Hi all, do you remember me - the guy who attempted using some of the ‘promising’ body-sprays to lure women? I am back. But this time, I am not going to tell you about my luring attempts, but about my hunt for a fair and beautiful bride. Yes, I had decided to marry at last. And, I had decided to let my mother choose a girl for me.
But it was not all that simple though. I had told my mother a couple of my major conditions. One, the girl should be very fair – as fair as those models appearing in the fairness cream advertisements. Two, she should be very pretty – as pretty as those models appearing in all the other advertisements. Now, you don’t dare to ask me about my complexion. A man is free to be in any complexion, right? Also, I may not be a hunk like Brad Pitt to deserve someone very beautiful, but am not asking for Angelina Jolie, I am just asking for a woman who is ‘very pretty’ and ‘svelte’.
But it was not all that simple though. I had told my mother a couple of my major conditions. One, the girl should be very fair – as fair as those models appearing in the fairness cream advertisements. Two, she should be very pretty – as pretty as those models appearing in all the other advertisements. Now, you don’t dare to ask me about my complexion. A man is free to be in any complexion, right? Also, I may not be a hunk like Brad Pitt to deserve someone very beautiful, but am not asking for Angelina Jolie, I am just asking for a woman who is ‘very pretty’ and ‘svelte’.
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Of course, I wanted the woman to work and receive a hefty salary package too. But all those women who earn big are aiming for those NRI grooms, preferably from the US, with their ‘accents’, ‘attitudes’ and greens – be it currency or card. I know I can never compete with those dollar-wielding NRI grooms that earn a dollar per line of code, drop in at India for a fortnight’s time, marry the prettiest woman in any office, take her away to US/Germany/France/Australia so that she could post the pictures of her patio, portico, BMW, blooming tulips, and all those colorful oak trees, not to mention honeymoon visits to Niagara falls, Disney Lands, Opera Houses and the Eiffel Towers!
Am I fuming? OK, let us just decide for now that I had decided to find a woman that I can afford with my pay-package.
Now, my mother felt so happy and relieved now that I had decided to get married. My father was his usual reticent self as he is ever since I first got suspended from the college for proposing to a fair and beautiful college lecturer during my student days. Wait, I am digressing.
My mother managed to bring to my desk at least two dozen photos per day. I was wondering as to at the rate of 24 per day, I was viewing 148 photos per week and 720 photos per month. If that is the case, what will happen to all the men that are waiting to get married? How many marriages are going to happen and what will happen to all the population added thus?! What is my problem anyway, as long as I get my fair, pretty, well-earning woman!
(To be continued...)
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