It really is.
If there is one goddamn good reason that every Indian girl with half a brain would want to leave the country, its because we want to save our lives before being put up for auction on some matrimonial site. Not that marriage is a bad thing, you know, but the idea of marriage in India - the whole idea of picking-off-grooms-by-looking-at-photographs and checking off a mental list of his body stats - hairy, tall, bald, fat, thin, nose, penis of working condition, etc. and financial stats - does he earn enough to get me enough shopping allowance? Is he linked with enough powerful people? - this whole idea is twisted and beyond me.
An aunt I haven't heard from in a hundred years calls me this morning and this is how the conversation went -
Aunt - 'Meera, How are you. Heard you are in Bangalore? when are you planning to get married?
Me - 'I'm fine. Yes, I'm in Bangalore. Not anytime now'.
Aunt - 'When we were 18, all of us got married and look where we are, none of you children these days listen. You should get married.'
Me - 'Sure. Alright, I'll speak with you later.'
What I really wanted to tell my aunt was that it isn't 1960 anymore, and that women have ambition, and I can see where she is now and that's definitely not where I want to be so long as I'm alive.
I mean, this is marriage right? not fresh meat I'm shopping for lunch?
Where is the love?
Mum says that love doesn't matter. And that it will come. I wonder if she meant those new shoes I was planning to buy or some guy with a puffy moustache.