When I finished my graduation, I even had to conspire against the meeting of my parents with any inquisitive neighbours. My God…these people always have plethora of case studies about delayed marriages sure enough to scare my parents. However, I still managed to waver their anxiety by explaining myself stating my own priorities in life. But that was not enough to hold them back. Their placidity was seriously perturbed when someone showed the statistical data of decreasing fecundity with increasing age. This time my effort to stop their obsession was in vain. The seriousness caught everybody. The first and foremost thing was to get ready with my horoscope and photograph. As for as the horoscope is concerned, my parents were relieved to discover that there are no ‘dhoshas‘ in it. Now comes the photograph….I chose one from our photo archive which I thought I was looking good. My mom ‘No…no….how can we show this photo…you look so ordinary in this..you ought to look like a queen..!’ (Oh God…is she really thinking that instant beauty will suddenly emerge out of my face to show up in marriage proposal..?). One fine morning ceremoniously I was taken to a photo studio. I never knew that the mere mention about wedding will bring fervor on everyone. Even the photographer when he came to know the purpose of photo, assumed an overdose professional touch. But his attempt to bring out a pleasing smile from my face is highly commendable. It doesn’t mean that I am keeping a face like orangutan, it is other way round because I have an unusual habit of getting tickled when someone asks me to pose. Finally the photograph is ready for distribution. Now it’s time for registration. My dad has hoisted me in almost all match making forums. After so much of fussing around I got to know that marriage is not a simple deal. It is as complex as our universe. After much scrutinizing and trying out various permutations and combinations my parents are going to show me a guy and by that time I may lose the charming feel of facing my life partner.
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Nuptial nonsense
When I finished my graduation, I even had to conspire against the meeting of my parents with any inquisitive neighbours. My God…these people always have plethora of case studies about delayed marriages sure enough to scare my parents. However, I still managed to waver their anxiety by explaining myself stating my own priorities in life. But that was not enough to hold them back. Their placidity was seriously perturbed when someone showed the statistical data of decreasing fecundity with increasing age. This time my effort to stop their obsession was in vain. The seriousness caught everybody. The first and foremost thing was to get ready with my horoscope and photograph. As for as the horoscope is concerned, my parents were relieved to discover that there are no ‘dhoshas‘ in it. Now comes the photograph….I chose one from our photo archive which I thought I was looking good. My mom ‘No…no….how can we show this photo…you look so ordinary in this..you ought to look like a queen..!’ (Oh God…is she really thinking that instant beauty will suddenly emerge out of my face to show up in marriage proposal..?). One fine morning ceremoniously I was taken to a photo studio. I never knew that the mere mention about wedding will bring fervor on everyone. Even the photographer when he came to know the purpose of photo, assumed an overdose professional touch. But his attempt to bring out a pleasing smile from my face is highly commendable. It doesn’t mean that I am keeping a face like orangutan, it is other way round because I have an unusual habit of getting tickled when someone asks me to pose. Finally the photograph is ready for distribution. Now it’s time for registration. My dad has hoisted me in almost all match making forums. After so much of fussing around I got to know that marriage is not a simple deal. It is as complex as our universe. After much scrutinizing and trying out various permutations and combinations my parents are going to show me a guy and by that time I may lose the charming feel of facing my life partner.
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It's interesting how this feeling is so universal. I remember hearing similar comments from my sister. I think we ought to punch these privy relatives on their faces. Only then will they understand. All the harassment faced apart, I think this is probably the worst thing about being a woman in India. And the point that we are subjected to such humiliation by one's own parents is the most disappointing thing of all. Nuptial nonsense, I agree.
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