Recently I saw an advertisement in a newspaper about the upcoming sale in a jewellery store. I asked my dad to check out the advertisement, you know in case he wanted to make some jewellery for me, he could do that in cheaper rates. I was actually fooling around but my dad took the advice rather seriously. He declared that he has gone bankrupt after the marriage of my siblings and has nothing left for me. He then said that I should find a suitable guy myself and he’ll only come to the wedding to bless me.
OKAY, my dad said this. I mean MY DAD!!!!
To find a guy myself- matlab a love marriage!!!
I pinched myself just to make sure that it wasn’t a dream.
It wasn’t. He said that for real.
I asked him again, ” Are you serious?”
And he said, “Yes.”
Just when I was busy imagining my till-that-moment-almost-impossible wedding, my dad said, ” But…
(Here comes the BUT in between)
– He must be a Brahmin.
– Just not a Brahmin, but a Kumauni Brahmin. Brahmins from other regions are not allowed.
– He must not be from our Gotra.
– Our horoscopes must match and for that,
-He must be a manglik.
Lo, Ho gayi meri shadi!!!
Matlab what am I supposed to do? If ever i find a guy, am I supposed to give him an application form, listing the eligibility criteria for falling in love with me? I’ve heard about family planning, Now am I supposed to do love planning? And can love be planned? Isn’t it supposed to be a coincidence, a mutual acceptance of one’s assets and faults?
Does the matching of caste,color,creed,class or planets guarantee a successful marriage? I don’t think so. I am not a pro in the subjects as crucial as marriage but i do know that love, understanding, and mutual respect are essential for any relationship to succeed. Unfortunately many Indian parents fail to match these aspects.
I am myself in a relationship with a guy from another caste. We are too young to think about marriage but we do hope to spend our lives together if our relationship succeeds. But for that to happen I’ll have to make a choice and by far I am not strong enough to choose him. And I don’t know if I’ll ever have the strength to do that.
All my close friends were in relationship with guys who either belonged to different castes, region,religions or same gotra, blame it on our education, our so called modern beliefs, the freedom we got or whatever. But eventually they all gave up, some tried, some remained mum. Almost no one among us, decided to fight for love. Is it because our love wasn’t strong enough or are we all a bunch of cowards?
Would you sacrifice your love for your family?
What would you do if you’ve to make a choice?
[ While trying to write a funny post I ended up getting all serious about it. Why can’t I Laugh over Love? To compensate for that, I am adding the following pictures ]