prasad1
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There is a tall pile of envelopes that my dad has on his lap, and he carefully opens each one and reads out a “profile” hoping to gauge a reaction from me. And in there are CTQ or critical to quality inputs on B-school, age, family and all else it takes to make an assumed valuation of a prospective groom.
We are two hours down, and now there are now two neatly piled sets of envelopes — one says short-listed. The other says nothing, and so will happily make its way to the waste paper bin.
Evaluation hysteria
At the same time, probably in some other part of the world, others read a profile that sounds like mine. The paper profiles soon turn human and while some of them want to meet alone since they are “open-minded”, there are others who want to meet with a roomful full of people.
What bothers me immensely is that one is just supposed to or expected to respond to this invasive questioning calmly. Even though it comes from someone you know for just 5.5 minutes.
Between ICQ and MSN Chat
The stories are unending but the larger question is around this form of marriage; how can we be so clinical and logical about finding who we will spend the rest of our lives with.
Where does emotional, intellectual or even physical compatibility fit in or how does one in the middle of this entire process find love!
I found mine in a fit of very lucky rage. It was late in the evening and I had just given my mom a detailed explanation on how I ran out of the car of a guy who within 10 minutes of meeting me was discussing baby names. While she was still in shock, I was back in my den and on my computer narrating this weird tale on ICQ to friends.
Somewhere between then and few chats, months later I met this guy online who did not care a damn about that fact that I was older than him, or made more money than him, or did not belong to the same part of the country as him.
We dated for a bit, he got me a bangle instead of a ring since he thought I wore a handful already, accidentally sent me a wreath instead of flowers…. Is it over said my dad asked? No, it’s just begun I smiled.
Running and living
15 years later, he is still is a morning person, I am a night. He hates taking pictures and I love an action shot. He is as passionate about running as I am about work.
And when people ask us why we got married? “He was the only guy who I dated who spoke about my work as much as he spoke of other parts of me, had super shapely fingers and said he loved Chawal and Dal over anything else,” I reply.
He claims his reason was consistency and a few other things that are “classified” and he will tell me when I breach 50.
http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatime...&utm_campaign=TOInewHP&utm_medium=Widget_Stry
We are two hours down, and now there are now two neatly piled sets of envelopes — one says short-listed. The other says nothing, and so will happily make its way to the waste paper bin.
Evaluation hysteria
At the same time, probably in some other part of the world, others read a profile that sounds like mine. The paper profiles soon turn human and while some of them want to meet alone since they are “open-minded”, there are others who want to meet with a roomful full of people.
What bothers me immensely is that one is just supposed to or expected to respond to this invasive questioning calmly. Even though it comes from someone you know for just 5.5 minutes.
Between ICQ and MSN Chat
The stories are unending but the larger question is around this form of marriage; how can we be so clinical and logical about finding who we will spend the rest of our lives with.
Where does emotional, intellectual or even physical compatibility fit in or how does one in the middle of this entire process find love!
I found mine in a fit of very lucky rage. It was late in the evening and I had just given my mom a detailed explanation on how I ran out of the car of a guy who within 10 minutes of meeting me was discussing baby names. While she was still in shock, I was back in my den and on my computer narrating this weird tale on ICQ to friends.
Somewhere between then and few chats, months later I met this guy online who did not care a damn about that fact that I was older than him, or made more money than him, or did not belong to the same part of the country as him.
We dated for a bit, he got me a bangle instead of a ring since he thought I wore a handful already, accidentally sent me a wreath instead of flowers…. Is it over said my dad asked? No, it’s just begun I smiled.
Running and living
15 years later, he is still is a morning person, I am a night. He hates taking pictures and I love an action shot. He is as passionate about running as I am about work.
And when people ask us why we got married? “He was the only guy who I dated who spoke about my work as much as he spoke of other parts of me, had super shapely fingers and said he loved Chawal and Dal over anything else,” I reply.
He claims his reason was consistency and a few other things that are “classified” and he will tell me when I breach 50.
http://blogs.timesofindia.indiatime...&utm_campaign=TOInewHP&utm_medium=Widget_Stry
