How Indian Marriages Start !
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The Awkward First Phone Call
The Scene: The Girl is a 23 year old investment banker
working in New York. The Boy is doing his residency in Boston and
was given her number by his mother, who is a friend of the Girl's
aunt's brother-in-law's cousin's uncle's wife in Chicago.
Parenthesis are unspoken thoughts!!!!!!!!!
Monday night, 10 pm
Girl: Hello?
Boy: (Shit, she's home!) Umm, hi! Is this ---?
Girl: Speaking.
Boy: My name is ---. I don't know if you know who I am-
(God, what if she doesn't know who I am? I'll sound like a
complete
idiot.)
(Hell, I already sound like a complete idiot.
I don't even know why I'm doing this!)
Girl: Oh, you live in Boston, right?
Boy: Yeah. (Ok, she was told about me, that's a relief.
I wonder what she was told - "He's a resident, tall, an
fair,
and he graduated from Ivy League school!" God, she probably
hates me already!)
Girl: Yeah, my mother mentioned you had my number.
(I can't believe he actually called!)
Boy: So, how are you? (Oh yeah, that's real original,
but what the hell else I am supposed to say- Umm, hi,
I don't know you, but do you want to be my wife?)
Girl: I'm fine. And you
(Ok, this is off to a great start...)
Boy: I'm good
(Ok, think, think!)
So, I heard you're an investment banker?
(Oh, that's a real winner. Now I can be a bad
conversationalist
and an idiot!)
Girl: Yes.
Boy: (Ok, she is not helping me at all!)
Where do you work?
Girl: Merrill Lynch.
Boy: Hey, that's a great firm!
(I sound like a complete moron. I should just hang up except
my mother would somehow find out and kill me!)
Girl: Yeah, it's a nice place to work.
(God, this guy sounds like a complete loser)
Boy: So...
(Stall ,stall!)
Girl: So you're doing your residency in cardiology?
(Like my mom didn't tell me that 500 times already!)
Boy: (Ok, I can handle this...)
Yeah, I'm in my second year.
(Alright, now say something else, but what do I say?
Do you drink and have sex? Cause if you want to marry me,
you can't be one of those goody goody South Asian girls
who think if they kiss a guy they've practically
gone all the way)
So, what do you like to do in your free time?
Girl: (Umm... get wasted...)
Oh, you know, hang out with my friends, go to movies
Boy: Where do you like to hang out in NY?
Girl: (Shit, what am I supposed to say? This guy could be
some religious freak! I can't say bars - I'll say clubs,
you can go to clubs and not drink...)
Oh, sometimes we go to the movies, or there's a couple clubs
that are good...
(That was good, I made it sound like I like clubs, but I'm
not
really
into
them...)
Boy: (Ok, she goes to clubs, that's a good sign. If she was
really
religious she wouldn't do that.)
Yeah? I like to dance also.
Girl: (He likes to dance- that's a good sign. He can't
be that stiff!)
So where do you hang out in Boston
Boy: (Should I say it- alright, I'll say it, what the hell!)
Umm, the same, bars, clubs, stuff like that.
Girl: (He said bars! So he probably drinks. Good sign. I
should
explore this further...)
Are there any good bars in Boston
Boy: Yeah, there are some nice ones, I mean, I'm not a huge
drinker, but I like having a good time
(Ok, that gives the impression of someone who enjoys
drinking but is not an alcoholic - pretty good, if I do
say so myself!)
Girl: (That sounds really positive. This guy sounds kind of
cool. But if he's so cool why is he calling me? Shouldn't
he have a girlfriend? Or there's no need to call random
girls
his mother tells him about? God, what if he's completely
ugly? Or has never been kissed?)
Yeah, me too. Although I hope my parents never find out.
Boy: Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.
(I wonder if she's butt ugly...)
Girl: (Ok, so he didn't freak out at the living a double
life
reference- another good sign. I just wish I knew what he
looked
like...
So..
Boy: (Or she could be really fat with a huge mustache.
