50th post....

I can't believe I've written so much already. Anyway, I've managed to reach my 50 th post. I wanted to change the name of my blog...still messing around with the idea. Want to change the template too...but been too busy this week. Oh well, its spring break next week. Yippe !

A very strange incident occured today afternoon. I had a lot of things to mail; But I've been in lazy mood since morning and did not want to walk to the PO in school. So I drove to the main USPS Office a few blocks away.

I was looking for the right size boxes when somebody from the counter asked if I needed help. I looked up to see an old desi uncle. He was smiling and said he would help me with the supplies. He gave me what I needed and the labels, customs form etc. I filled out everything while he kept talking about his family. I was nodding politely ( I was barely awake). Then, while he was giving me the stamps, he started asking about me (family, native place, major in school etc). I told him that I had no relatives here and that I was living with friends. The conversation continued like this

Uncle: So, when will you graduate ?
Me : Maybe next semester

Uncle: Are you married ?
(I felt there was no necessity to tell him about my marriage, explain why we are away, listen to his sympathy and advise; I could save a lot of trouble by saying....).
Me: No
( Thanks to my jacket, my mangalsutra was not seen too)

Uncle does more talking ( my mind is blank, yawn).

Uncle: So, do you have a friend with whom my wife can talk ?
Me: Huh ( Was I that sleepy ? I could not understand what he was asking... me with blank expression).

Uncle: repeats the same question
Me: same blank expression

Uncle ( gives up) : I have a son who will turn 30 soon...
Me: ( so ? ) Oh (...the tube light finally lit up)

( LOL I could not believe what he was saying, people seem to be ready to catch prospective brides anywhere).

Uncle: Well ?
Me: Uncle, my parents have already found someone back in India.

Uncle: Well, consider even this..ok ?
Me : ( with a straight face; controlling my laughter) OK

Uncle then goes on about his son; his job; his intelligence; blah blah...By now I am really irritated...then I give him a ' will you hurry up look'...I told him I have a class in 10 minutes.
Finally he lets me off and gives me the receipt. I am ready to run from there, when he calls me out and says

' you can always find me here; come -by if you change your mind'.

I come out ... ROFL....

Next time...better walk to the University PO.