Being a bachelor/spinster is a damn huge challenge.
My colleague from Pakistan ZI is gleefully single. Yesterday, he was surrounded by six of us, all “happily married” but “unhappily wedded” to responsibilities.
“ZI, why don’t you get married?” we chorused.
“Not that subject please,” he tried to run off. “Let me enjoy freedom for some more time.”
“You are skirting the issue.”
“What issue? You mean kids?’ he asked as if innocent.
“Any major plans tonight?”
“I will eat, freak out, watch a movie and crash late at night.”
We turned green with envy. “My wife told me to bring sugar from supermarket,” moaned one. “My wife talks non-stop on phone. The bill and my BP shoot up together,” grumbled another. “If I do not reach home early and cook, my husband will bash me up today,” muttered a senior female colleague.
“Stop grumbling and leave me alone. I am happily in pursuit of the right mate,” yelled ZI.
“But promise you will join our club of married people soon.”
“Don’t spoil my mood.”
“That’s the idea, buddy,” I told him. “When we are harassed by our Mrs, How can we let you Miss your share?”