23 May 2006

A Cowboy's Sweetheart

Three days from now, I'll be sitting at home, eating mom-made food and being pampered like mad. And I can't wait, but at the same time, I dread all the questions I know I will invariably be asked and which I inevitably will have to answer.

'What have you done to your hair?'
'How long do you think you can live like this?'
'When are you going to get married?'
'Don't you think it's high time you start thinking of settling down, get married, have kids..?'
'When are you going to get married?'
'So, found anyone you want to marry yet?'
'So, found anyone who wants to marry you yet?'
'When are you going to get married?'
'Don't you even miss us at all?'
'When are you going to get married?'
'Do you realise your biological clock's ticking?'
'When are you going to get married?'

And oh, did I mention 'When are you going to get married?' ? ***GROAN***

But since I have already premeditated a lot on that, I know exactly what I'm going to tell everyone - 'It's not my fault we don't have cowboys in India!'
It's not that I don't want to get married at all, it's just that the man I have in mind has just been too elusive.

Remember the Marlboro guy? Yeah, him. Well, that's who I want to marry.
I grew up in a house filled with country music. Both my parents have always been ardent country-music lovers, my dad especially more so. Our house was always filled with the music and voices of Willie Nelson, Don Williams, Kenny Rogers, Alabama, Waylon Jennings, Merle Haggard, Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris, Crystal Gayle - you name them, we had them all. And I grew up with country in my blood.

And while all the other girls my age dreamed of Cinderella's and Snow White's blue-eyed blonde princes, I dreamed of my own version of Jesse James, a man smelling of leather and cowhide and tobacco, with a few days growth of stubble on his face, walking with a swagger and his spurs jingling as he climbs onto his horse. At night, we'll sit together near a campfire as he strums on his guitar and sings me old country songs, and we'll sleep out in the open under the stars like the way Dan Seals sings about in 'God must be a cowboy', and we'll both live wild and free and happy. And later, when we get older and our kids have grown up, we'll sit out on the porch as the sun goes down, two old, grey-haired, satisfied cowfolks - reading cowboy poetry to each other. My man won't smell of expensive colognes but of the country - like a real cowboy, I'd think whenever I'd watch my dad splash on his Old Spice aftershave.
But then I grew up. And I found out, much to my chagrin, that we don't have cowboys in India! Not in Mizoram, not in the south nor the north, not anywhere at all! My friends used to tease me about my cowboy-obsession, telling me to go to 'Thenzawl'- a small village in Mizoram where people rear 'Sakawr te chi' - a kind of pony - the closest thing to horses we have out there.
Anyway, what I'm getting at here is that I am still foolishly waiting for the cowboy of my little girl dreams. I know it's not gonna start raining cowboys anytime soon, but then, one can always hope. And the thing with feathers still perches very firmly in my soul. So till then, I'll keep my fingers crossed that my cowboy comes find me one day and while I wait, I'll just continue to dream...

...and smile to myself everytime I hear The Prairie Ramblers singing 'I want to be a cowboy's sweetheart' on my iTunes radio.


13 comments:

virgochhas said...

Oh thank God am not the only one who the family is eager to sell of... i HATE those question "don't u think ur old enuff to...?"..."where was dat guy?...dat religiuos guy..?" (*phew*) ..."y'know derz jobs in Mizoram too"..."u pierced ur NOSE..!!!...???"...oh... dey will go on and on and on... one reason why i hate going home for vacations....

hey lady, keep on dreamin' for ur Marlboro Man... anything can happen...

Sundancer said...

'Religious' - I remember this one time I was kind of seeing this guy who'd come to my house right after church - Bible in hand and necktie neatly in place. People started hearing wedding bells, they wanted me to marry him so much. LOL!

MockingBird said...

Cowboys, Marlboro Man, country songs… The only cowboy movie I can remember is The Good, The Bad and The Ugly LOL!

I’ve been seeing a lot of glitter and glam on this blog lately. Seems like someone’s bitten by the glitterbug :p Aren’t those darn graphics a little too irresistible?

Sundancer said...

I knoww..I'm overdoing it, just can't help myself. I've already removed several, I hope I won't go add any now..

No Hidden Depths said...

Some pictures from Mizoram would be appreciated, if that's where you're going...
Enjoy your hol's... :o)

Sundancer said...

Oh there's going to be LOADS of that!
I'm a lil' worried about the extremely slow dial-up internet connection we have back home though..

illusionaire said...

Hahaha enjoy the dial-up darling!!! Till now, I can hear the sickening sound of dial-up modem sound everytime we used to connect to the net and it makes me really wanna puke.

Speaking of Marlboro man and the wild wild west, even I used to look up at them cowboys and wanna be just like them, until "Brokeback Mountain" hit the screen, and now, being a cowboy is the last thing on my mind.

Sundancer said...

Bring on a thousand Brokeback mountains, nothing's going to shake me. MY love is True! :-))

Anonymous said...

Believe it or not (Not Ripley's :))
You are likely to get married to a person so opposite to your dream "Cowboy" :)
Dissapointed??

Imagine marrying a "Non-cowboy"..
You could spend a summer vacation in Venice
Winters in Suisse...
Drive to Champagne...
Walk the city of Rome..
Spend an entire day in Louvre...
Stay at a Ice Hotel in Finland...
just Laze around in Florence...
spend a day riding cycle in Brugge..
.... And on and on...


Imagine marrying a "cowboy"
Winters with Cows...
summer with cows..
spring with cows..
autumn with cows..
morning with cows..
daytime with cows...
... Ha Ha ha


Disclaimer: Not to be taken seriously

Sundancer said...
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Sundancer said...

I am "likely to get married to a person so opposite to my dream cowboy" huh? I'm likely to marry anyone at this stage..
hmm..am I disappointed?? Considering the alternatives given..not really! :-)
But I don't see why I won't be able to do all those with a cowboy..

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