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My parents started the groom hunting session looking for a perfect bakra a year before...but to their dismay and despair, they were unable to find a guy with whom my jadagam ( it is those tiny, twelve boxes based on which they make prediction about marriage, kids, career, next birth..and every thing that u can imagine) could be matched... a bit nonsense in all weddings
The hunting sessions for my parents started...my parents cud start a marriage bureau i felt looking at the amount of jadagams they managed to collect in short span of time....
they managed to make my entire family members and known relatives as my marriage agents and almost anyone everyone wud come over or call us up and let us know about the "REALLY NICE" boy they had in their mind....90 out of the 100 cases wud be of guys who are settled in chennai....i had already told my parents to look for a guy outside India, to which she gave an expression as if i had committed the most fatal of sins....anyways.....
Most of theguys settled in US or UK, making BIG money... and hunt was launched looking for a nice guy from a NICE family....registrations were done on all the matrimonial sites available, all the near and dear ones were asked to participate in the search, magazines were being filtered to give in the ads for a Bridegroom...
I was away from all this perfectly away from home, on sundays as i will be questioned on these stories. ....things hardly reached my ear, i had convinced to the fact that there was hardly anything that i cud do..as mine was going to be an arranged marriage...unknown devil or angel..i was prepared for both..
After a few months pased, there was finally a guy's jadagam that matched with mine...the guy was working in hyderabad and was supposedly equal to my height. i cannot say good looking. and from a very respectable family,,( enough to earn points from everyone)... I wondered!!! .and even if they do, wud they like to be wedded to a compilcated extraordinary gal like me???
So both the families spoke...i was expected to speak with the guy. v were left alone to speak i dominated in speaking( wich is the only job i can do) ALL MY FLY MEMBERS WERE GATHERED OUT ( AS IF WAITING FOR WORLD CUP FINALS, OR WAITING FOR EXAM RESULT ) I really hate this..its that day when a girl is examined like a bacteria under the microscope by people from the guys side, right from the tiniest of tots to the oldest of grandmas)....or maybe that's what i thought.....
i spoke to this guy whom i havent seen or havent known for 26 years of my life....after a25min of converstaion i came out.( really pity for him) i gave him a chance to speak jus 5sec to say hi n thanksAfter that came the rally of questionss from my parents...chitti...mamas..as to what happened..what did i speak with the guy?? was he good?? did he respond well?? how did i like him?? Did he seem interested? after all i said i liked him. but due to false information from their side tis story came to an end.
But even now this hunt is runnning on & on & on....................................
