Every time the phone shows 'Dad Calling', it is not just the daily status call, it is more than that and in fact life taking now a days.
In line with all my expectations it is the same story again. The dialogues (rather monologues) are same, the discussions repeats, the rebel is expected, all this because the topic is the same, its 'Marriage'.
I am given a list of profiles to peep through and choose if I am able to find my true Love (from the available options).(pun intended)
The call disconnects with a genuine warning that they'll call me back soon to check if I am still alive after this self-professed suicide.
It all started when one fine day, I was told about registration on a matrimonial site, which is known to search suitable matches for all the desperate grooms and their families hunting (literal terms) for a normal girl (for their incarnated son)who necessarily maps to:
being beautiful beyond expectation, presentable beyond exception, homely beyond requirement, educated beyond degrees, caring beyond limits, respectful beyond stature and a wealthy linage as well. Anything that adds to the list after these would be cherished.
Gazing through the profiles on laptop, fingers ticking the forward arrow with no expectation, eyes least interested, mind full of thousand unanswered questions to ponder apart from this, every profile has the same question 'Why him?'.
I did find some of them funny but nothing convincing, all this while I felt saying 'Kill me Please !'.
Parents are right in their own perspective, but I want some more time to be given to my aspirations.
Marriage is necessary but is the person not important? There is no more lovely, friendly, and charming relationship, communion, or company than a good marriage.
I don't need somebody to complete me, rather I want him to share my completeness.
Parents rebuke us to speak to 'Strangers' but they force you for an 'Arranged marriage'.
If I bluntly disagree I may be hurting their nested faith in me, I am doing wrong to them, but if I blindly agree it would be compromising with the biggest and the most important decision in my life.
Despite the entire storm of thoughts is making a swirl in my brain the question still remains, it is too late for me to be single or too early to get married ?
Just when I was in the middle of this entire mental chaos, phone rings and the screen shows 'Dad
In line with all my expectations it is the same story again. The dialogues (rather monologues) are same, the discussions repeats, the rebel is expected, all this because the topic is the same, its 'Marriage'.
I am given a list of profiles to peep through and choose if I am able to find my true Love (from the available options).(pun intended)
The call disconnects with a genuine warning that they'll call me back soon to check if I am still alive after this self-professed suicide.
It all started when one fine day, I was told about registration on a matrimonial site, which is known to search suitable matches for all the desperate grooms and their families hunting (literal terms) for a normal girl (for their incarnated son)who necessarily maps to:
being beautiful beyond expectation, presentable beyond exception, homely beyond requirement, educated beyond degrees, caring beyond limits, respectful beyond stature and a wealthy linage as well. Anything that adds to the list after these would be cherished.
I did find some of them funny but nothing convincing, all this while I felt saying 'Kill me Please !'.
Parents are right in their own perspective, but I want some more time to be given to my aspirations.
Marriage is necessary but is the person not important? There is no more lovely, friendly, and charming relationship, communion, or company than a good marriage.
I don't need somebody to complete me, rather I want him to share my completeness.
Parents rebuke us to speak to 'Strangers' but they force you for an 'Arranged marriage'.
If I bluntly disagree I may be hurting their nested faith in me, I am doing wrong to them, but if I blindly agree it would be compromising with the biggest and the most important decision in my life.
Just when I was in the middle of this entire mental chaos, phone rings and the screen shows 'Dad
Calling'.
