There comes a watershed point in every girl’s life – and that’s the big three-oh. Because, you know, Indian society would (still!) have us believe that 30+ is the wrong side of 30. It’s the age when you step over the line from “youth” to “maturity”. In the case of the single woman, of course, it means you’re transitioning from “young thing” to “on the shelf”, with absolutely nothing in between. Your 30th birthday brings with it not only dessert that’s more candles than cake but also a horde of “well-wishers” who are really, really worried about you! And here’s what they have to say…
No, Rina Mausi, I swear I don’t have an infectious disease! No, not even B.O.
What? You think my bodycon mini is responsible for my dire straits? Why didn’t you tell me before?!
And do further damage to my rapidly thinning hair? I don’t think so.
Yes, sure. Why don’t I just give up on my career and GO HOME, right?
I do. Constantly. About the fact that they tell me how proud they are of me.
You mean this glass of whisky in my hand ain’t doing it for you?
Thank goodness! Will save my parents the awkwardness of trying to explain to people that they’d rather I choose a partner than force random mundas down my throat.
You mean: time to lower my standards and “settle”, right?
Should I be prepping for a divorce with a big, fat alimony cheque already?
Tick-tock-tick-tock! Yes, I hear it too – it’s telling me to end this conversation and get the hell out of here right NOW.