I am a girl in her mid-twenties, Indian (with all due sanskars) and an only child to a financially sound couple ($$$) which most would consider a luxury- and who am I kidding, it is. I’ve never had to live in the conditions that my parents have grown up in, nor do I have to struggle for buying things I want (which are usually books, bags or shoes, just saying). I also hold a masters degree- which is currently useless (no, its wonderful, I just don’t use it anymore) but I am earning pretty well by writing stuff- so boom, there’s that! Also, both mum and dad’s families have played their part, hence bless the gene-pool I have occasionally been complimented for my looks. Basically, I’m a good catch. A package, if you may.
Perfectly ready to be married off!
Just like a freshly baked bread.
I don’t understand the compulsive need of my relatives to marry me off. What do they get out of me having sex with one man my entire life and going through near-death pregnancies? (to make kids who will be equally arrogant btw, I mean look at the mother they’re getting)
They tell me that if I give it a try, I will get all I need- a guy who has a decent sense of humor, is respectful and kind, has got money and good taste. A guy who can keep me happy (now define happy, will you?) and also make my parents happy. Well, I am sure such a guy exists, but as opposed to what I need, that is not what I want.
Why do all the relatives pile up their opinions about marriage when a girl is in her 20s? (Is this a mid-life crisis sort of a thing?)
They ask me for the kind of guy I’d like (as if its a dish I’ll be served). Tall, dark and handsome definitely doesn’t make the cut- they want the deets.
So now that they’ve bugged me with this, I would like to tell them that I want someone who will get a cough syrup delivered to me when he is out of station and I’m alone, too sick to go to the pharmacy to get it. I want someone who’d travel four hours just to be with me for one. I want someone who’d always push me to be better in my career and make me realize my worth if I were to forget it on some days. Someone who can sit by me when I am crying on the bathroom floor and not say a word. Someone I can pop black-heads with for hours together, and stay up the entire night talking about our families, the universe or serial killers. Someone who I can go around the world with, someone my dad could play cricket with, and mom would laugh endlessly with. Someone who would make an effort for me. I desire a passionate love which is beyond the societal norms of what a marriage should be like. A love that knows it has a feeble chance of survival and still wants to take that chance, every time. I desire a marriage of that sort. That’s my list. Please find a suitable groom, thank you.
P.s. This post turned out to be quite different than what I had thought it would be. I am not sure if it even makes sense. Its the hormones guys, PMS is a b*tch! G’night.