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A quick tale 15

Bargain
He seemed a pleasant enough chap. No hair sticking out of his ears or warts on nose. He had clipped his nails short and seemed to be interested in what she was saying. They spoke for some half-an-hour. Mostly about their lives, careers and hobbies. Then they agreed to get married.

Later, his father called up and said in a soft voice that her father would bear the wedding costs. And furnish the house the newly-weds were going to be living in. Her family agreed it was a fair demand. After all, she was 27, a mere graduate and wore glasses.

Comments

Shyam said…
Yup... you dissect and neatly pin open for scrutiny the everyday ills and woes and prejudices and plain truths - all in just a few words. Way to go, Ammani!
~phobiac~ said…
uhmm.....cant find a single word to say what i want to......Nice....
S m i t h a said…
:) how do u manage to it with so little words? Couple of the paras and you land straight into the matter and into the hearts. love you for that... keep writing.
AF said…
Ammani,
Way to go!! Excellent writing, apt words, right emotions and plain truth in your tales.
Even if she were a post graduate, good looking and had everything, this would have happened anyways... Nothing makes a difference these days. Money is all they want. Once they get everything they would show their true colors...
Vidya said…
It's so true, as always you have put it so well..
Hopefully though, I hope that with time, we are moving away from these ills.
Anonymous said…
As long as there are naive daughters and desperate parents, these bargains will surely continue.

Although we all like the story, the last thing any one of us would do is not attend a wedding of a friend/relative where such a bargain has taken place.

[sarcastic]
We love Indian culture with all its warts. What will you do to stop it?
[/sarcastic]
Ansh said…
awesome!
so very true...
Ammani...your words are enchanting!
Ram.C said…
நெத்தியடிங்கறது இது தான்....bull's eye
kaaju katli said…
True, sad but well said.
srihari said…
It is a pity that this happens even today. A practice which we seem to have picked up with no apparent good reason.....

As someone anonymously asked.....what are WE going to do to about this is the important thing...
kaaju katli said…
kadi kadi ya? kaaju katli ya? :)
Anonymous said…
A quick tale 15--A

She got him to work without forgetting to add the leaf of mint in his tomato juice -- just the way he liked it.

At work, she realised she hadn't brought the vendakkai she had chopped and cooked for them this morning.

That evening, she climbed three floors back home in less than a minute. She hadn't boiled the rasam, or grated the coconut for the kootu.

But when he came in at 8.35, she was ready with a smile and a three-course dinner. He shrugged out of her embrace-- "you smell of karruveppilai."

--
By *Inspired*
ammani said…
Loved 15-A, anonymous.
Anonymous said…
Thanks Ammani!
*Inspired*
Chakra Sampath said…
Another piece of brilliance. u hav the knack of delivering a powerful msg in very few words.
oh boy!!!11
another nice piece
thennavan said…
Ammani, ennamo villangamaave ezhuthareenga pola irukku. Just kidding :-) I like your posts that are pithy yet deliver a powerful message. Kollywood pakkam vasanakarthaavaa poreengalaa :-)
Pavithra said…
(applauds) Bravo, my lady. Verily, brevity is the soul of...er...angst?

Am looking forward to your little vignettes more and more (and BTW...are you done yet with Thamizh blog thing?)
I have run out of all the words I could use to describe your posts. Ill just enjoy it and think about what you have written, which I believe is the reason for one such post in the first place.
Me said…
wow !! awesome !!

blogrolled u hope its fine
Anonymous said…
Quick Tale 15-B

498 A didn't say anything, she thought waiting at the eye-doctor's.

It didn't say how he would wink across at her in a crowded room to say that she was on his mind.

It didn't say how he boiled water in the middle of the night when she had a terrible cough.

It didn't say how he intoduced her to Terry Pratchett who would give her many hours of laughter.

All 498 A said that he would be charged with physical and mental torture of a married woman under the Indian Penal Code.

She looked up with her one good eye --- it was her turn at the doctor's.
--
By *Inspired*
sophie said…
wow...good one
perspective said…
I have a lot to learn from you...
Anjali said…
bargaina?Nowadays itsE-baragain ammani:(

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