Well, there's only one way to find out!)
So, I know this sounds a little crazy, but I'm visiting
some friends in NYC next weekend and I wonder if you'd want
to get together for coffee sometime.
Girl: (Coffee. That's totally safe. If he's totally nasty
have a quick espresso and run like hell!)
Yeah, that sounds great.
Boy: (Alright that went pretty well. Coffee's pretty
harmless.
And who knows, maybe she'll be cool. Now I have to get the
hell out of this conversation...)
So I have your e-mail, should I just e-mail you soon and
we can figure it out?
Girl: (E-mail is sooo much better than the phone. Thank God
for
e-mail!)
Yeah, just e-mail, I check it all the time at work, so-
(God, this is getting painful)
Boy: Alright, I'll e-mail you soon.
(Meaning in two days cause I don't want to look too
desperate,
but at the same time I don't want to look like I'm trying
not to look too desperate...)
Girl: Cool. Well, I'm glad you called.
(I think...)
Boy: Me too. Well, I'll see you soon.
(Please be hot, please be hot!)
Girl: Alright. Bye.
(I can't believe he called! Too late to back out now.
Besides, maybe he's cool. He didn't sound so bad on the
phone. )
Boy: Bye.
(I did it! I am the man. I think she wants me. Yeah, she definitely wants me.)
This is not the end of this story....So let's keep adding what happened next.....
The Awkward First Phone Call
The Scene: The Girl is a 23 year old investment banker
working in New York. The Boy is doing his residency in Boston and
was given her number by his mother, who is a friend of the Girl's
aunt's brother-in-law's cousin's uncle's wife in Chicago.
Parenthesis are unspoken thoughts!!!!!!!!!
Monday night, 10 pm
Girl: Hello?
Boy: (Shit, she's home!) Umm, hi! Is this ---?
Girl: Speaking.
Boy: My name is ---. I don't know if you know who I am-
(God, what if she doesn't know who I am? I'll sound like a
complete
idiot.)
(Hell, I already sound like a complete idiot.
I don't even know why I'm doing this!)
Girl: Oh, you live in Boston, right?
Boy: Yeah. (Ok, she was told about me, that's a relief.
I wonder what she was told - "He's a resident, tall, an
fair,
and he graduated from Ivy League school!" God, she probably
hates me already!)
Girl: Yeah, my mother mentioned you had my number.
(I can't believe he actually called!)
Boy: So, how are you? (Oh yeah, that's real original,
but what the hell else I am supposed to say- Umm, hi,
I don't know you, but do you want to be my wife?)
Girl: I'm fine. And you
(Ok, this is off to a great start...)
Boy: I'm good
(Ok, think, think!)
So, I heard you're an investment banker?
(Oh, that's a real winner. Now I can be a bad
conversationalist
and an idiot!)
Girl: Yes.
Boy: (Ok, she is not helping me at all!)
Where do you work?
Girl: Merrill Lynch.
Boy: Hey, that's a great firm!
(I sound like a complete moron. I should just hang up except
my mother would somehow find out and kill me!)
Girl: Yeah, it's a nice place to work.
(God, this guy sounds like a complete loser)
Boy: So...
(Stall ,stall!)
Girl: So you're doing your residency in cardiology?
(Like my mom didn't tell me that 500 times already!)
Boy: (Ok, I can handle this...)
Yeah, I'm in my second year.
(Alright, now say something else, but what do I say?
Do you drink and have sex? Cause if you want to marry me,
you can't be one of those goody goody South Asian girls
who think if they kiss a guy they've practically
gone all the way)
So, what do you like to do in your free time?
Girl: (Umm... get wasted...)
Oh, you know, hang out with my friends, go to movies
Boy: Where do you like to hang out in NY?
Girl: (Shit, what am I supposed to say? This guy could be
some religious freak! I can't say bars - I'll say clubs,
you can go to clubs and not drink...)
Oh, sometimes we go to the movies, or there's a couple clubs
that are good...
(That was good, I made it sound like I like clubs, but I'm
not
really
into
them...)
