Lazy Sunday afternoon. As a follow-up to feeling appropriately jealous of some peoples' junket on the Silk Road, Bill reads Trespassers on the Roof of the World while I am on a transatlantic three way call.
Anoop: Ofcourse Veena will give you a successful strategy for getting married. Veena, go on.
BM: No, trust me on this. The worst kind of people to ask for strategy are the ones who are successfully married
Me: Anoop, may I call your attention to the word "successfully"?
BM: Well, you have the most successful marriage I know. If I ever get married, what you have is what I would aspire to
Anoop: How ironic. But true, yes.
BM: I know. It is so ironic, isn't it?
So to which one should I take umbrage here? That I have become the definition of "uncool" by virtue of having a "successful" marriage? Or that two of my closest friends had such low expectations of my marriage? And by extension, of me in general?