This is about a friend. And no, it’s not me. Seriously, this is really about a friend…
The dude has a major problem. The kind of problem some people wish they had, but also the kind that people who have experienced it before would rather they be notified a few years before they get embroiled in it.
The dude is in love.
Now the girl he has the hots for is… well, she’s pretty hot, indeed. If not for the fact that this dude is my friend, then darn it….
…but he is my friend, so get that thought out of your head, Sashi boy….
Now where was I?
Ah, yes. So the dude’s in love, right? And I hear you asking (or I’m hearing things), “Is she in love with him?”
The answer would be yes. I think.
The reason I cannot be certain is, well, both our protagonists here have yet to confess their feelings to each other. He, of course, has already let me know – in full, soppy, mushy, disgustingly Technicolor detail of the depth of his love, yada, yada yada…
She on the other hand keeps blushing whenever I mention his name.
Whether it is infatuation, or love, or some other sick ritual designed to make those of us single folk who are unfortunate enough to be in the same general vicinity of these people to puke in righteous anger – I don’t know.
But there’s something going on here, and it sure as hell ain’t platonic.
So what’s the problem? Where’s the beef? What’s stopping these two from getting together, signing the marriage registry and joining the efforts in increasing world population numbers?
One itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot problem.
He’s Indian. She’s Malay.
Well, hotshot, what do you do? WHAT DO YOU DO?
I’ve told him to convert. “Dude, convert je lah, love conquers all, bla, bla, bla..”
And he probably would too.. except that would almost certainly break his parents’ hearts, and not to mention alienate him from the rest of his (rather conservative) family.
Then there’s the other small, itsy-bitsy, teeny-weeny, yellow polka dot issue.
He is an atheist.
OK, at this point, some of you might be thinking, “Hey, sounds a bit like Sashi, innit??”
No. It doesn’t sound anything like me. I, for one, am an agnostic. Let’s get this straight, OK? I am not this dude.
Anyway, back to the dilemma. I presented him with some options:
- Fall out of love with her.
- Run away to another country where he won’t have to convert, and then get married.
- Stop moping around me (highly recommended)
What else, eh? Suggestions, anyone? Anyone?