Match fixing at my place...

Matches are fixed at my house. I has never realised the intensity of the activities that are carried out, but when I sat through one such session, it was rather unsettling. The key person was my Tayaaji, a very senior personality and a luminary in my family circle. As you must have guessed, I am not talking about cricket, there are many other not so important people doing this job. Here I a very respectfully referring to the gal-guy match, yea, marriages.

My Pa is known across the length and breadth of the rectangle comprising all near and very far relatives. Let me take a very typical situation here. Tring, tring.. tring tring... I answer the telephone, My voice trails across the house, "Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, your phone" Pa walks down the stairs of his room towards the hall. "Hello, araam ri, Neevu? Henga call madidri? Haudenri? Henta hudaki beeka? hmmmmmm, hmmmmm, aayita bidri. Nale phone madtini"... To summarise, some called up asking for a bride for his son. Pa gets into a very contemplative mood. The decision has to be made. A select request runs down his database, query returns a number of gals. Phew... memory overload. Too many gals. He redefines the query adding a (where) clause. Bingo, A few very good hits. Then the dialogue begins in our house. Pa tells mom the entire scenario. Mom may or may not add more where clauses. Again the query runs. You see, my mom's suggestions can never be overlooked. You will definitely repent if you do not heed to them. Ask my dad! He has paid a huge price for not listening to her. My mom advised him against marrying her. He did not heed to her. He is still repenting.. :) JOKES APART... Let me continue.

Its day 2: Pa calls back to the bride hunter. All details conveyed. Rest is HIStory. I have been a very amused witness to such plotting scenes. The only feeling that passes me at the times when such events are occuring is, what are the gal and boy doing at their respective residences or offices at that moment of time. Their fate is being sealed at the living room of my house...