My Expedition with Indian Matrimony

Marriages in India are a different stories altogether with lot more twist & turns…I still remember the lines from the movie ‘Two States’… where in India love affair between guy and a girl never suffices. There are few major steps ahead before u can get married…Guy s family should be in love with the girl…The girl family should be in love with the guy…Both the families should be in love with each other…and if there is some space vacant, the guy and the girl can fall in love too…oops!!! Image result for beautiful girl Well…Before I could start sharing my experiences with the matrimonial alliances…let me give a very brief intro about myself…I am a medico by profession. So basically I have always been a nerd kinda person…geeky off course!!! I was so focused that I hardly ever noticed any guy during my MBBS days…Ha-ha…Hard to believe?? Yes …haha…but it’s true. So like many I too had to create my matrimony profile…And there begin my journey…so ill mention some of the interesting experiences…one after the other…

  The Moral Guy

Haha…yes he was… a way too moral!! He was an average looking short medico guy…In addition to his residency he was also working with one of the pg entrance coaching institute… Financially he was earning pretty good…well that’s not the matter…I myself was capable for all my needs… I had to meet him for family pressure… well he came to my college where I used to study.. I don’t know why but I guess he was not expecting me to come in jeans and he made a face… I was like what?? Why?? Khair jaane do(let it be)… There came the next very important question -where to sit??..I asked him we can go out and ye mahashay the ki inhe college campus mein hi baithna tha..(He was more interested in sitting in the campus itself)…I thought may be paise bacha raha tha CCD ke!! Jo bhi ho…Campus mein hi baithe and I had to see all smiley faces from my colleagues…vo bhi chodo… I was sitting and he started talking about himself…himself and himself….I never got to say anything…cherry on the top..He was talking about his sad experiences and hardships…I think finally he had found one patient listener…well he was the first guy I had ever met..So I was just wondering how to stop him… I mean literally How??? Well it took him two hours to wind up..he seemed happy may be I was the only one who had listened to him so far…no matter what ..as he was leaving he said he liked me and what was my opinion in this regard…I was like ..what??? I was clueless what to say…Then the savior answer my parents are the ones to decide…thank God!!! Literally … I got a call from him later…Where he spoke about moral values for like 45 mins…I felt like I m sitting in a satsang or what…itne moral values to shayad mummy ne bhi nhi bole honge..Instantly I knew that It won’t work…and I could breathe…

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  The Mumma’s Boy- I strongly believe u meet people in life because u r destined to meet them…it’s not an accident… when we meet, we talk…we learn a lot about the basic stuff called life… I have always believed people should marry because they love each other… But I think many times that doesn’t hold well, especially in cases of arranged alliances… I should mention about the second guy now…he was from IIM-B & was on one of the top positions in his company…he was very tall and I must admit very handsome & charming too…He can’t get unnoticed…only problem was he won’t notice you while u are speaking to him…ha-ha…He will be doing this thing…That thing or at least something…and u might start to get a feel are you wasting his time? or is he getting bored?…I would stop that moment and he would say pls continue I’m all ears…this is my bad habit…but I am listening…I can’t just concentrate on one thing…whatever!! It was our first meeting and he did say he wants to go ahead…Let’s talk to our parents….this was something which was beyond my expectations… the peculiar thing was this guy in particular had never liked any girl for marriage before…I was the only one he had said yes…even his younger brother was married and he was simply waiting for someone special…He said I have met so many girls so far and I really like u…well I shouldn’t boast about myself but I don’t know what he liked in me… My height is good… 5’4 yet in front of him I was a kiddo…. The second part of the story dint work well…my family never fell for his family and vice versa…there were bundles of misunderstandings…his mom said your budget is too low…chote bête ki shaadi aise hui thi…vaisi thi….aapne to kuch jod ke hi nhi rakha….my parents were in lot of stress that their expectations were too high… Those were very stressful days… his mother said that I should be ready to leave the job if the need arises…In his own words even if his wife is from Harvard and doesn’t work and look after home affairs, he has no issues…My question was if a girl is from Harvard why would she just sit at home…He added kids will be totally my responsibility not his…I shouldn’t bother him for anything…so I only have to see everything whether I do it with job or without…it was kind of a contract I was supposed to sign before getting married…it’s not that that I would leave my kid and go to work….but when u emphasize on it so badly I was scared…How can a father deny his responsibilities …I chose myself and me; in that utter confusion I just walked out…though I could have enjoyed all the luxuries of life with him but once u r independent, no matter whatever small you earn that’s always going to be way more precious…

