unglad rags and obsessive cleaning disorder.... :P

Now that everything is finalized, tradition dictates that a lot of clothes must be bought. My parents, along with my uncle and aunt were here for the weekend.
I am not very particular about keeping things organized and my house does seem a bit dirty, maybe thats an illusion. Every time a lady comes to my house, she turns the house upside down and gets it 'cleaned', and claims that I keep my house in a very dirty state. At times, while cleaning , we do find a cockroach here and there, dead or alive. They too have a right to survival :) .
I understand their need to keep the house spic and span , so before their arrival, I cleaned the house ,the toilet and bathroom.
They came home and remarked that my house is better than the last time they visited. I was glad that they wouldn't start cleaning again. I went to get some provisions. When I came back, i saw all the doormats outside the house. I went in and saw the whole house being cleaned again. They some how managed to find more dirt and dust. (or perhaps they got it with them :P ).
After the cleaning session was over, we had one big bag of dirt and about a dozen dead cockroaches. I guess I'm not a good cleaner afterall.
But I must say, the house looked a lot cleaner after they cleaned the house and as per them it was 'livable' now.
They even got me to clean my bike.
The next item on the agenda was shopping for clothes. I am not fond of shopping. The last time I bought a shirt, the people who came along me had to wait for 2 hrs. I guess I'm very finicky about the color, texture and material. 
But what has to be done has to be done. I asked them to buy the shirt and pant for me using the size, but they wouldn't listen. I had go along with them.
We went to a store about 3 km away first. I looked at what they had to offer. I saw a thread coming out from here and there on one of the items, so i rejected it.
Then I didn't like the color of some of them, some were too translucent.
So after about 1 hr , I got what i wanted. My father too got bored. He started tinkering around with his phone. I  wasn't very sure, but I was getting bored and I decided to get what i had in my hand.
I was happy that now we could go home. But then they told me another pair is required. So we went to another store. This time I had select a shirt and a pant. I was thoroughly bored,  I saw a shirt that I somewhat liked and decided to get it.  Then came selecting the pant. I was asked to get some material and get it stitched. I went to the counter and one after another, he kept pulling out material from the shelf. This has a good fall, this color is good, the texture is good and so on and so forth. My father suggested a material and I immediately said yes. It saved me the trouble of selecting the material.
Now we could go back and do something more interesting. But alas, i was wrong again, it seemed that the tailor was on his way. He would be there in around 10 minutes.I kept pacing up and down, while my parents, uncle and aunt were having a chat with the owner. After half an hour he showed up. He asked me to try on a ready made pant, then again an option of pleats or no pleats. So i had to try on two pants. Why the hell do i need a tailor if he is going to copy a ready made pant. I almost reached critical mass. I would blow up anytime. I somehow calmed myself (or perhaps it was the AC duct above my head). He took some measurements and I answered his questions.
We left at 3Pm and came back at 730 PM.
I am glad that somehow my parents, uncle and aunt put up with me.

Match Maker Match Maker Find me a Match...

A song from the movie 'Fiddler on the roof'. As it happened , I went and met my match.
I'll leave the details of how I got to know my match, but I'll describe the event that unfolded after that. Our parents decided that we should meet. I agreed.
There were two meetings, one in her house and one in mine.
So here goes....
My father, mother, mama and me took a cab from our house to their house which was about 6km away. On the way we stopped to buy fruits, flowers and sweets. We kept our appointed time and reached at sharp 4PM. I was nervous when i got off the cab and made sure, i was behind my parents all the time. Her parents greeted us warmly and I was still a bit nervous. We came to the door step, and uncle asked us to go in with our shoes, I took a step inside and then turned around to see that my dad and mama taking of their shoes. I turned around and removed my shoes too. When i went in , we were asked to sit. I saw her sitting next to her mother, grandmother and aunt. I began to fell nervous all over again. I tried looking at her, but at the same time, I tried not looking her into the eye. I kept looking up and down, left and right. In the end, her father suggested that we speak in private. That was a huge relief. But i still asked her a question or two whist there.
We then went upstairs and had a chat. I was no longer nervous, we kept talking while aunty gave us delicious snacks. I asked her a lot of questions and she replied to all of them and vice versa. I didn't notice the time, and I got a message. I didn't bother checking, and we went on and on. Suddenly I got a missed call. It was from my dad. I then checked the message, which was sent half and hour ago, ' Come when you are done'. Well, it seems that we were talking for more than an hour and people downstairs ran out of topics. So we came down and I bade goodbye.
I had made up my mind....
The next day, I got a call, and she wanted to meet me regarding some clarifications. So we met in Coffee Day. If she could work?...I was okay with that. And then came the bouncer, She insisted that Tamil would be spoken at Home. I said Okay. ('You can speak in Tamil and I can reply in English' :P ). But in a way I was glad, I always wanted to learn my mother tongue. After a while she was looking out the door onto the main road, and I did the same. We spoke  a little in between gazing out at the main road. Perhaps we were out of topics.
It was late in the evening when I got to know that it was 'yes' from her too. So as per protocol, they needed to visit us at our place. I wasn't there, I missed the fun. My aunts from my father's side were there and one of them asked her to sing. I heard she sang well, my mother was all praises, and asked her to continue practicing.
Then they had the ceremony of exchanging plates and I am sure the plates were carrying something.
After all this was over, I got a call from my mami congratulating me,  and she filled me in with the details about the dates etc.
I don't know about her, but it was a nice experience for me.