Mr. Right

" Mom, I don't think I want to marry him. Am confused."

" Why? He is so handsome and tall too. Just returned from a trip to Europe. He is the ideal man."

"Exactly. He seems so perfect. That is what bothers me. A package too attractive has a high tendency to be bogus. Remember the shoes I picked up from the mall, the other day? They are so very bad. Too much for a branded product."

"But they are such a nice pair of shoes. And he is not exactly perfect. He smokes; drinks alcohol ...
but who doesn't. And he is a womanizer am sure. Don't worry, he is no bogus, nor a saint."


"He drinks way too much. Did you notice his eyes? Too baggy they looked to me."

"Yeah right. Now, those were the good old days of our youth. Men were, discreet, good and responsible. When I saw your father's eyes, all I could see were a pair of soft romantic brown eyes, full of warmth. In our times, we didn't have instant messages and cellular. Otherwise, I would have known that he had guzzled down a full bottle of scotch once he reached from and passed out drunk."


" Dad, still drinks a lot. How do you manage?"

" Ahh! Massage a man's ego and keep it well toned. Recipe for marital success. That is how my mother controlled my father. And that is why, I never object to your father's habits. Come back to the point now. The man is rich. Grab him. I say."

" But again, if I don't like him, then? And Neeraj is still asking me to marry him. Neeraj is cute."


" Neeraj is cute, but has no money. Think of all the shopping you can do with a rich man's wallet. The boy in question spends a lot of time abroad. You can go shopping around the world. Spending his money, on yourself. Now, beat that."

" You know, I can't. I just wish to see the Tiffany's and its diamonds once. For real. Still, what if I get unhappy, say there can be chances of that happening. Or, if he turns out to be demanding?"


" You remember, last week, you had gone to that Indian restaurant? And said it was bad?"

" Yes. But we had to try it once. The food was smelly, but the interiors of the place was awesome."

"Then what did you do?"

" We moved out and at some Italian at another restaurant down the lane. It was great."

"Exactly. You can do the same with marriage."

"What? marry an Italian? If Indian bores me?"

" No, duffer. Move out and try other men. Some guy on TV was babbling that recession is now over. I heard it, when I went to hand over, your dad his drink. No dearth of rich men, my dear."


" Thanks for the wonderful advice mum. I love you so much."

" Nothing for my daughter, but the best.
Until then, we shall not rest."

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