Every worried mother's delight!

My friend Chucki-the chukker would cave under pressure some day. His slightly drooping shoulders already weigh heavy. Every time he hears about another single television journalist, his heart is heavier by a few kilograms. And when that single television journalist hits her late 20s or more, Chucki-the chuckker knows that there is something wrong –either with this world or just the profession. So, when he is not planning a rugby game, or brooding over jobs, or drinking tea or even fixing his own dates, Chucki-the chuckker is wondering why so many female journalists are single. Chucki-the chuckler is every worried mother’s delight . Maybe he and Mum-the mother could set up a fact finding committee. Or hire detectives. Conduct an online survey. Or even a sms poll.
With so much of pressure, my friend has now moved places- to bigger, loner cities. Now, you might just spot him in a store buying deep blue shirts or even catching his own glimpse in flashy windowpanes. Also, if you get a call from someone trying hard to sound hoarse and pretending to be a “ shaadi.com” agent, you know it’s my friend calling. Anytime, you see a worried man, trying to fix up matches for single journalists, that good soul is again my friend. I just hope bigger cities lessen his burden. He has been advised to take up jazz classes, play polo, go salsa dancing or simply take his mind off the trends of journalistic lives….for these lives are best left unravelled.