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The Desi Guy- Matrimony is a very happening place…with lot many ups n downs…well this one was kinda interesting experience as such… my mother had exchanged my phone number with one medico guy…and subsequently he texted me…to meet up…I said okay..Let it be at CP… next thing to do was… I checked upon his jeevansathi profile… He was an average looking medico, pursuing his Masters from one of the hospitals in Delhi…and there was just one passport size photograph displayed on his matrimony site…I checked the pic again…that’s my habit …before I go & meet up anyone…that’s important…pata chala.. gaye the kisi aur se milne, aur mil ke kisi aur se aa gaye(u had goneto meet someone and ended up meeting someone else)…haha…well he was dusky complexion…I thought I would be able to recognize him,,nahi to atleast vo hi mujhe doond lega….haha I guess it was Saturday …as per the schedule I was waiting for him@ block A CP. 5 min passed…10 min passed …and 15 min passed…. I took a deep breath… bhala batao kya zamana aa gaya….ladki… vo bhi khoobsurat ladki is waiting for a guy!! haha Finally this Mahashay turned up…and instantly I had a feeling…yaar kahan aa gaye…kahin bhag bhi nahi skti thi us vakt…and aise achcha bhi nhi lagta ki bhag gayi( where I am…what I am doing…running away was a distinct possibility …and would have looked very weird)…haha… let me tell u why I felt so… He was wearing some pink color sweater…while he was travelling in metro, he must have been hearing songs and the ear phones were taken from inside of his sweater… after he got down, he simply let those ear plugs fell loosely out of his collar… These ear plugs were hanging down & dangling side to side… I could remember nothing much but XIth grade physics Simple Harmonic Motion!!!Clearly there was no chemistry only physics!!! Hahaha Well we did occupy a table at CCD @ CP… I forgot to mention…the guy had a huge tummy almost like that of 32 weeks of pregnancy….to make it even worse … he was sitting in a very absurd manner, with his legs wide open, which he was shaking on and off.  Trust me nothing could have been more embarrassing than that… I quickly finished up my coffee…we shared brief info about each other…He was from Allahabad and was like …dekhiye…mai Allahabad ka hoon toh yahan dilli 3-5 years tak rahunga..uske baad ill shift…aap dekhlijiyega..agar aap kahengi ki dilli mei hi raho to vo main nhi kar skta…I said okay… Next again he said …dekhiye aap vegetarian hein aur mai non vegetarian…to fir aap dekh lijiyega…I said han I’ll see…fir thodi der baad…dekhiye mai non vegetarian hoon aur aap veg…I told him han its okay..And not again… he said once again …dekhiye aap vegetarian hein…it was total test of my patience…I told him dekhiye I got ur point, there is no need of repeating it again and again…. Haha…thank god after this he dint bring back the same topic… I told him… lets go … and as I moved towards the metro I realized he wasn’t there… actually I should not have turned back, but I did…he was standing up there…I asked him why are u not coming? He said mai soch raha tha thodi der aur baat kar lete…meri haalat vo thi…kahan fas gaye yaar!!! I went up again… he said dekhiye jaise hamari baat chal rahi hei..agar aap ka kuch pahle se ho to abhi clear kar lijiye…mere senior ke saath hua tha…ladki ka pahle se kuch tha aur vo shaadi se pahle bhag gayi… isliye mai puch raha hu..jaise ki aapka-mera hai…to aapka kuch aur ho …I told him I understand ur concern..kuch hoga to bata dungi… kisi tarah se jaan chuda ke I reached my hostel…thinking aaj to bal bal bache …haha Well next very day he texted me again …kya decide kiya aapne…how to proceed??  I dint know what to say…so I msged back …dekhiye mai veg hu aur aap non veg…ghar mai baat ki thi…they aint accepting…haha Funnier was his reply…he said…dekha ye to maine aapko pahle hi kaha tha…aap veg hein aur mai non veg…kaise hoga…I told him ..Sahi pakde hein!!!

