The ever-romantic streak in me was initially hopeful of finding someone for her. If not Prince Charming on a horse-back, at least someone decent with a good job and who can take care of a family. But the streak is now in shreds! That’s how murderous I feel! One wants to try his luck acting in movies leaving his steady job and hence wants a wife who can understand ‘his’ aspirations. Another wants a working wife who will provide and do seva for his extended family of mother, father, uncle, aunt and siblings, totalling 15 or 16. Yet another can’t marry now, but will keep talking, ‘getting to know her’ and will marry ‘when he can’. Another one wants a ‘commitment free’ relationship! Whatever that is! Another one was of the opinion that my friend had to discard her ‘negative ego’ if she wants to find someone to marry. She has stopped trying to make sense of it all. Having been through the various ranges of reactions at some of the responses, like surprise, indignation, anger, disappointment, frustration and even depression, we have now learnt to laugh at them.
The best one was a call from this man who is divorced and had a 6 year old son. My friend was polite enough to take his call. He said he did not believe in ‘earning’ money as he was content with just love! Although my friend felt this instinctual need to retort that he could shove his love somewhere unmentionable, she continued to hear him out just so that she could share few laughs with me later. He told her he was sending his photo and he was sure she’d find him irresistible! Out of a sense of an inexplicable inborn curiosity, she opened her mail to see his picture and she said she fell off her chair! The clown had sent a video of him working out in a tacky gym wearing coolers, music blaring in the background and all! We split our sides laughing!
We continue to live in hope and with the solemn thought that it can’t get worse than this. Or can it?