Hmmm.....can never read a man's mind. Its 12am and am hooked on to my lenovo Y510, pondering over this mundane phrase "men are from Mars and women are from Venus".
Having spent peak years of dating era (thats what i call) dissecting cadavers, taking clinical history, soaking in Hutchison's, Harrison, Shaw's, Park n Park, Nelson, our very own Shenoy, arrey P J Mehta yar.......NO they are not my long list of exes......(which i wish were true) but a few of medical gospels.
In short spent my desi jawani burning night oil when others were texting love notes.
Boring as it sounds.....the next few years were spent hopping places, the great Indian medicos struggle starts here......right after MBBS. PG entrances and numerous mcqs.....my mom hated me for being a doc.
No guesses, am a bad bad daughter does'nt really listen to her....just as an ideal indian girl would do get married to a guy of your parents choice, ok then give good news in a month. Wow! mission accomplished ..No i did do the former but destiny had a twist.
So now am quite a late entry though.......for my mom this is a panic.
The great Indian shaadi hub..
Was successful in avoiding rather running away from marriage all these years, but No not any more.
Reason- i've got a deadline "this month end".
So then i seriously start searching for guys , sounds despo hain?
You guys have no idea of my ordeal...............jispar betey wohi jaane....
Hence am registered now on shaadi.com ( a year by now), jeevansathi and not to forget the trusted shaadi ram ghar jodey (the biodata, photo wala).
After having spent almost 10k on memberships in shaadi.com........am yet to find my Gerry aka Gerald Butler.
My mom would dutifully sit next to me every night just to make sure i dont go astray and log on only on shaadi.com........warning facebook, twitter, Bit torrent is a waste of time.
So then we glance at all the interests received..........to be precise 550 by now- 15 shortlisted, 12 accepted........the rest REJECTED.
Mom: what do you want in a guy........prince charming........ab in mei say to select karo
Ok accepted........then chat.......give your number.....talk to him
Me:NO
Mom: fine marry over my dead body........
God do all arguments have to lead to death.........the most powerful tool of emotional blackmail.
Then the next morn a review of the recycle bin (500+ guys)
This is definitely every other girl's ordeal......
Mom: that guy you rejected, he's earning $$$$$$$$$...owns blah blah blah...holidays in blah blah
end-now is dad to the cutest son on earth.
Note: the list is never ending.
So are my expectations any different........an educated (atleast a degree more than mine), independent, confident, groomed, cultured handsome guy. Who loves art has a passion for life, shares my views, loves nature, is dynamic not stagnant. And has decent looks......wiith a handsome savings.
To my mom these are unacheivable targets.........so she shoots an email or two to guys who fit her criteria without my know how.......of course with the help of my eager cousin.
The mission now is "`Uzma' ki shaadi karao".
Its the toughest job in this world.............finding a soulmate..........some are handsome idiots, others padaku
Einstein (literally with the hair do), money mongers, spammers, God then there are the despo types- give your yahoo id (call me,call me types).
All and all am kind of mastering the art of character profiling..........hmmmm can easily join Psychiatry dept.
Well the search is on and seems never ending.........phone rings
Mom: hain jee(in sweet tone) meri ladki hai.......mera email id lelo aur biodata, photo bhej deejiyega.
Guy's mom: hain hain mera ladka ********* is the bestssht jee......ok main mail kar doongi details.....he is ******* earns ********* got this rank ******* in 10th......................
This happens 4-5 times in a days.........
And my ordeal never ends..........
Mom: mail check karo.......Kya! pasand nahi aya........theek thak tho hai........hain toda kala hai par......naata bhi hai....... par accha kamaata hai. Tu tho doctor hai fairness cream......facials sey accha lagega.
Me: NO ,main koi fashion show ya film nahi banane wali hoon.........par thoda mere khayalaat se milte julte bhi hona chahiye na......
Mom: jab engineer ka proposal aata hai tho bolti hai masters doctorate hona chahiye......aur doctor hai tho,specialist nahi hai...........main mar kyun nahi jati.....
Basically its not the number of degrees or the professional stream they are into, but the click in personality............the missing link...........the compatibility quotient...............God if marriages are made in heaven, then why this mess.
OMG please make my life simple...........
So my mom and her quest are on, i mean literally even now in her dreams...........
