Article #42: The Unexpected Circus
Gone are the days when Indian Arranged marriages used to happen easily with the interaction and help from the family relatives and friends. Now, with the change in the people’s lifestyle and way of thinking, things have become so complicated that it seems next to impossible to get their son or daughter married. We got many new things in place like the mediators or marriage brokers (never call them a broker, it hurts), Professional wedding planners, Match Making Consultancies, BharatMatrimony.com, JeevanSaathi.com, Shaadi.com and what not.
In
the middle of nowhere, comes Giridhar, that is me, who is ready for the
marriage. This article is a complete cooked up story out of my imagination.
After dealing with so many match profiles and breakups, my family lost hope about my marriage. Exactly at that moment, came our mediator (that is, the broker) with some match profiles. During the talk, we noticed that there was one profile that he was trying to hide.
My father asked him to show it, but he hesitatingly said, “Sir, it will not suit you, not good for you”
My Mother replied, “Just because we negotiated your fees, you are not showing us good profiles”
He couldn’t say anything and gave that profile to us asking us to go with our own risk.
We went ahead with it ignoring his warning. All the horoscopes got matched, photo exchange happened, we liked the girl, their family liked me. Finally, the D-Day has arrived wherein we were called to their house for further discussions on the match making.
My MOM was praying to God, “If you make my son’s marriage successful, he will come to Tirupathi for the haircut”. I told her, “MOM, I am halfway through with respect to my hair”
My Sister said, “This time don’t act over smart. Try to get it finalized. Accept the way she is and also impress her to accept you”
With all these discussions, we came out of the house to start. Just at that very moment, heavy rain with thunders and lightning happened. I felt, “Is the nature trying to give any hints? What is going to happen?”
Amidst everything, we reached the girl’s house and they received us well.
After settling inside, the girl’s mother started, “Welcome to Circus”. It was so weird.
The girl’s father was just giving a smile for everything while her mother continued, “I am the president of this building” as if she was the president of Toastmasters International.
“Here is my son, Shaktimaan”. Shaktimaan? Like Really?
“We are highly impressed by your son”. I was like what did you see in me?
“You are the first family to visit our house for my daughter’s match, otherwise people usually feel so Shy to visit our home”. But why?
Everything sounded weird to us. But I thought what actually matters is only the girl, not anything else.
After sometime, I was asked to talk with the girl personally when her mother started singing in the hall.
I went inside the room. We sat on two different chairs. Suddenly, the girl started mumbling. I asked her to say anything without any hesitation. Then, she said, “Pinch me”. I was like What???
She again said, “Pinch me yaar, it’s okay”
I was puzzled for a while. Hesitatingly, I had to pinch her after she insisted a lot.
Immediately, she shouted and said, “MOM, he is pinching me”
I had no words to say. Before I could explain, her mother caught my cheek saying, “You naughty boy”
After her mother left, I asked the girl, “Why did you shout?”
She started saying, “I had a fantasy that I should play with someone who comes for the match making”
I thought that I shouldn’t judge her with such one small thing and continued the conversation by asking, “What are your hobbies”
She said, “Playing tokkudu billa”. For people who don’t know what is Tokkudu Billa, it’s a type of hopscotch game played by girls in their childhood in the rural villages of Andhra and Telangana.
I asked her, “What else you play?”
She said, “Pilli moggalu”, the cat buds.
While she kept on surprising me like this, all of sudden someone frightened me saying “Urrrrrr”
I was shocked to see an old lady dressed up in modern style with spectacles and saying, “Hi, this is pooja, Dhinchak Pooja” and she stared dancing.
The girl explained, “Hey she is my grandmother who is a big fan of Dhinchak Pooja. She likes her so much that sometimes she even forgets her name and age”
I thought enough is enough. Without saying anything, I walked towards my parents and said, “Let’s go”
The girl’s mother replied to me saying, “Hey, they can’t leave now. We are in the middle of our Skit, Alibaba and 40 thieves”
I told her, “You know what Aunty, There’s a twist in the tale. After knowing about Alibaba, the thieves escaped” and I came out of their house along with my parents.
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