...and Chintan gets rejected

Summers had always been fun for me. Though it’s quite hot and people sweat a lot, stink like pigs, but I really enjoy the summers in India. Along with the sweet songs of the cuckoo, it brings along sweet mangoes. Summers in India also ensure holidays, of at least a month, in schools and colleges. This was so true when I was in school. But as people say, as you grow, your sources of happiness change too. Same happened to me.

The last summer I encountered, I really loved it. Along with the things mentioned earlier that still interest me much, what I loved is, many around me getting married. So the last summer was a complete wedding season. Life would never have been so colorful for me, if it was not for these weddings. Weddings in India are given the utmost importance and are the biggest celebration that any individual can come across in a single lifetime. People who know about it will agree that earlier it was quite simple when parents used to select a suitable girl for their son or a rich groom for their daughters and those two souls would marry and become one and remain so throughout their lives. But with changing times, this ritual has changed. Now the boys and girls are in the so called 21st century and when asked to marry, they always ask for the best they can get, leading to increase in the pains of their already hapless parents. As everyone wants something different and someone special, someone unique, few even end up marrying jokers.

I really appreciate people who opt for love marriages. Some fall in love and some dive into it. They at least find the person to spend life with who is equally idiotic as them. At least they spare their folks & relatives from this mess. And all those who will go the other way, have already set their standards, and are constantly endeavoring for the same. No matter what, they cannot compromise for what they ask from life.

Talking of this, a female friend of mine has made up her mind to settle down in life (these are the kind words they use to pronounce that they soon want to get married and mentally disturb the guy) and her parents are all set to find her a life partner. She too is no less when things come to her expectations about a boy she wants to marry (and settle down in life). She is a girl who looks good, beautiful actually, and the type one would really like to see or love to be seen with. But like every coin that has two sides, she too has some flaws and that makes her human.

Just like every other girl we meet, she thinks that she is the best and she deserves the same. So she just came up with a small list of things she wants in her life partner. To start with, the boy should be a US or UK resident whose family home is in Mumbai. It’s not that she is crazy about staying in US or UK. But she thinks that way her family will have a chance to visit (her and the tourist sites) abroad at lesser expenses. The family home at mumbai confirms that some day if the tide of bad luck hits her beloved husband, she’ll fly down to India, only to live in Mumbai and not some, god knows what and where, village. She can be closer to her own family and can visit them at her ease and liking. She herself being an engineer doesn’t want the boy to be an Engineer or a Chartered Accountant, because her “Grand Mother” says, that all these professionals are boring and they lack the spark to enjoy the Life. So she wants some businessman or an architect to settle down with. Her granny may be right, but I really appreciate the “experience” she might have had with these professionals.

She wants her to-be-husband to be fair and presentable, not for the reason that she is all crazy about fair guys or that she is a racist, but for two small and simple reasons, one being she wants to have fair looking kids and other (and the most important), she does not want to spoil her wedding album by marrying some ugly looking idiot.

She also wants the guy to be rich, own (at least) a pent house and a BIG car, so that she can roam around freely within the house, and when out, she does not have to bear the pains of people pushing each other in trains and buses to which she was habituated since childhood. She says it’s just that she wants to change her habits, so why not this. True she is, all bad habits should be changed after all and charity begins at home, so why not have a better and bigger home to begin the charity.

Along with all these, she foremost needs a boy who is understanding – the one who can bear all her tantrums she throws, caring – who pampers her with all the stupidity in the world and will call her most idiotic names ever devised on planet earth, loving – will say ‘I Love You’ whenever un-necessary, humorous – she really hunts for a joker to entertain her, but at the same time she wants someone serious and responsible enough - to take blame of all the fights they had and accept that he is the real pain in the * * *.

When her parents were just about to loose hope of her getting married, she had an offer from a boy (ChintanKumar) who was almost there and our to-be-bride had just started liking him. That’s when her family (suddenly) discovered that he had a younger sister, and our princess did not want any sister-in-law, as she was not in a mood to quarrel over little things with her, about the normal stuff that Indian sister-in-laws fight over. She says being in one such family may bring in family politics which she will not be able to handle.

I really doubt if she’ll get all the features in a single guy but I hope that she gets all that she wants, if not for her, for her dad (poor soul), who’ll have to bear her till she gets married. So till the time we (finally) find a Mr. Right for her, she can keep rejecting guys and make them think how much more stupid they need to be, to impress a girl like her.

For now, Chintan gets rejected.