Am off to sleep now.........C ya in my next post
Having spent peak years of dating era (thats what i call) dissecting cadavers, taking clinical history, soaking in Hutchison's, Harrison, Shaw's, Park n Park, Nelson, our very own Shenoy, arrey P J Mehta yar.......NO they are not my long list of exes......(which i wish were true) but a few of medical gospels.
In short spent my desi jawani burning night oil when others were texting love notes.
Boring as it sounds.....the next few years were spent hopping places, the great Indian medicos struggle starts here......right after MBBS. PG entrances and numerous mcqs.....my mom hated me for being a doc.
No guesses, am a bad bad daughter does'nt really listen to her....just as an ideal indian girl would do get married to a guy of your parents choice, ok then give good news in a month. Wow! mission accomplished ..No i did do the former but destiny had a twist.
So now am quite a late entry though.......for my mom this is a panic.
The great Indian shaadi hub..
Was successful in avoiding rather running away from marriage all these years, but No not any more.
Reason- i've got a deadline "this month end".
So then i seriously start searching for guys , sounds despo hain?
You guys have no idea of my ordeal...............jispar betey wohi jaane....
Hence am registered now on shaadi.com ( a year by now), jeevansathi and not to forget the trusted shaadi ram ghar jodey (the biodata, photo wala).
After having spent almost 10k on memberships in shaadi.com........am yet to find my Gerry aka Gerald Butler.
My mom would dutifully sit next to me every night just to make sure i dont go astray and log on only on shaadi.com........warning facebook, twitter, Bit torrent is a waste of time.
So then we glance at all the interests received..........to be precise 550 by now- 15 shortlisted, 12 accepted........the rest REJECTED.
Mom: what do you want in a guy........prince charming........ab in mei say to select karo
Ok accepted........then chat.......give your number.....talk to him
Me:NO
Mom: fine marry over my dead body........
God do all arguments have to lead to death.........the most powerful tool of emotional blackmail.
Then the next morn a review of the recycle bin (500+ guys)
This is definitely every other girl's ordeal......
Mom: that guy you rejected, he's earning $$$$$$$$$...owns blah blah blah...holidays in blah blah
end-now is dad to the cutest son on earth.
Note: the list is never ending.
So are my expectations any different........an educated (atleast a degree more than mine), independent, confident, groomed, cultured handsome guy. Who loves art has a passion for life, shares my views, loves nature, is dynamic not stagnant. And has decent looks......wiith a handsome savings.
To my mom these are unacheivable targets.........so she shoots an email or two to guys who fit her criteria without my know how.......of course with the help of my eager cousin.
The mission now is "`Uzma' ki shaadi karao".
Its the toughest job in this world.............finding a soulmate..........some are handsome idiots, others padaku
Einstein (literally with the hair do), money mongers, spammers, God then there are the despo types- give your yahoo id (call me,call me types).
All and all am kind of mastering the art of character profiling..........hmmmm can easily join Psychiatry dept.
Well the search is on and seems never ending.........phone rings
Mom: hain jee(in sweet tone) meri ladki hai.......mera email id lelo aur biodata, photo bhej deejiyega.
Guy's mom: hain hain mera ladka ********* is the bestssht jee......ok main mail kar doongi details.....he is ******* earns ********* got this rank ******* in 10th......................
This happens 4-5 times in a days.........
And my ordeal never ends..........
Mom: mail check karo.......Kya! pasand nahi aya........theek thak tho hai........hain toda kala hai par......naata bhi hai....... par accha kamaata hai. Tu tho doctor hai fairness cream......facials sey accha lagega.
Me: NO ,main koi fashion show ya film nahi banane wali hoon.........par thoda mere khayalaat se milte julte bhi hona chahiye na......
Mom: jab engineer ka proposal aata hai tho bolti hai masters doctorate hona chahiye......aur doctor hai tho,specialist nahi hai...........main mar kyun nahi jati.....
Basically its not the number of degrees or the professional stream they are into, but the click in personality............the missing link...........the compatibility quotient...............God if marriages are made in heaven, then why this mess.
OMG please make my life simple...........
So my mom and her quest are on, i mean literally even now in her dreams...........
Am off to sleep now.........C ya in my next post
a nice article by a doctor.
ReplyDeletethanks, sir.
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