‘If your husband or his family are pure vegetarians, will you give up non-veg for them?’, he asked.
We were walking on the ring road at night, just the four of us. Talking about anything and everything. Me, Panda, Doll and GG. (Yes these are real people and not figments of my imagination. I’m gonna call them by their nicknames.)
Now Panda is a foodie who loves Hulk and looks like Po from Kung fu Panda. (I know you’re reading this. You’re welcome) He also likes to profile people and read my blog posts and analyze my thought process. Doll is a fair girly girl who is passionate about food, music, puzzles, movies; basically everything. GG is a new addition to our group. He’s the funny guy, who can mimic people perfectly. Of course sometimes he can get really annoying. Like when he asked this question.
If GG had his way, the entire world would be vegetarian, or at least his friends. Unfortunately he has friends like me and Panda, who love chicken way too much. Anyways, GG asked me whether I would turn vegetarian if my husband or in-laws disapproved. He was met with an awkward silence, as I tried to find a way to explain my convictions to him.
But Doll did it for me. “She doesn’t wanna get married” she said abruptly. Maybe the silence had disturbed her.
“What?!” GG exclaimed. “Are you one of those lesbians?!” he whispered dramatically.
I looked away, resisting the urge to retort back. Panda smirked and Doll, who never holds back, burst into laughter.
“She doesn’t wanna get married.” Doll repeated. “She wants to be in a live-in relationship. And she wants to adopt.”
“Wow! Where do you get such amazing thoughts from?” GG asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
“It’s alright, calm down” I said, patting his arm soothingly.
Panda changed the topic, and within a minute GG was back to his usual self; childish and hilarious.
As the others walked on ahead, amidst Doll’s peals of laughter, I couldn’t help being amused by GG’s reaction. He so perfectly represented the Indian crowd. So easily scandalized, wired against change, yet so innocent and forgetful. There was something childlike about him, a quality I had also seen in my parents; a strong conviction in themselves and their beliefs. And the ability to see the world in black and white. Something I don’t have.
I am, after all, an old soul.