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I am ENGAGED!!!

So yesterday was my engagement, when I was sitting here and listening to- I don't know what. Today when Baiju came and asked Ha, how was your engagement ? I simply smiled, not that eeeee happy smile, but the are you kidding me smile. Yeah, I got engaged yesterday and all I feel is jealous about the food they had there. More about desserts. Hmmm does that happen ? Ain't I supposed to have some sort of feeling, happy, sad, confused, etc,etc

And about my engagement, I have no clue what happened there, and when I asked my Bro, he said all he heard was wedding is decided for this and this date, lets go have food. And when he is telling me this, I am looking at him, looking forward to whatever he is telling, that's when he said that's it, and I am like WHAT ??? That it??? and then he starts his unending epic story about the food there. After 5 minutes of his saga, I got up and told asked him to shut up, dude, you just had my engagement food.

Okay, don't think that I am stressing too much on the food part. I am not exactly doing that. All Muslim functions starts with food and ends with food. From the birth of a child to engagement, to marriage to childbirth to pilgrimage, everything is about food. Yeah, condolences to all those chickens, muttons and beef. Its not that I am questioning it, Oh no, I am not doing that at all. Just saying.

And the other side of being engaged, ,...

Oh my god!!! I am engaged!!! A date is fixed, and I have less than 3 months. Now my train of thought goes to different ends. One - MY DRESS, what am I gonna do, is there enough time to get it, got exams and an internship in between ... Full confusion... and then there is the conversation on my ROOM... What the hell is wrong with everyone, the moment I am booked to be married off all their eyes are on the freaking room. Every conversation comes and ends on the room... And when other people listens to this they think I don't wanna go off to the guy's place. My answer to all those people... I am gonna go to his house, but, my room remains my room. I have seen instances where the married off girl becomes a refugee in her own house. I don't want that for myself. Its my den and its gonna continue till... Well, I don't know. (this statement is exclusively for my own uncle Bavuttyama, I have a feeling he thinks I am gonna be a lifelong head ache for my dad)... well, I wont say I am not gonna be a headache, I am planning to remain my baps no.1 priority head ache for life (yaar, I am his eldest daughter and I am not planning to move out from that position).

Leaving behind all that freaky freaking out stuff, the most important thing is I am gonna be a part of a totally strange family in less than 3 months. (that's big isn't it). Every time I look at a bride, I always felt she looks like a fairy and its a fairy tale. (everyone is behind this person, loving and kissing her, talking about her and all that , and those  days are hers and all that a stupid teenage me imagined). Now when I am in it, this is nowhere near a fairy tale. I am scared and I am tensed. (do they both have same meanings I don't know, and don't wanna know). I am scared that every single member of that family is a stranger to me (oh I know their names, at least that). And on the top of that everyone I know are on a mission to scare me, talking about their blunders and all that could go wrong. They are scaring me and then they say they love me, wow... I am not getting the reasoning in this.

Does this happen to all the arranged- married- person ??? Or am I a defective product???

This was supposed to be posted yesterday, but something went wrong.

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