Shaddi ka laddo..umm..but i'm on a diet! (Part 1)

It all started off as any other evening. I came home from work. Switched on the computer wanting to socialise with my lovely virtual friends. Then suddenly I received an email (umm..not that people dont email me or anything, but I wasnt expecting any at that point of time..hence it was sudden!). It was a marriage invite. Not just any marriage invite. It was a marriage invite from the one person whom I never thought i'd receive an invite so soon in life!

Excitement ensued. The funny thing about excitement is that its like a drug. It gives you this high, but then you invariably crash. This time, I didn't crash alone. 'We' crashed. So, while 'friend soon to be married' was happily going to get married soon (uhh..), 'friend who should be getting married' and 'friend who doesn't know whether she wants to get married' were crashing from that dizzy happy news induced high!

Suddenly it dawned on us that we were getting old (yeah baby!!) and that while one was dating a guy who might decide to get married when her biological clock has run out of batteries and is not even ticking anymore, the chances of the other finding anyone to get married were so dim that it was almost dark!

We decided to put our whizzy brains together and did some calculation.

35: Age till which one can atleast hear the ticking of the clock before one needs a hearing aid!

25: Current Age

10: Years we have to find someone (for the one who hasn't). Fall in love. Convince him to marry us. Like the inlaws. Have a baby. Live Happily .

Why do i feel like Bridget Jones? Like I'll end up dying alone with alsatians around me?

Ok..so Bridget Jones found Mark Darcy...hmmm.....