images Just a Friend Guy Well this one was a deadly combo of good looks and intelligence…qualification MBBS+ MBA+ MD ( mujhe aaj tak ye samjh nhi aaya ki agar MBA hi karna tha to MBBS kyn ki, aur agar MBA kar hi liya tha to MD karne ki kya jarurat thi…ye to yehi janab bata sakte hein…kaun puche…haha…) He was born n brought up in Delhi, well groomed and way smarter than me…I still remember myself wearing an oversized sweater(which I later gave to my mom) and pink socks beautifully seen thru my Hush puppies sandals( which were more or less kinda floaters)..Who on earth goes like a school girl to meet a date like that?? Ha-ha …well those were different days… With him it never went like meeting a matrimony guy …more so like an old friend…jaise ki kumbh ke mele mein khoye hue friends…haha Matrimony in India can never sail smoothly….Now let’s talk about the Problem part….The issue with this guy was …he had come with a baggage… He already had two broken affairs where mostly, he was dumped by the girls… (I presume it’s more than two, though I never asked; aisausne bola …to fir maan hi lete hein ki sirf do hi theHa-ha…) Now let’s get back to him… having a past is not a issue but hovering in the past is…He told me I can marry the very next day… once his ex gets married!!! maine usese kaha tha ,, tumhari koi self respect hai ki nahi hai…ye kya matlab…haha…and the way he looked at me…i knew vo kahna chahta tha ki hai par is mamle mein nahi hei…. haha…i said to myself….beta tumahra kuch nhi ho skta…well india mein bahut kuch bhagwan bharose chalta hai… hahaha..lol!!! but in his case he only could have helped himself … I had moved on him as an alliance long back…Well it’s been a while… neither his ex nor he has married yet…..hahaAnd yes he is still Just a friend!!

park-happy-girl-yellow-blossoms_1301-3316 The price -tag guy Matrimony is one such platform when you are out of your niche to meet new people…so it always comes up with experiences like never before…haha…and it is like different shades of colors that completes the rainbow Well it was a weird experience where I happened to meet one such guy for whom I dint even require ‘Pudine ki chutney’ to find out the cost of anything!…He could tell me about the costly brands and the cheaper brands…He would buy Tommy Hilfiger shirt, not the one he likes the most but the one in which logo is well seen… when I go back in time and think, the only aspect I’m able to recollect now is …his jacket and shoes…a down feather jacket worth 8k and shoes some 10k bucks…   relationshipThis was my first of its kind experience…and I knew that’s not my destination…the journey has to continue…Well …..“Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove.” ― Terry PratchettThe Truth Image result for price tag guy

The Guy with an Attitude…

It was a beautiful Sunday morning when a got a call from…Mr. Attitude!! Haha…In an ultra brief conversation… He asked me 3-4 questions and said …okay these were the basic things I wanted to ask before I could go further …rest there are certain attributes that I’ll see myself when we meet…so there is no point talking over phone…bye… I was like…that’s it? Seriously? What this guy is up to? Well it was my turn to make face at the moment…and I did make one… haha… May be he had a notion that he has to choose a girl for himself…and he dint realize that these days a girl can also decides…I guess he was still using windows 98(in 2014)… Subsequent course of the events was even more interesting… He was senior resident at PGI Chandigarh while I was at Delhi…So somewhere before the weekend, he messaged me that he is coming over to Delhi…and if I’m free we can meet…since I had already booked my tickets to go back home (that was genuine)…I told him it won’t be feasible this week may be next weekend…some or the other thing happened and that hyped- meeting never took place… Practically there was no communication whatsoever till 15-20 days later when he decided to break the silence. He was way too sincere to the extent I was feeling suffocated…I mean sometimes imperfection gives life a more perfect sense…He was simply way too perfect… Well I wasnot in my comfort zone…so pyar jaisa kuch to sawal hi nhi uttha… so followed the free advice from my heartbeta bhag jao!!….and conveyed him the same…I was expecting he would tell me that’s okay…doesn’t matter …whatever… but the reply I got was not at all apt to call him Mr. attitude… He replied ek baar mil to lete, fir mana kar dena tha… Your English is so good….I talk to so many girls they do so many grammatical mistakes that I get pissed off… you are such a lively person!! The whole thing left me wondering…where did the attitude thing go? Throughout our chat he kept it very nicely…why not now…May be because he wasn’t expecting a girl can say no or what??  “We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be.” ― Kurt VonnegutMother Night

