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Pre-Marital Woes
Posted by Frozy
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Tuesday, March 14, 2017
My life usually doesn’t take sudden turns. So this was
absolutely out of the blue and did shatter my peace and quiet for a while. The
shattering noise echoed across Indian subcontinent and all the tabloids
reported it as an earth quake of scale 7!
Actually,
it was this series of events which was very amusing. The end result would have
been my marriage! Not to worry girls, I am still the most eligible bachelor boy
around here. But that envious position was facing severe and constant threat
from different corners of my otherwise whole and round life.
The
corners from where i was attacked, were actually my parents. We all did the
conspiracy together to get my sister engaged. I never thought they will turn
around and use my strategic MBA tactics, back on me! Anyways, I always had this
belief that my dad is Napoleon incarnated. I was wrong. He is the re
incarnation of Adolf Hitler with some predatory genes from Julius Caesar. If my
dad had faced Napoleon today in war, the poor Frenchman would have seen flying
across the continent fearing a matrimonial with a local Indian girl.
HE
(that is my dad. I have started using HE, HIM etc these days.); after
conquering the first province (my sister’s engagement) immediately turned his
attention to his next quandary, which is yours truly, me. When I say
immediately, it literally means the next working day. It was like Dell’s
service request. I shouldn’t have bought him a Dell laptop. One fine day my
parents called me guffawing, saying they have created my profile in some shady
matrimonial site. (I believe this marriage business itself is very shady)
What the heck? One nice guy can’t flirt around peacefully?
I am happy in the bee hive, people. I don’t want to buy bottled honey.
The
next day supposedly my profile generates a stir among the female community of
the underworld and the site crashes not being able to manage the heavy traffic.
The site resolves the problem by cutting down parts of my profile. They drop
the last letter of my caste ("Nair" become "Nai"
which now conveniently means Dog.)
My dad claims total innocence whatsoever. Also the profile data becomes skewed
at 45 degree angle. When contacted and protested the Site Admin changed my
profile heading to read “Frozy - Soon to be Straight”. Still I managed to get
some 6 proposals in one week. Of them one was a guy! We are still debating if I
should take that as a compliment or not.
Then
my dad called and started yelling at me all for not keeping even one photo at
home. If future generations hold me as a visionary, this can be the only
possible reason. Hail Frozy. There is not even one decent looking photo of mine
at home. In the best one, I resemble a thug ogling at a village beauty with
unkempt hair, 3 days of facial fair growth, muddied shirt and a Bermuda which had
a hole in the right place (or wrong place– it’s all in the mind… and bermudaaah!)
As
per my dad, that’s not the ideal match making photo. Even after searching my 2
dvds of fotos, I couldn’t find one different from the above one– the Bermuda
was always unmistakable. So I had to visit a studio and get my portfolio done.
That is the most embarrassing thing in life. Standing in front of camera
knowing that half your generation will look at it and either scowl or laugh their
guts out. I told this to my roommate and instead of sympathizing with me he
called all the nasty ones who call themselves my friends. Three of them came
down from Mumbai just to see me getting the mug shot taken. But I believe I
know the secret behind getting all these responses in the site. It’s only
because we haven’t put my photo up there. The moment it is done, probably the
site might have to close down for posting sexually explicit material. :(
In
the mean time I went to facebook and joined a new community. There I saw one of
the proposals in flesh and blood! So as just as all the logical men will do, I
sent her a nice courtesy mail. “Hey you. I am your ideal match. Better than a football
match…” Blah blah.. She has not replied yet. Been a while. hmmm..
I am
telling you, I am the most experienced bachelor around here now. What all of
you guys should do is scan the matrimonial site for Grooms. No, Wait. I am not
suggesting THAT. As any business proposals (SHADY business proposals) you
should be aware of your competition. Sort of getting to know where one stands.
You see, every day when I look at the mirror, the Shrek-Lookalike that grins
back is not a very cheerful thought that I relish. So I scanned my competitors.
Some were real Shreks. Some looked like 25 year old Robert De niro, all the way
bald. Some I was not so sure. Some mismatch here and there. So may be… you
know, just a may be… that I may not be bad-looking. May be I do have a chance
after all. With that increased vigor I went to the next page of men and I
cursed all the photographers in the world. There he is, a thug ogling at a
village beauty with unkempt hair, 3 days hair growth, muddied shirt and a
Bermuda which had a hole in the (oh! It’s all wrong) place. My Photo!! My dad
has done the unthinkable. I will be damned if he was not Hitler. Napoleon must
be grinning in his tomb.
Frozen
Sun
PS: A
horoscope pundit came to my rescue at the end. He and I successfully managed to
thwart their cruel intentions and got the whole thing postponed by one year.
One more year of freedom! I love my life!! 100 Rupee well spent on pundit.
Frozy’s
Words of Wisdom to bachelor boys:
1.
Never leave any photograph of yours at home unattended. It can be the potential
weapon of mass destruction at the hands of your parents for your last
bachelorhood ritual called, Marriage.
2.
Arranged Marriage is a good thing. No, it’s true. You get to ogle at the photos
of all the girls and later the girls themselves while her parents are eagerly
watching for approval. If you had done the same thing two days back in the
local market, you might have lost two teeth. Arranged Marriage is actually the
“Save Teeth!” campaign in disguise.
3.
Ask for dowry. It’s not evil. That’s the caretaker money that the girl’s
parents give you when you get married. It’s a contingency fund to finance the
side effect of all marriages, called “Wife”
4.
You get the name of the girl from matrimonial site, go to Facebook, and search
her out (oh don’t worry she will be there alright). You employ two gay friends
or girl-friends for the job. Straight males not to be entrusted. Once you have
her number start sending messages and add her to your friends. These tactics
usually would ensure that she will NEVER say yes to the marriage. And yeah,
don’t forget to message her “I a nice guy. Can u have friendship to me?”
5.
Before going for a photo shoot, never ever mention it to your close friends.
Especially if they have girlfriends or engaged or are married. Arrogance of
experience can be really hurting. Also the difference between the Haves and
Have-nots is always a big gaping hole in democracy. I want communism in
marriage.
6.
Finally, no one knows what girls really want. So stop pretending that you know
them. Be yourself. Go on, be a man and put on some Fair & Handsome!
7.
Avoid public functions by all means. Even if you are forced to attend, behave
like you are the local goon. Or if that’s difficult, simply imitate Mr. Bean.
Both have worked in my favor.
8.
Write blogs like this. No girl who reads it will ever want to touch you, forget
marriage.