Talaq! Talaq! Talaq!

Yes, that is what is going on in my mind. No, I do not plan to do anything like that with my marriage as yet. But again, I read some stuff in a Desi newspaper, NRI Pulse, which was of course available free of cost at the temple we go to. So, I *had* to read it. How can I not know what is happening to my fellow countrymen and women no? And I read in that paper, that couples in urban (read moral-less new, modern, westernized India, tch tch) are heading for divorce for what the paper calls 'silly reasons.' I read on quite interested, to see, if any of my reasons so far will hold good in a court of law. I was not disappointed. My reasons were quite in tune with some reasons written about in that article. For instance, my reason to probably call it off is because I missed the first 5 minutes of a chick-flick because Kobe Bryant chose that moment to create his moment of glory. Bah!

To get back to the reasons given in the article. One man wants a divorce from his wife because she does not dress stylishly, another wants to leave his wife because she does not have table manners, no, no, because he THINKS she does not have table manners.

Of course, AB nodded wisely when I remarked on how stupid these people were. As I spewed my passionate narrative on him who is the only person who listens to me nowadays about how people are taking trivial issues to a new level and trust pseudo IT couples to do this....and we went on talking about 'others.'

Sigh, little did I know that while we cooked a hearty (cheesy, I mean) pizza and were discussing the toppings excitedly, and I expressed dislike towards mushrooms and olives (sorry, readers of my blog who if you like mushrooms or olives, do NOT write to me saying: OMG, you do not like your pizza with Olives or mushrooms? The answer is clear, I think!) that AB'd say this....

I will divorce you if you do not eat mushrooms or olives.

What has the world come to, I say? What will happen of my mother who thinks her son-in-law is the next best thing to happen to her muchly-loved family or my dad who was happy to see me finally get married and be away from him, or my sis who is a compulsive shopper and who longs to come to the US of A to shop and hopes her brother-in-law will drive her around or my other sis who discusses basketball with him? (I hope I covered everyone. I'd feel guilty otherwise)

P.S. - We went to the temple again. But there was hardly anyone this time around. But still, even then, we tried our best, you know. We weren't hungry. But still, we bought horribly sweet Mango lassi (I hate mango in any other form apart from its fruit form) and shared it (how romantic no?) sitting at a table and smiling at ALL the kids ( I never liked kids that much. I still do not as much as it looks like, the way I smile at them) and politely making way for all the maamis and maamas...sigh. No, it did not work. And the elderly aunty we met last time and promised to call hasn't called as yet :(

Oh, my mom, ever resourceful that she is, gave me a new idea. She knows the priest of a particular temple in Bangalore (and she does not even frequent this temple!) whose brother or brother-in-law works as a priest in the Atlanta Hindu Temple. So, she said: Go, talk to him in Kannada and make friends with him. Then, things will be okay. Err....