The Chosen One (Part 1)

With every feeling that I am sharing here is an effort to keep all my precious memories safe somewhere, which are easy to access and also a way to share it with my loved ones.

While the whole world (ofcourse I mean family & friends) around me was curious to set me up soon with some real nice guy, my parents were easy though sometimes just like any usual Indian parents who were extra curious and impatient too. With time in my hands and equal support from my parents I was taking my own time to settle down. I knew I wouldn’t want to be pushed but also I was willing to get hooked up to a man my dad finds suitable for me (oh! Yes I knew my dad will have a major role here).

With days passing by every other relative was interested to know of what was happening at my end. Infact friends who were already dating or were committed thought of me like I was left out. Me being me, I dint give up easily and patience is a gift which I esteem so much here. There was something in me which knew from the very beginning that I would like to be in a arrange marriage set up, for love had to come along with real commitments and an intuition which I never found. So I’ll be hopelessly honest here that I never found myself falling for love infact I always waited for love to find me. (I plan a detailed blog about this in future; I feel I have so much to say about for this whole thing).

I was registered with a matrimonial site. And also a few mediators had me listed me as a possible next bride to be (sounds funny but the situations were never). The search on the matrimonial site was usually a task for me, there were days when dad use to yell at me for not taking a look at the profiles and wasting time on internet doing nothing (well doing nothing on the internet itself is doing something :P) and I still remember how in haste I use to check all the possible profile in a day’s time and short list it for him to have a look (which again took almost a week for him to come and decide the few). I use to feel pity for myself, ofcourse if I was to do the search this way then why wasn’t I informed beforehand (don’t look with at this with a raised eyebrow; I just happen to think like this). Rejecting profiles was like some easy job (not that they were waste, but most of them were so obviously going to meet the trash).

  

Calls from every possible corner of the world, possibly of my caste - inter caste, classy jobs – crazy jobs, jobs or no jobs (yep laugh it out) single and looking – single and parents looking (huh?) parents calling – the guy himself calling (yep), looking for a traditional girl – looking for a modern girl (I wonder what men have in their mind), working girl – not working girl ‘read homely’ (now wasn’t that a little too salty for the tongue indeed a homemaker is equal to a working woman).

I have read the craziest profiles, much unrealistic ones; here I am to show it off profiles.... Finding a real one was like ‘huh, are you joking’ still I was there not really sure of finding the one who was somewhere out there for me.

With days passing through I never really thought myself getting committed to anyone, I still had an intuition of this taking its own good time, but who knew that the day was not as far.

The time when you are waiting for the one is the actually the longest one compared to the one you spend after you have found them, though we happen to overlook it thinking let the bygones be bygones.

The journey has just begun, stick around and I’ll post the part 2 soon.