THE PAST:
Securing an arranged relationship is pretty much like buying insurance. You
choose one time investment and get guaranteed returns subject to market
risks.
My first tryst with an arranged relationship was when daddy dearest went to
approach a guy for inviting him home… Chai ki tray wala scene ke
liye…That would have been the next thing followed by five minutes to talk….It
was a good relationship on paper. We both work in the same office…same position…locations
matched. Except what happened was ‘The guy in question was not at home. His
elder brother was.’ The way he handled this was atrocious and incorrigible to
say the least. At our home, if a stray dog approaches, we give them something
to eat before driving them away. But this man made my father, a respectable
banker, stand outside his house at the Chauraha. One look at my bio-data
and he went all like…The girl is a midget. She will not suit with my brother;
he is like really tall. That was it; that is all he had to say.
I can’t believe being 4 feet 9 inches in height could matter more than the
kind of person I am. But that was it.
That is when I decided I will never subject my progenitor to that kind of
humiliation again. Anyone who asks for my hand has to do the asking. Not the
other way round. I will call the shots.
THE PRESENT:
Dil ki takhti par hun likhti Ishqa, Ishqa
Jag kya jane dil ko mere Ishqa Kiska
Ban ke chahat nazaron se khat likhna
Tu hai jaisa mujhko waisa dikhna
Shatham
Shaathyam Samacharet is the
way I am now.
What goes around comes around. I rejected a guy because I hated the way he
looked. As I deleted his photograph, I was having second thoughts about giving
him a chance. I am glad I did not… I never got it so I will not give it to
anyone else too. Nah! I am not unfeeling and cold. I am only settling the score
with the world. Compromise is not my way of life anymore. Understanding is…
PS: I am so glad I found you.
Disclaimer: The
story I share with you all today; may or may not be true. For as a writer I am
certainly influenced by what I see around me. At the same time, I retain what I
call and known as artistic liberty.
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