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The Impatient Guy

First impression is the last impression’ …may be true… but this can be deceptive as well…in it lies the core of my next adventure …So tie up your seat belts…Let me introduce him first… Mr. Impatient was pursuing his PG from south, average in his looks and somehow he had very good impression on my family especially my mother… My family was so positive about this one that I even saw my mother downloading his whatsapp profile pictures (unbelievable…isn’t it?)…haha…I told her…pahle pakka to ho jaane do (let it get finalized first)… Before I could have even talked to him, they were all chanting… ‘He is the one’…ha-ha …something like …Hamare ghar ka ek hi naara…ye ladka ho hamara!!haha...(The only motto of my family at the moment was to get it finalized with this one). I can’t explain in words how tough it was for me …I told them fir ladke se baat hi kyn karwa rahe ho…aisi kar do shaadi(why are you letting me talk to him..if you are already yes..We can simply proceed for the wedding)…but that would have been ethically wrong so…I had to talk, be nice to him and say yes…the match was already fixedhaha His First call– probably it was 8:40 pm and I was@ hostel mess…I thought of giving him a call back once I’m done…so the call went unanswered… it was followed by a second call after 5 mins.…and by the time I was getting upstairs, there was third call…uff I wanted to ask him…koi medical emergency hai kya??… Before I could settle down and call back…I got one more call, this time from my mother!! And she was worried …beta tum kahan ho…He is calling you and you are not picking!!… I thought ye ladka pitwayega mujhe!!! Abhi se complaint karna bhi shuru ho gaya… thats how I had my first conversation… The subsequent conversations were real testing of my patience… sometimes he would talk to me in female voice…This needed intervention… I had to explain…Listen I should feel I’m talking to a guy not a girl…please don’t do so…haha It was more like adopting a kiddo…Things with him were way too funny…Let me give an example  if any day his HOD sends him a good morning message…he would tell me…u know my HOD loves me a lot…every morning he sends me a good morning message… I was like so?? And some day if he gets thrashed for any reason…he will be crying…yaar mai fail ho jaunga..mera kya hoga…I had to counsel him …yaar aisa ho jaata hai, during PG u tend to get scolded and  that’s very normal and it has nothing to do with pass or fail…Ghar mai kabhi daant nhi padi kya… just be chill about it…pass ho jaoge…haha.. Birthday Gift– With him life was like a series of comic episodes…It was just few days into talking… and he asked me… what will be my birthday gift…my response was… What?? I had not met him yet…we were not  girl friend or boy friend even…plus abhi kuch final kahan tha…birthday pe wish kar du wahi kafi tha…haha…I thought he must be kidding…koi khud se gift thode mangta hai, vo bhi ladka!!!haha It was all forgotten, till one fine day I happened to search a belt for myself…I send him the links to ask which one is better?? He send me some other links of the same (but these were meant for guys)…I was furious…literally…What he is up to?? I thought he is competing with me…he will do whatever I’m doing…copy cat!! Huh On the contrary…He had misinterpreted it…he thought I’m buying his birthday gift so he had send some links of his choice…I felt little weird…so I ordered one for him…but it wasn’t out of any feelings or anything…  My first meeting-   It was even bizarre… while @ Green Park market; I found him blushing / shying…strange it was… that was the moment I realized a girl, who was walking ahead of us in one piece…Obviously she was looking gorgeous and ye mahashay unhe dekh ke Sharma rahein hein(he was blushing, seeing her)…haha… I tried to calm him down…and probably he got way more relaxed than expected…he commented  …What a leg piece!! man to tha ki gala daba du …( felt like squeezing his neck)…I had a deep sigh…mujhe lag raha tha yahan to apni hi shaadi se bhagna padega…haha… Final adventure– For some issue pertaining home he misinterpreted that my mother is villain …and without realizing that it was mummy alone who was acting like a pivot …in frenzy he told me that he doesn’t want any third person involvement… I tried to calm him down…parye janab to yehi the( he was he)…he was out of his patience…I agreed…And said Thathastu!!!( as you wish)  There won’t be third person involvement…haha Well as a good daughter my next duty was to inform my mother And there I was…. all free to fly again…ha-ha…

