How 7.7.7 turned out for me…..

It’s the neptune’s number. The date is so auspicious that people are getting married on this date at 7 am or 7 pm and commencing the marriage ceremony within 7 minutes. Pregnant mothers are “trying” to give birth to their children on this day. People are buying land, gold on this auspicious day. Well, this is all the television channels and the newspapers have to say about 7.7.7. Here’s my story.
Scene 1: I get up early in the morning to go to Ahmedabad to meet a certain person. Let’s call her Miss X. After getting dressed up and all set to go, I get to know that Miss X has left her workplace months ago. Great going. Next, I sprain my shoulder which prevents my head from turning more than a few degrees. Awesome. Cut to scene 2.
Scene 2: My mother has been pestering me to attend this marriage of some colleague of my father. Since she is already pissed off with my non social behaviour, of late, I decide to go. She helps me decide on some decent dress for the occasion.(let’s not talk about it..) But this attempt of mine to be social turns out to be a “bigtime” fiasco for me. For one, there was nobody I knew. For that matter, there wasn’t even a single person of my age group attending the wedding. The only aunty I was acquainted with, comes and strikes a conversation with my mother. She starts off, “Your daughter is quite thin”(OMG, for anybody who has seen me these days, I am anything but thin….)Another uncle advises my mother to let me take GRE and go to US for further studies. BTW, the place where I am currently staying, any Tom, Dick or Harry who takes GRE can go to US to study. Your GRE score and profile hardly matters.(Money speaks!!) I say, I am not interested in MS, want to go for an MBA. But my voice is lost in the din of their conversation. Wow. I rush to the nearest benches to sit, but there’s s*** there and thousands of ants around. I decide against it. Finally its time to leave….Yippie!!!
But 7.7.7 has to be a special day for me. How can it end so easily? The car in which we were traveling decides to breaks down. Thanks to some uncles around, the car starts running again…
Final scene: I am hungry and asking my mother to make me something. After such a pathetic day, I have to give vent to whatever is going on inside me. So, here I am, writing such a lousy piece about my experience of 7.7.7. - the most auspicious day in a thousand years… I might end this blog with one word of advice to all those couples who have literally run to the altar on this auspicious day. Beware!!!

PS: The above piece is the product of a bored and tired mind. Please do not take offence at any of my comments.