone rang and I jumped up, almost hitting the roof..Do I dare make threats toward buggy? Maybe..i’ll give it one more day before I start, I tell myself..Mom is on the phone..1/2 hour later she walking into my room..Can It be?? OMG!! Can It really be? She want me to pick up after myself and no more second servings of ice cream or dessert before lunch, she says with a broad smile..that could mean only one thing..Buggy Boo came through at last..
Congratulations!!mom says..u are going to be Mrs.Buggy..My poor heart has had enough excitement, it stops beating for a minute or two..i had to give it a hard punch to get it pumping again..Am I going to faint with relief..i hope not..The image of a pumpkin being dropped unceremoniously stops me from fainting..I grin and blush ..I am on top of the world, soaring..smiling and laughing..i screeched and hollered..in a nut shell..look up the word ecstatic in a dictionary and u’ll find my name with a smiley face next to it..How many people get to marry their crushes? I know it is every girl’s dream..and mine just came true..A fairy tale begining..
Just as I was dancing in the moon, mom brings me crashing back to reality..So honey, she says..now that u know the verdict, please go take a shower..3 days is long enough to go without a shower, even if it was for your Buggy boo..What are u talking about mom, I asked, looking at myself in the mirror for the first time in 3 days..
Lets just say a Hobo would have won the title Miss clean, if she had competed with me.. For someone who likes to take more than a showers a day, 3 days without it is unthinkable..Oh..all that I do for Buggy..
I thank the gods that I dint speak to Boo over the phone, I would have scared him off..The stench was strong, it would have travelled over the phone and no I dint smell like spring or roses..My parents must really love me, to put up with the not so rosy smell for 3 days..Pheww..
I spent the next few hours in the shower..scrub a dub dub…3 hours later I ended up smelling like spring and roses..i was Smiling and laughing..blushing and singing all the while....
10 years later I’m still smiling and laughing, blushing and singing..just like I imagined, life with Buggy Boo is a fairy tale come true, a pleasurable exile!!
Lets just say a Hobo would have won the title Miss clean, if she had competed with me.. For someone who likes to take more than a showers a day, 3 days without it is unthinkable..Oh..all that I do for Buggy..
I thank the gods that I dint speak to Boo over the phone, I would have scared him off..The stench was strong, it would have travelled over the phone and no I dint smell like spring or roses..My parents must really love me, to put up with the not so rosy smell for 3 days..Pheww..
I spent the next few hours in the shower..scrub a dub dub…3 hours later I ended up smelling like spring and roses..i was Smiling and laughing..blushing and singing all the while....
10 years later I’m still smiling and laughing, blushing and singing..just like I imagined, life with Buggy Boo is a fairy tale come true, a pleasurable exile!!
And true to my promise, I still give him a teeny weeny bit of grief for the 3 days of sweet torture..What took him so long I ask? After all it took me less than 3 seconds to say I Do!!
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