I was at a wedding last week, and there was a seating plan (a very badly organised one) so i ended up sitting at a table with complete strangers. My mother kept wondering off every 5 minutes and the auntie sitting next to be made it her mission to make me feel as uncomfortable as possible. Her conversation starter was ‘kitni saal ki ho?’ i was startled, no hi or how are you. And then she pretty much started to interview me, whats your name? are you married? engaged? are you studying? what do you study? where do you live? i was trying to be polite so i answered all her questions, she then continued with ‘meray eik beta hain…’ and i though ahh crapp i see where this is going…she then told me every single detail about her ‘bhola bala beta’ who was very ‘sharif’ and ‘mazbi’ and that women threw their daughters at him…i was like uh-hmm…and then came the line i was hoping i’d never have to hear, ‘vo aya hai shaadi may, mein milati hoon’ at this point i was prayingggg my mother would return, or the building would suddenly burst into flames…it didnt. I didnt think the night could get any worse until her son came over…and oh boy did he poop his pants when he saw me. He was the infamous ‘bad boy’ of our university, who had dated every girl who’d take him, drank, did drugs, he was the sort of boy you wouldnt let a million miles near your daughter. I couldnt help but laugh to which the auntie replied ‘haiii, sharam agaye?’. I was on the floor with laughter, and he just had that look on his face, please dont say a worrrrd! I feel sorry for the next girl to be interviewed by his mother already, if only they knew what i knew… :aliyish:
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