Boy: (Ok, she goes to clubs, that's a good sign. If she was
really
religious she wouldn't do that.)
Yeah? I like to dance also.
Girl: (He likes to dance- that's a good sign. He can't
be that stiff!)
So where do you hang out in Boston
Boy: (Should I say it- alright, I'll say it, what the hell!)
Umm, the same, bars, clubs, stuff like that.
Girl: (He said bars! So he probably drinks. Good sign. I
should
explore this further...)
Are there any good bars in Boston
Boy: Yeah, there are some nice ones, I mean, I'm not a huge
drinker, but I like having a good time
(Ok, that gives the impression of someone who enjoys
drinking but is not an alcoholic - pretty good, if I do
say so myself!)
Girl: (That sounds really positive. This guy sounds kind of
cool. But if he's so cool why is he calling me? Shouldn't
he have a girlfriend? Or there's no need to call random
girls
his mother tells him about? God, what if he's completely
ugly? Or has never been kissed?)
Yeah, me too. Although I hope my parents never find out.
Boy: Yeah. I know exactly what you mean.
(I wonder if she's butt ugly...)
Girl: (Ok, so he didn't freak out at the living a double
life
reference- another good sign. I just wish I knew what he
looked
like...
So..
Boy: (Or she could be really fat with a huge mustache.
Well, there's only one way to find out!)
So, I know this sounds a little crazy, but I'm visiting
some friends in NYC next weekend and I wonder if you'd want
to get together for coffee sometime.
Girl: (Coffee. That's totally safe. If he's totally nasty
have a quick espresso and run like hell!)
Yeah, that sounds great.
Boy: (Alright that went pretty well. Coffee's pretty
harmless.
And who knows, maybe she'll be cool. Now I have to get the
hell out of this conversation...)
So I have your e-mail, should I just e-mail you soon and
we can figure it out?
Girl: (E-mail is sooo much better than the phone. Thank God
for
e-mail!)
Yeah, just e-mail, I check it all the time at work, so-
(God, this is getting painful)
Boy: Alright, I'll e-mail you soon.
(Meaning in two days cause I don't want to look too
desperate,
but at the same time I don't want to look like I'm trying
not to look too desperate...)
Girl: Cool. Well, I'm glad you called.
(I think...)
Boy: Me too. Well, I'll see you soon.
(Please be hot, please be hot!)
Girl: Alright. Bye.
(I can't believe he called! Too late to back out now.
Besides, maybe he's cool. He didn't sound so bad on the
phone. )
Boy: Bye.
(I did it! I am the man. I think she wants me. Yeah, she definitely wants me.)
This is not the end of this story....So let's keep adding what happened next.....



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*Parents enter* BETAAAA! TU NE KAI KE YA....BLAH BLAH BLAH (boy doesnt understand urdu) ....(boy tunes out parents) (boy thinks about gurl) (boy has an upset somtach) boy farts again! this time boy's parents run the fuck' away! BETAAAA! tu ne kai kaiya
The guy heads out to New York to meet the gal, at least that is what he tells mommy dearest... He's staying with his college friends who show him a good time around the city...They do all the touristy stuff, and of course hit clubs (you know, for old times sake). He sees this incredible looking woman on Friday nite. Huge, almond shaped eyes, lashes that would make any gal jealous (no mascara), heart shaped face, smooth/wavy hair (like in the commercials, great body - this woman was smokin' hot!! Guys were following her in a conga line - any man would be blessed to speak with her.... of course the young resident was...he was handsome, but not drop dead gorgeous, but she thought he was...
So pretty young thing strolls over to his table... the rest is history. The Bostonian forgot why he was in NY to begin with.... eh! The spent the entire weekend together (not like that!!!) she shows him around town, they exchange numbers....yata yata yata....
Now the boy is in a pickle, he decides to e-mail the gal that mommy set him up with and cancel... (he's way too interested in this hottie from the club (who by the way are one in the same person, but they won't know that till months go by hehehe)