Huh so much for the hoopla hoop of the ritual of marriage.... i could most likely relate myself to Kareena as Geet in Jab we met...as bubbly as her and maybe even more full of life...and yes "mujhe bhi bachpan se hi(more like ever since 18yrs of age) shaadi karney ka bada hi shauk tha!!!
Well little did I know that the entire ordeal of finding the right match..in my Rajputi birdadari would turn my shauk into a rude shock!!!
As I graduated from college and started my life as a lawyer...my parents seriously began hunting for a guy as my soul mate....it was all fun and frolic...looking at silly looking men who would pose with their tummies in and chests out in their 'perfect' matrimonial pics as per them....
I always thought of marriage (and a wee bit still do) as as reason to celebrate...a ceremony with festivities galore with the bride being the most sought after...the prettiest looking thing and the centre of attraction...the gifts..the song and dance...it all enthralled me to no extent...
Just like most other girls of my age..when i was young, i believed myself to be living in a make believe world where I was the fairy princess and everything would happen just the way I wanted it to.... As I grew...many a times my illusionary world was pierced howsoever slightly by harsh reality but the dream of my own wedding being hitch free, stayed intact...
I was never the rebellious kinds...not only because I respect my parents to such an extent that the thought of rebelling kinda scares me....but also because I never fell in love with someone to such an extent so as to think of spending my whole life with him...Love has to adjust itself into the practicalities of life...and when it demands things that don't suit my convenience...i show it the way out!!!
But then came the turning point where I was to meet a person in flesh and blood...to tell you the truth...i hated the fact that he was from a certain part of the country which is renowned for its unruly behaviour, lack of manners and absolute hooliganism..i hated the fact that he was much older than i...i even hated the way he looked...but i gave in to my parents suggestions for the reasons mentioned above... frankly speaking...if this fellow wasn't a candidate as a prospective groom for me and had i seen him in a mall or somewhere...i wouldn't have even noticed him...let alone casting a second glance...
Not that I am Cleopatra myself...but looks are nevertheless important for me...though in the long run its only the nature that lasts....still in the battle of the mind and the heart...the consensus drawn is that looks can be compromised over nature ....but only to a certain extent...i can't possibly marry shrek!!!
I had met him online on the insistence of my parents and had kinda tried to analyze him and found him just about average... and then i don't really know what happened but the next day i hear that things are being called off...as he wasn't too keen on continuing the talks...
Flabbergasted would also be an understatement...what i felt that very instant was a rush of devios feelings....nothing short of murdering and cutting him into a million pieces and feeding him to the dogs....for no other reason but for the fact that how could he (the ugly duckling) say no to ME!!! of all the people in the world...i guess that's what happen when they say 'pride goes before a fall' well that's when my hurt ego bled for days together...i would be quiet and depressed for i failed to understand as to what had gone wrong...
Not being the kinds to take injustice lying down...i wrote back to him...as i wanted an explanation for this erratic behaviour...i had half a mind of giving him an earful but being extra careful (i didn't want to leave any written proof of my actions with him) i chose to give him my cell number..which is something i don't give to guys that easily...no matter how well i may know them...its just my style of being pricey!!!!
But then my family was also simultaneously trying to coax him into meeting us once in person and clear all doubts before taking the final step..and to which he agreed...i buried all the hatchets and tried to forgive him for his misdoings in the past and assented to meet him...little did i know what was in store for me....
The big day came...i had spoken to those who have been through this ordeal before...as to how do you know that ' he is the one' and i was told that i would feel it myself...unfortunately the first thing that came to my mind when i saw him was eeeu...though he doesn't all that bad in person...he is way below my expectations...and then we got talking, with every sentence exchanged i understood how different he was from me...he had no sense of humor... he was so sombre with his approach towards life while i wore extra large rose colored glasses to see the world....
Our choice of movies...our habits and almost everything we spoke of in the 60 minutes of conversation(with me doing most of the talking) I realised how much we were meant to not be together... and my now i had started talking to him as if he were someone known and not someone who i was to portray my best before...it didn't seem worth it!!!!
When we returned home...everyone asked me how it went...i said that on a scale of 1 to 10 i would give it a possibility of '7' for things to work out...I mean that's what i thought.. he would want to marry me and I would have to say no....
But the very next day I learnt that the guy who was 30 years of age gave a lame excuse that he wasn't ready to get married...well at once i was shocked for i had never faced rejection before and it came as a revelation of facts 'in my face'..everyone was quiet in the family and i was being consoled by being told reasons why it was good that i didn't marry him...
Slowly and gradually i started feeling glad that i escaped getting married to the guy who i didn't in the least bit click with...i mean who in this world can live without a sense of humor!!! d-uh!!
And now i learn that the guy is engaged...to someone i know through my friend circle...he doesn't know that i know of his engagement...i don't think he even cares...i have half a mind to go to his marriage and give him a shock of his life by confronting him and his true 'louve' as to how he had no courage to tell me the truth...while i was willing to face it all along....but then i guess he is not worth the effort...actually no one is...apart from your own self....
So this chapter has closed here..with its own ups and downs...i am not ready to take another emotional setback in the next 6 months..i hope i don't have to subject myself to another such interview...as one of the qualifying stages of the examination called the Arrange Marriage...but then life is unpredictable..and god plays his cards as and when he feels like and lands you in a quirky situation when you are least bit expecting it and completely unprepared..but then that's the beauty of life....expecting the unexpected!!!!
