Curry-osity

As a geek…I work with a lot of Indian-origin people.  That might not be the most PC thing to say, but get over yourself, its not the point of this post…

The point is…I had a conversation with one of them at work today about a trip he is taking in May.  The conversation went like this:

Me:  Oh a vacation!  Where are you going
Him:  To India
Me:  Oh lovely.  To visit your family?
Him:  Yes…..and,….to get married
Me:  OH!  Wait…didn’t you tell me last year that you were the ‘permanent bachelor type’ and weren’t interested in getting married when the 3 other Indian people you work with were all flying back to India to get married?  Didn’t you say arranged marriages were not for you and that you weren’t ready?
Him:  Yes…but it’s not just about me.  It’s about my family and her family and me.
Me:  Do you know her?
Him:  Yes for 2 months now
Me:  Do you like her?
Him:  Yes I wouldn’t agree to marry her if I didn’t
Me:  Have AGREED to marry her?  You mean you didn’t ask her?
Him: No that’s not the way it works
Me:  (Speechless while he laughed)

My point is that the woo-ing process (the courtship period if you will) for different walks of life is beyond my realm of understanding.  I will stick to the bouquet of red roses and chocolate covered strawberries sent to me to win me over while we get to know each other tyvm.  I want to marry my best friend and someone who gets along with my family, the person I entrust with my innermost secrets…not the one my parents kinda like, who I hope like hell we enjoy being around each other and who I’ll be stuck with after they are dead and gone. 

~Cheers to you my brave co-worker.  I wish you all the best.