Sunday, June 9, 2013

Matrimonial Tamasha - the quest, tryst and conquest.

This is a story of the 'quintessential' Indian woman who 'unfortunately' is as ordinary as any other; mediocre in every sense, if that word is understood in its 'inoffensive' objective meaning. Then  what is  worth wasting the increasing dump-yard of cyberspace with this indifferent occurrence. Well then, the author wishes to highlight  the common yet unique ailment that is endured by this community. The ailment follows a universally accepted pattern, it is usually an inflicted one during adolescence and an infested one in the later years. Unique because, mediocrity not withstanding, this 'bharatiya naari' prototype ailment comes with certain embedded features - almost always she is expected to be 'sundar, sushil and sarva gunn sampanna', meaning she 'has' to be beautiful, well mannered and very talented. Most middle class Indian women suffer from this 'bride since birth' syndrome, where as she grows up gradually she has to sit through sermons, discourses and  examples about being a good wife, an obedient daughter in law, a doting mother and a responsible mother in law to some,  then unknown and  unidentified individuals.

In most cases, the idea of marriage changes from the 'forbidden fruit' to the 'desired delicacy'. Aah! Yes! Marriage is an essential and unanimously accepted ingredient for the 'girl - woman's' metamorphosis from girly to being all lady like. I call her a girl-woman because  she too, at times, is unaware about when it would be her turn.  Of course, the metamorphosis and the  marriage infection need her participation - willing or unwilling, and yes, necessarily confirming to the 'prototype'. But then hey! what happens when she does not and is unapologetic about it. Does she stand a chance too? Can she flout the norms and yet fit in!

This is the story of one such spunky woman and her self devised skewed approach of 'finding' love on a matrimonial portal, that too on her own terms. 

1 comment:

  1. OMG!!! Why did you choose a Sunday for this? I was in the perfect lazeee mode, reclined on my rocking chair (heehee) and reading Ghalib and now you are making all the guys/males/to-be-vars to hide their tails and runnnnn!
    I am sure this is going to be phunnnnn!