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The Girlie Guy…oops

Yes this is 21st century, where we do talk about gender equality and women Empowerment… well we are way far from the situation where we would require talking about the contrary… The problem arises only when a guy starts entering the territory of a girl… So let’s go ahead with this resident (orthopedics) working @Delhi…He used to consider himself beautiful with a tinge of Narcissism… My meetings with him were unlike his profession…more fractured then they were supposed to be…ha-ha… PHASE I aka FRACTURE I- It was an awesome kinda meeting… we both had green signaled our families…like any Indian family, our parents were overwhelmed and they rushed to the city… Towards the end of the meeting; for a moment, his mother kept her hand over my head…and I felt she was confused whether to do Shagun( a kind of ritual) or not and at that particular moment, he (Guy in context) flashed her…No…Not yet… maybe it was way too early… That was one time when I was least interested whether they say Yes or No! what bothered me was seeing my mother standing with her folded hands…asking … aapka kya raha(so what’s your final decision)…that moment still hurts me, even today! well they said hum log sham tak aapko batate hein(we would let you know by evening) Yes it was all positive… This was followed by a visit of my family to their home… things were so positive that my mother even gave an application to withdraw money from her GPF account…she got the money and almost at the same time, the guy said No… The reason being…

  1. My branch…why??? Let me explain…since it basically concern teaching MBBS students, so I need to have a medical college to work…and according to him where ever there is a medical college his private practice won’t flourish (because all patients will go to Govt. Hospital…as in Delhi all patient load goes to different Govt. medical colleges …and fate of private hospitals is at peril!!)
  2. laugh a lot…so basically I was so happy that he was not sure whether there existed any requirement of him in my life or not.
  3. I was slim (even Now)…and he likes fat girls…

khair…jaane wale ko kaun rok sakta hai!!(Anyway…for one who wants to leave who can stop)…Ha-ha… One of the basic problems with Indian Matrimony is … The only person who is perfect is you and the person who is at fault is always on the other side of the table…so when they have to leave they will always find out your faults…. That’s how he went LAMA(Left Against Medical Advice) ha-ha… though it took me some time to get back to my normal self…But they say whatever doesn’t kill you make you stronger!!!… PHASE II aka FRACTURE II- It was a U turn…he all came back after some months with lots and lots of apologies…the reason being he had met so many girls in last 2-3 months and he could not get someone like me… jab mere se itni problem thi to mere jaisi chahiye hi kyn thi??(When he had so many issues with me, why on earth he wanted someone like me) Now his Narcissist outlook had begun its reflection….He used to tell me…how much importance he has in his hospital…like there are interns who call him Ranbir Kapoor!! …there is an intern who rushes every morning …just to see him …and one of the intern had told him…Sir aap ki shaadi jab ho jaayegi to hospital ke har kone mein tute hue dil milenge(there would be broken hearts in every corner of the hospital once he gets married)… I looked at him & blasted like never before…to tum yahan kar kya rahe ho (What are you doing over here)??unme se hi ek select kar lo(Why don’t you go and settle down with one of those)?? Aur tumhe aisa lagta hai kya ki mere peeche koi nhi hai( Do u think there is no guy after me) ?? Tum prove kya karna chahte ho (what do you wanna say)?? It was real testing of my patience… he would often say …you are such a kiddo…I am unable to decide whether he should adopt me or marry me…By the way you should carry some attitude!! You should maintain some standard… (Because the bag I was using that time was not branded) In his own words…mai materialistic nahi hoon…referring to his elder brother who had two kids…he said pata hai bachcho ke kharche kitne hote hei? (Do you have any idea how much expensive it is to raise the kids)…Seriously did he want to tell me that he can’t afford to have kids?? ….He explained this with an example too…. Do you know the cost of a pram??? ….even the basic things are so costly!! Well I knew I’m never going to see this one again… And before I could say anything …he himself moved on with new reason this time- I never made him feel special …for e.g.

  1. I never gave him any treat …
  2. Never gifted him anything- I do so much shopping for myself but never ever happened that I would have bought him some gift…(I was upset till I realized that he too hasn’t gifted me anything yet…then I was real angry at him…

FRACTURE III – And there he was back all again…again with some apologies …ha-ha…there is a beautiful quote that explains everything… “If you Love something, set it free…If it comes back it’s yours, if it doesn’t it was never meant to be”… Now let’s modify it a bit… If you love something, set it free…if it comes back, again set it free…because it means no one else has found it worthy!! Ha-haLife just gets positive when you delete negative people from it’

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The Christmas tree Guy!!!

