Jewels of Matrimony

Was going through a friend's profile on Hindu matrimony. (she wanted some editing done by expert hands :-) I spent sometime in going through other profiles. As usual the site did not dissapoint.
First things first. My friend would NEVER pose in front of a bright-Red background, in a neon shirt with her mobile in hand and have the starting words of her write-up as "Myself Naina...".

- One guy went on and on about his brother while he was the intended candidate. Apparently his brother was well-settled and the "good catch" in the family. Sadly enough he'd already been caught. Toh kya fayda hua?

- One chap wronte (AND I QUOTE), " i have one mother, one father, one brother, one sister. My brother is married and my bhabhi is good-looking girl from good family and has one cute child." Obviously the prize catch!!

It makes for interesting reading although I have to wonder how many of them come away happy at the end of the day. Is it wrong to recognise and settle for traits and situations in life which are similar to your own? Why piggyback on someone more upwardly mobile when you can have the satisfaction of doing it on your own steam.

-"....my niece likes to live a nice, simple, hygenic life". And WE don't?

"Travelling also suits me during holidays." The rest of the days I'm an agoraphobic.

"My daughter is convented". Eeeeks! that sounds awful.

"I am in this position because of my bro & parents. Thanks you all. Good luck bro" Ahem..are we at the Oscars?

The best of the lot so far? An ad that was pointed out to me in the matrimonial section of the Sunday paper a while back.

- "wanted beautiful girl homely caste no BRA." ????

SWAAHAA!!

( ps: It's bitchy, I know, to write this way, but one has to read the kind of expectations those same people have. God bless anxcious parents and in attention to Wren and Martin...)

On my way to town the other day...

I saw...

- a decapitated but very healthy buffalo heavy into rigor mortis.
- a sign for a public telephone which had lost its 'L' leading it to become a pubic telephone.(One wonders which end to talk into.)
-a sign by a local cobbler shop which said "foot were"...(were what? not feet before?)
-a graffiti on the wall which said hum sab ek hain (agar saath thoke to- if we all boink together...(me thinks dastardly engineering students did this)
-a small child peering very raptly at a goat which came and ate up her mother's offerings at a roadside temple.
-one of the staff in a bank dig deep into his nose for boogers and wipe them on the curtains when he thought no one was looking.

So little time so much to see. I wonder how much money full-time observers make these days?

(ps: 'town' in Mumbai means VT-the main city part)