Yet another stub made its unceremonious exit from his fingers. Crushing it beneath his foot, he let out a curse. And then sighed.
It had been a hard time. The work as usual had been demanding, and his Project Leader had chosen this particular time to remind him that he was due for his appraisal in a month or so, and his chances would not take too much of a beating if he could put in a bit extra. Could someone just go and tell him that his day too had 24 hours only!!
And at home the situation was graduating to a state of emergency. His mother had fixed her mind- she had to get him married before Diwali this year. Diwali, for God's sake!! He was just not ready. And on top of that, there was that little thing about telling her. That he was in love with a girl and wanted to give time to their relationship, before he could commit.
And that brought him to the biggest issue of them all- her. He tried to make some sense. Out of thoughts going round like particles of dust scattered in a beam of light. Being a technical guy, he decided to take a rational approach.
He loved her. Correct.
She loved her. Correct.
He wanted to do his PG before marriage. Correct.
She did not have too much of a problem with that. Again correct.
But now came the tricky part.
Her parents wanted her married ASAP. Correct.
She could stall for time. Umm... not likely.
His parents would agree to him marrying a girl from a different religion. NO WAY!!!
Why did they have to deal in inequations with functions of probability? And before his eyes suddenly loomed a picture of his +2 mathematics teacher. He of the one eye. An answer sheet indicating a score of 3.125 out of 20 when these topics were a part of the syllabus. And he shuddered. But procrastinating will not serve any purpose. He might as well get over with it...
Anyways he had to take a decision. Now. Time was of essence.
Damn!! It was a tough decision, but it had to be a can of beer and Dhoni's Super Kings...