Well little did I know that the entire ordeal of finding the right match..in my Rajputi birdadari would turn my shauk into a rude shock!!!
As I graduated from college and started my life as a lawyer...my parents seriously began hunting for a guy as my soul mate....it was all fun and frolic...looking at silly looking men who would pose with their tummies in and chests out in their 'perfect' matrimonial pics as per them....
I always thought of marriage (and a wee bit still do) as as reason to celebrate...a ceremony with festivities galore with the bride being the most sought after...the prettiest looking thing and the centre of attraction...the gifts..the song and dance...it all enthralled me to no extent...
Just like most other girls of my age..when i was young, i believed myself to be living in a make believe world where I was the fairy princess and everything would happen just the way I wanted it to.... As I grew...many a times my illusionary world was pierced howsoever slightly by harsh reality but the dream of my own wedding being hitch free, stayed intact...
I was never the rebellious kinds...not only because I respect my parents to such an extent that the thought of rebelling kinda scares me....but also because I never fell in love with someone to such an extent so as to think of spending my whole life with him...Love has to adjust itself into the practicalities of life...and when it demands things that don't suit my convenience...i show it the way out!!!
But then came the turning point where I was to meet a person in flesh and blood...to tell you the truth...i hated the fact that he was from a certain part of the country which is renowned for its unruly behaviour, lack of manners and absolute hooliganism..i hated the fact that he was much older than i...i even hated the way he looked...but i gave in to my parents suggestions for the reasons mentioned above... frankly speaking...if this fellow wasn't a candidate as a prospective groom for me and had i seen him in a mall or somewhere...i wouldn't have even noticed him...let alone casting a second glance...
Not that I am Cleopatra myself...but looks are nevertheless important for me...though in the long run its only the nature that lasts....still in the battle of the mind and the heart...the consensus drawn is that looks can be compromised over nature ....but only to a certain extent...i can't possibly marry shrek!!!
I had met him online on the insistence of my parents and had kinda tried to analyze him and found him just about average... and then i don't really know what happened but the next day i hear that things are being called off...as he wasn't too keen on continuing the talks...
Flabbergasted would also be an understatement...what i felt that very instant was a rush of devios feelings....nothing short of murdering and cutting him into a million pieces and feeding him to the dogs....for no other reason but for the fact that how could he (the ugly duckling) say no to ME!!! of all the people in the world...i guess that's what happen when they say 'pride goes before a fall' well that's when my hurt ego bled for days together...i would be quiet and depressed for i failed to understand as to what had gone wrong...
Not being the kinds to take injustice lying down...i wrote back to him...as i wanted an explanation for this erratic behaviour...i had half a mind of giving him an earful but being extra careful (i didn't want to leave any written proof of my actions with him) i chose to give him my cell number..which is something i don't give to guys that easily...no matter how well i may know them...its just my style of being pricey!!!!
But then my family was also simultaneously trying to coax him into meeting us once in person and clear all doubts before taking the final step..and to which he agreed...i buried all the hatchets and tried to forgive him for his misdoings in the past and assented to meet him...little did i know what was in store for me....
The big day came...i had spoken to those who have been through this ordeal before...as to how do you know that ' he is the one' and i was told that i would feel it myself...unfortunately the first thing that came to my mind when i saw him was eeeu...though he doesn't all that bad in person...he is way below my expectations...and then we got talking, with every sentence exchanged i understood how different he was from me...he had no sense of humor... he was so sombre with his approach towards life while i wore extra large rose colored glasses to see the world....
Our choice of movies...our habits and almost everything we spoke of in the 60 minutes of conversation(with me doing most of the talking) I realised how much we were meant to not be together... and my now i had started talking to him as if he were someone known and not someone who i was to portray my best before...it didn't seem worth it!!!!
When we returned home...everyone asked me how it went...i said that on a scale of 1 to 10 i would give it a possibility of '7' for things to work out...I mean that's what i thought.. he would want to marry me and I would have to say no....
But the very next day I learnt that the guy who was 30 years of age gave a lame excuse that he wasn't ready to get married...well at once i was shocked for i had never faced rejection before and it came as a revelation of facts 'in my face'..everyone was quiet in the family and i was being consoled by being told reasons why it was good that i didn't marry him...
Slowly and gradually i started feeling glad that i escaped getting married to the guy who i didn't in the least bit click with...i mean who in this world can live without a sense of humor!!! d-uh!!
And now i learn that the guy is engaged...to someone i know through my friend circle...he doesn't know that i know of his engagement...i don't think he even cares...i have half a mind to go to his marriage and give him a shock of his life by confronting him and his true 'louve' as to how he had no courage to tell me the truth...while i was willing to face it all along....but then i guess he is not worth the effort...actually no one is...apart from your own self....
So this chapter has closed here..with its own ups and downs...i am not ready to take another emotional setback in the next 6 months..i hope i don't have to subject myself to another such interview...as one of the qualifying stages of the examination called the Arrange Marriage...but then life is unpredictable..and god plays his cards as and when he feels like and lands you in a quirky situation when you are least bit expecting it and completely unprepared..but then that's the beauty of life....expecting the unexpected!!!!
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