It was early December and winters had ushered in the festive mood… No matter how drop cold it was…yet the season carried a lot of energy… My tryst with Mr. Right/Left  was scheduled at Dilli Haat, in the heart of south Delhi…well I can cite him as a tall, fair & handsome guy; basically a simple, down to earth person passed out from IIT…Let me share the important Landmarks of the session… The Christmas tree– as we were meeting for the first time, I had asked him to stay back at the ticket counter itself…par ye janab kahan sunane wale the… when I reached and called him up… I realized he was already in…to ab sabse bada mudda tha inhe dundo( It was more like playing hide and seek) …he told me he is standing next to a Christmas tree… I said…okay…be there, I’ll come…I bought my ticket and rushed in…I was expecting a huge Christmas tree, all decorated; where I would be able to find him out in no time…but you see..The unexpected things are the most expected in lifeha-ha… There begin a walking marathon….I walking…walking and walking …Neither had I found any huge Christmas tree nor him!! However I could notice nothing but 3-4 small Christmas trees. I speculated…He must have been standing next to one of those smaller ones and I have missed it… I called up & got to know he was still standing next to a Christmas tree … I went back and forth again…all in vain…   Image result for christmas tree guy The Souvenir Shop– I asked…koi aur landmark batao( let me know some other landmark). He told me there is a souvenir shop like 100ms away from the point he is standing… Probably I was little out of my patience…ha-ha… I told him every second shop over here is souvenir shop; you need to tell me something more!! He was telling me something vague and instantly…I questioned…how did you get to your Christmas tree??? He replied as you enter from the main entrance…on the back side of the main gate itself, there is a Christmas tree… I reached up to the entrance and yes for the first time I could find both of them standing next to each other…haha…I wasn’t sure …How to react…but I did ask him…ye tumne pahle kyn nhi bataya… why dint you tell me this earlier?? Ha-ha Well that’s how I met him finally…Apparently he was nice…But…lets discuss the ‘BUT Factor’ now…It was nothing that may have went wrong… He was leaving abroad and I was in the middle of so many factors myself professionally and personally; that the whole thing wasn’t taken care of… Sometimes Life is misty….sometimes way too clear…but I guess we all must enjoy the comic twist in the episodes of a Mysterious serial called Life!!

Mr. Wrong connection

Sometimes wrong number might be the right one!!! Who knows? …ha-ha…or may be exists some kind of cosmic connection… certainly we don’t come across people by chance, we meet them because we are meant to meet…this is simply unexplainable… Well I came across a profile on Js of a dude who was Assistant Commissioner with Delhi Police…contrary to his looks; he seemed to be very versatile with diverse interest like writing poetry, sketching & adventure sports … My interest was accepted under immediate effect (as if he was waiting for the one)…ha-ha… Let me mention the truth behind the story now!!…  He was amidst of a terrible fight with a girl with whom his marriage was about to get fixed (the family meeting was scheduled in next 2-3 days)…well he seemed to have been missing her and at the same time, might be his ego stood tall which hampered him from making a call…ha-ha… So all he needed was a shoulder to cry on….sometimes talking to the complete stranger helps to be yourself …so here I was …he kept his heart out …bas roya nahi…(thankfully he dint weep)…My role was like Vodafone Pug-Dog …Happy to help!!!Ha-ha… It’s been a while since then …though we have never met in person but we are friends…whenever I need a help…he comes up with his favorite lines…Dilli Police aapki seva mein tatpar!!!haha  So finally I have got a great friend in him…and this wrong connection turns out to be the right one…ha-haPS– I have been forced to write about him…I did explain him that you were never my js alliance exactly…par ye mahashay kahan manane wale heinlikho …kuch to likho …so here I am …with a page on my blog dedicated to Dilli Police!!… ha-ha… Image result for friends

