Day: Saturday Night
Location: Parents room
Scene: Ironing my clothes
Me: Mom, Dad. I’d thought, let you know that I’m dating someone.
*Mom sits up straight*
Mom: Great! I don’t have to find a bride for you!
Me: Errrrr, yes….
Mom: What’s her name?
Mom: Where’s she from?
Me: Not exactly. Half gulti, quarter tamil and quarter bengali.
Mom: Jeez, all your girlfriends are such rare specimens no?
Mom: Does she have a last name or does she have a string of initials like A.B.C.D *******?
Me: She’s got a last name.
Mom: Can she speak bengali?
Me: I guess she can understand but not speak.
Mom: Fine, teach her bengali before you marry her. Then I can communicate with her easily.
Me: Jeez…. I’m out of here!
*After five minutes, I go back into that room*
*Dad is on his iphone and mom on her laptop*
Dad: Does she work in ****** ****** ******? (Worlds second largest spirits brand).
Me: What? You googled her?
Dad: Yeah… We wanted to put a face to that name.
Mom: This is her facebook profile, right?
Dad: Her linkedin profile looks good!
Me: Oh god…. Tell me that this is not happening!
Mom: What is this company?
Dad: Spirits. As in they sell alcohol.
Mom: Oh, that’s why you’re dating her?
Mom: So if she leaves that job, you’re going to break up with her, right?
Me: Oh god! What fresh hell is this?