  Have you ever been in a situation where no matter how much you struggle - the noose just keeps getting tighter? You try to run, you hide, you try everything in your power to escape the torment but it still keeps coming at you from all angles.
Well take that feeling multiply it by a thousand, make it a daily ritual and you pretty much get the idea of my nightmare. A nightmare that for me (and many others I know) is one rooted in reality. Forget the good mornings, and the general niceties you've been used to, I go through every day hearing the mantra " you're going to be 26 soon, when are you going to settle down, and you know get married " - say that with an Indian accent, and a bit of a head tilt and you've got the image of every Auntie, Uncle, Grandparent, and non-relative in my life.
The best and most persistent of the 'GetMarriedNow' cult is of course my mother, who has taken to surfing matrimonial sites like sikhmatrimonials.com, and shaadi.ca...I honestly think she has it ingrained in her mind that if I don't find that perfect Sikh boy within the next few months that I will end up an old woman with cats. Needless to say that will never happen - I don't like cats! And will someone, anyone please tell me why 26 is considered over the hill? From what I can tell, all my body parts are my own, I don't need meds to stay alive, and ok so I have a few grey hairs but those only came into existence about a year ago when the 'GetMarriedNow' cult got its charitable organization status.
ARGH!!! Ok so why the blog about my partial nightmare existence - simple no-one listens to me anyways so why not put my issue out there in the world for no-one to pay attention to. Mom if you're reading this, I know that by the time you get to this sentence, you'll have forgotten what the whole thamasha was all about, so I have nothing to worry about. 
