So I just got to know that I used to belong to the Peter Pan generation. Well, I never did, but I guess the world presumed me to be. I told you that in my last post. And also that finally I had told my parents to fulfill their dream of finding a girl for me. I remember the shining eyes of my mother and the confidence that my father oozed on me giving them an indifferent shrug to their incessant demand."Beta! ab to tum settle bhi ho gaye! Ab to saadi kar hi lo", " Beta! agar tumhe koi ladki pasand hai to batlaye do, hum bhi utne roodhiwaadi nahin hain" and all that with my mom putting "Beta! koi problem to nahi hai na tumhe" between every sentence. I think she wanted to ask me whether I am gay. Its embarrassing answering such questions. I mean ... yeah! But..... anyhow!
So the hunt has started. Ever seen those talent hunt serials where judges shortlist candidates on the basis of photographs? Yeah! that is exactly what I was asked to do. Now, there is this fallacy in the process.I mean being from IT, an amateur photographer and a self-proclaimed ace in Photoshop, I know what the problem is. Its not ' what you see is what you get'. There needs to be a regulatory authority on this process as well, like those in the advertising industry of food products where deep angles and slow motion is permitted, but no enhancements. Unfortunately there is none.
But that is not what made me write this post. What made me write this post is that the shortlisting process in itself has become excruciating. I mean when the age of the girls being introduced is told to me, my balls feel the chill. All of them are like 5-6 years younger to me. 21-22. I used to be like a grandfather to such tenth class girls 6 years ago in my engineering final year. And even though a few of those tenth-ies were hot, a self-respecting college-goer knows his boundaries.
I guess that could have been because of my youth and honor. At that time. I tried to still maintain it, youth and honor, trust me my friend, but when you are single and 27 and 'arranging' for your marriage, you need to be 'mature'. As I said in my last post, 22-25 was the time when girls are looking for getting married. The unfortunate part is they look around only in their peer group or someone they know. Now, my parents know that 6 years is too much of a difference, but they do not want a girl who is 26 and who might, might is the word, play me. If you do not understand the last sentence, good for you bro. If you do, either you are intelligent and mature, congratulations for that, or have gotten 'played' before. Consolations for the rest of your second inning in that case brother.
So then the oldest age that may settle down with me is 21-22. I don't think they would be realizing what actually is happening to them. "My dad said so" might be what that poor girl be thinking. Not without thought was it said," ignorance is bliss". And so they would fall in 'love'. Or so it is presumed.
Amen!
So the hunt has started. Ever seen those talent hunt serials where judges shortlist candidates on the basis of photographs? Yeah! that is exactly what I was asked to do. Now, there is this fallacy in the process.I mean being from IT, an amateur photographer and a self-proclaimed ace in Photoshop, I know what the problem is. Its not ' what you see is what you get'. There needs to be a regulatory authority on this process as well, like those in the advertising industry of food products where deep angles and slow motion is permitted, but no enhancements. Unfortunately there is none.
But that is not what made me write this post. What made me write this post is that the shortlisting process in itself has become excruciating. I mean when the age of the girls being introduced is told to me, my balls feel the chill. All of them are like 5-6 years younger to me. 21-22. I used to be like a grandfather to such tenth class girls 6 years ago in my engineering final year. And even though a few of those tenth-ies were hot, a self-respecting college-goer knows his boundaries.
I guess that could have been because of my youth and honor. At that time. I tried to still maintain it, youth and honor, trust me my friend, but when you are single and 27 and 'arranging' for your marriage, you need to be 'mature'. As I said in my last post, 22-25 was the time when girls are looking for getting married. The unfortunate part is they look around only in their peer group or someone they know. Now, my parents know that 6 years is too much of a difference, but they do not want a girl who is 26 and who might, might is the word, play me. If you do not understand the last sentence, good for you bro. If you do, either you are intelligent and mature, congratulations for that, or have gotten 'played' before. Consolations for the rest of your second inning in that case brother.
So then the oldest age that may settle down with me is 21-22. I don't think they would be realizing what actually is happening to them. "My dad said so" might be what that poor girl be thinking. Not without thought was it said," ignorance is bliss". And so they would fall in 'love'. Or so it is presumed.
Amen!
