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Changing the World
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Damn you, White Chocolate Bluberry Scone from Starbucks.
I swear you'll be the end of me.
One day you'll find me passed out with crumbs all around me because I've choken on one of these scones. They're dry, but oh-so-good. It's my Saturday-morning-at-work routine. Tea ("one grande Awake tea, please") and a scone ("oh and a White Chocolate Bluberry scone, why not").
The baristas at the Starbucks have caught on. They know I'm not just being casual. They know they'll see me in there by 10:30 for this request because after that time all the scones are gone. Well except the Whole Wheat Rasperry scones. But who wants to have a whole wheat scone that just tastes like whole wheat toast with jam.
It's next door to my work, how can I resist?! Not even the next block of buildings. It's attached to us. We can literally here them from our lunch room and smell the coffee so I'm pretty helpless in the matter.
It's the time of season.
The grass is green and lush, the flowers are coming into full bloom and the sporadic gushes of rain are short-lasting.
It'sspring wedding season.
Oy.
I'm fortunate that this month I have two very good friends getting married so I'm a part of the festivities. And if you know Indian weddings, there are a lot of them. I'm so very happy for them and I wish them a lifetime of love, happiness and health together in their lives. Etc. etc...
Happiness aside, I can't quite get myself to say the 'M' word without it conjuring up a stream of other thoughts, fears, frustrations, opinions, and more fears.
This is not (yet another) part of my Peter Pan Syndrome. I kinda do want to grow up. But marriage? It seems like a whole other realm of life that I haven't given much of any thought to other than when I'm forced to when the parents bring it up.
Unfortunately for me, lately, that's been pretty much other day.
From my understanding, if you're female from the South Asian persuasion, you have an expiry date. Don't start checking the back of your neck to see what it is. It's not engraved anywhere but in your mind. Before going further, I have to say, that this isn't a mad rant against my culture. I'm not disowning the culture and it's beliefs. But I have to say at some point or another I feel like tearing my hair out.
Actually, come to think of it, maybe it's not just the South Asian culture. It's a stigma everywhere. Women have to be married off by a certain age, or else their called "old maid" or "spinster". While in men, it seems like it's a charming trait to be a bachelor well into your 50s.
I'm not ranting. I'm not. Seriously.
'kay, maybe just a little. I do want to be married someday and have the whole family scenario. But why am I made to feel that it's got to be now or never? I'm constantly reminded of my age. I know what it is, thank you very much. If you didn't know, I was there when I turned 23 this past October.
"23? I was married by your age! When are you getting married!?"
>"When I'm done school"
"When is that?"
>"3 years"
"Oh?"
>"I'll be 26."
"Oh."
Oy.
I think we have a sick sense of humour here at the bank. It's about 1:50pm and I know that in about an hour and 10 minutes that when we lock the front doors, we'll continue to get people coming up to the door, try pulling at the door once. Look confused, then try harder twice. Then they'll mouth the words "You're closed!?"
>"Yes" we reply with a smug smile. (Saturday's are unbelievable busy. We can't wait til those doors are locked. Our "HI! Can I help you?" smiles come off.)
"I just need to do a quick deposit, can I come in"
>"nope" more smiling.
"Please, just one second"
>"Sorry, our policy. Can't let anyone in after 3pm. We were open 6 hours. Come back Monday or use the ABM"
"But I bank here! I'm a customer"
>Your point?! "I understand. But sorry." Bye bye now.
Then we get to watch their frustrated expressions as they're forced to turn around and leave.
Sometime we won't even dignify their door-pulling with a reply. I mean the hours are posted in front of your face. If you pull the door harder at 3:20, it aint gonna open.
*sigh* Hilarious.
I swear you'll be the end of me.
One day you'll find me passed out with crumbs all around me because I've choken on one of these scones. They're dry, but oh-so-good. It's my Saturday-morning-at-work routine. Tea ("one grande Awake tea, please") and a scone ("oh and a White Chocolate Bluberry scone, why not").
The baristas at the Starbucks have caught on. They know I'm not just being casual. They know they'll see me in there by 10:30 for this request because after that time all the scones are gone. Well except the Whole Wheat Rasperry scones. But who wants to have a whole wheat scone that just tastes like whole wheat toast with jam.
It's next door to my work, how can I resist?! Not even the next block of buildings. It's attached to us. We can literally here them from our lunch room and smell the coffee so I'm pretty helpless in the matter.
It's the time of season.
The grass is green and lush, the flowers are coming into full bloom and the sporadic gushes of rain are short-lasting.
It's
Oy.
I'm fortunate that this month I have two very good friends getting married so I'm a part of the festivities. And if you know Indian weddings, there are a lot of them. I'm so very happy for them and I wish them a lifetime of love, happiness and health together in their lives. Etc. etc...
Happiness aside, I can't quite get myself to say the 'M' word without it conjuring up a stream of other thoughts, fears, frustrations, opinions, and more fears.
This is not (yet another) part of my Peter Pan Syndrome. I kinda do want to grow up. But marriage? It seems like a whole other realm of life that I haven't given much of any thought to other than when I'm forced to when the parents bring it up.
Unfortunately for me, lately, that's been pretty much other day.
From my understanding, if you're female from the South Asian persuasion, you have an expiry date. Don't start checking the back of your neck to see what it is. It's not engraved anywhere but in your mind. Before going further, I have to say, that this isn't a mad rant against my culture. I'm not disowning the culture and it's beliefs. But I have to say at some point or another I feel like tearing my hair out.
Actually, come to think of it, maybe it's not just the South Asian culture. It's a stigma everywhere. Women have to be married off by a certain age, or else their called "old maid" or "spinster". While in men, it seems like it's a charming trait to be a bachelor well into your 50s.
I'm not ranting. I'm not. Seriously.
'kay, maybe just a little. I do want to be married someday and have the whole family scenario. But why am I made to feel that it's got to be now or never? I'm constantly reminded of my age. I know what it is, thank you very much. If you didn't know, I was there when I turned 23 this past October.
"23? I was married by your age! When are you getting married!?"
>"When I'm done school"
"When is that?"
>"3 years"
"Oh?"
>"I'll be 26."
"Oh."
Oy.
I think we have a sick sense of humour here at the bank. It's about 1:50pm and I know that in about an hour and 10 minutes that when we lock the front doors, we'll continue to get people coming up to the door, try pulling at the door once. Look confused, then try harder twice. Then they'll mouth the words "You're closed!?"
>"Yes" we reply with a smug smile. (Saturday's are unbelievable busy. We can't wait til those doors are locked. Our "HI! Can I help you?" smiles come off.)
"I just need to do a quick deposit, can I come in"
>"nope" more smiling.
"Please, just one second"
>"Sorry, our policy. Can't let anyone in after 3pm. We were open 6 hours. Come back Monday or use the ABM"
"But I bank here! I'm a customer"
>Your point?! "I understand. But sorry." Bye bye now.
Then we get to watch their frustrated expressions as they're forced to turn around and leave.
Sometime we won't even dignify their door-pulling with a reply. I mean the hours are posted in front of your face. If you pull the door harder at 3:20, it aint gonna open.
*sigh* Hilarious.
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Btw you looked gorgeous today at the wedding... yellow doesnt suit many people... but looked wickedd on you, Mashallah :)
At this time I'll make the same duaa i made for Shaz.. May Allah (SWT) jalday se shaadi karaadain. AMEEEN!!! :D "Not ready" ki bachi.. that's what an Aunty would say.