Mr. Exceptional

‘When you meet someone special, you’ll know…the heart beats faster and you smile for no reason’….and that’s the moment you know why it did not happen with anyone else….But when you are already demented…this may happen even without meeting…ha-ha…it’s like when you know you are crazy and yet you wanna verify…hence proved!!! Ha-ha…well that’s me…ha-ha The main problem with matrimonial sites is…they give you so many avenues every single day…that practically everyone is treated like an option…people are simply running, reaching nowhere….there is always someone better than the another…a never ending lust… ‘Raaste Kaha Khatam Hote Hai Zindagi Ke Safar Mein…Manzil To Wahi Hai Jahan Khwaishen Tham Jaye’..!! Par ye khwaahishe thamti hi nahi hein…chahe khud kaise bhi ho, partner to best hi chahiye…haha So here I came to know about Mr. Exceptional….He was MD in anesthesia… it was so spontaneous, that hardly I had any doubt… and finally I had found someone, whom I could have blamed for the rest of my life!!! I am such a vocal person who usually doesn’t let anyone else speak… and for the first time in my life, it was all pleasure listening him…all his stories…lots and lots of stories…Ha-ha…and he too was all about words…he said he would be coming to meet up only for the sake of formality, its either me or no one else!! There was a bigger twist waiting for me… one fine morning…He called me up to tell how much he was in love with me…and how terrible his duty had gone…and later; the same evening..I was informed that his family had met an accident …something very serious had happened…subsequently all my calls went unanswered…all my texts were either seen or not seen …some of them were answered while most of them were ignored…It had shook me to the core…I was just left with my worries and prayers… And for all practical purposes he had just vanished in a second…days passed by and I kept praying …and there was hardly any reply to my texts…he dint even tell me which hospital his brother was admitted…I was treated as if I was never belonged… was he so shocked to reply any of my texts??… Then why was he seen so often online on whatsapp? In fact his JS profile showed him active…when your father is on ventilator how comes you be seen on JS? Something was definitely fishy… It was time for intervention…ha-ha… when I enquired…I got to know nothing of that sort had ever happened…It was all made up!!! Image result for sad girl I don’t know what to say for him…

My heart was not ready to accept that there can be anyone who can lie for his own family members… I think we all have come a long way… from the time when we used to ‘kill our relatives’ to ‘personal reasons’ to get a leave… ha-ha…’love you’ has become so commonplace that people have started using it in parallel to how we use ‘thank you’ or ‘sorry!!’ Life has got so materialistic, that it can be better said…with no emotions attached!!

I was left of my own…in a dilemma to wait or to move on…was that so difficult to say ‘NO’…or he just wanted to maintain his image…but to whom??? He dint give me any closure…so I had to…ha-ha... I did send him a closure text which literally meant …..Ja basanti ja…jee le apni zindagi!!( go and live your life)…to which …he saw…read it …but dint reply!

Fast forward four months.

I was working on one of my assignments and suddenly a text propped up on my screen…It was HIM!! I was like seriously? why now?  Bundle of thoughts went across my mind with in that  fraction…part of me said…should n’t respond and the other part said…lets see what he wanna say! Well in this utter confusion the second version of me won…I responded…probably I wanted to hear what he wanna says…surprisingly he was not sorry and wasn’t offering me any explanation either…it was just a casual approach to see if I ‘m interested! 

A deep sigh! ………..well I had moved from the point where I was addicted to his voice….where I used to get withdrawl symptoms on not hearing him for long… to the point where I dint want to hear him anymore! Honesty and trust are the cornerstone of any healthy relationship’probably I had loved a different person with different qualities…or may be I was just in love with the idea of being in love……No matter what….It was not him for sure!…

Life goes on!!…probably everything happens for a reason that we are least aware of… I’m heading the journey of my life towards much more beautiful path in a more graceful manner….

I strongly believe that…whatever happens is good, what doesn’t is even better…. Image result for feel free

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Pooja Jain

A passionate doctor, a writer, blogger, avid reader, music lover, painter, coffee freak and a traveller!!….

I’m simply happy being me….I believe every single day holds the potential of beauty……A person who tries to look into positive in almost every situation...In short I'm just myself inspiring others in my journey!!

'Spread your wings,it's time to fly...Make the Leap, Own the sky!!!'

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  • Very well written post. It will be helpful to everyone who employess it, as well as me. Keep doing what you are doing – can’r wait to read more posts.

    • Hello this is super hero here. Really enjoyed the matrimonial stories here, and as i can be totally anonymous it feels really cool to be writing a comment.

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