The great Indian lower middle class
marriages..
Episode 1
The more you try to be secure, the greater you become
vulnerable and the harder life gets for you.
In the sake of making the life of a nubile girl and a boy
secure, the family members (for whom this whole marriage business is a
responsibility and nothing more) shake the heaven and earth. In the effort of
becoming clever, they don’t know when they have crossed the boundary of
cleverness and entered the territory of cunningness.
The funniest thing about this hunt for a right partner is
the crooked nature of the game. The futile things are kings here and the vital things
are downright neglected. The battle is between the salary of the groom versus
fair complexion of the girl or the property of the groom versus character of
the bride. Nobody thinks if the boy likes the girl or the girl likes the boy. The
term ‘love’ is already declared outdated in this jargon.
A writer once published boasts of the rejection slips he got
from the publishers. The greater the number, the more he feels honoured. But in
the marriage run, it isn’t the case. The more are you rejected, the deeper is
your depression and larger are the chances of your rejection. Such is the vicious
circle and there is nothing to boast about yourself after the publication, i
mean..marriage.
To get the clear idea of the scenario,let’s have a peep into
the life of a middle class boy who has, at last decided to get married in
arrange marriage.
The name of the boy is Ashwin. Here we go.
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