Noggyisms

Sometime back had written about 7 MBAs getting together and trying to figure out how to get from one point in the city to another and almost succeeding in finding themselves in another state altogether. Had another proof of that in the last few days. Somehow and for some unearthly strange, weird and crazy reason all this happens in Delhi only. What’s with that city? But we will go another day into the Delhi vs. Mumbai story. That will get a lot of people 'senti' over the issue so we shall sweep that under the carpet for the time being. The occasion this time around was a marriage of a friend of mine. And as happens in marriages invites go out into the world a month or so in advance. Somewhere after the whole plan was decided the Government decides to wreck havoc on best laid plans by introducing weird rules (do not know the story behind this but considering I have never heard of the Government doing good to ANYONE, so I think they are to blame for the whole mess too.) So ...

I was chatting with a friend of mine. She is a teacher at KG school. Married now, she can’t wait to have kids of her own. (Christ what’s with people and kids!) She was going on and on about how she was saving now for children's education. This coupled with a discussion about investment in property and settling down that I had last night with another bunch of friends where I was a mute spectator (don't have money or will to invest in any kind of property … heard even to sleep on a footpath in Mumbai costs a lot more than I can afford … and as far as settling down, the very thought brings about an image of a world of morbid stagnation that I start comparing it to mosquitoes. Stagnant water …. Breeding mosquitoes … dangerous diseases … get the connection? But I digress. Anyway so all these conversations made me realize I am definitely growing old. Now 60% of my friends are married, about to do so or in long term engagements. 39% are going around and vowing to marry their better...