In India the task of finding a girl for marriage is enough to put Hercules to shame, it is the reason why the engagement to marriage conversion ratio is so high here as compared to the US. No one wants to go through this ordeal again even if their life depended on it.
The process of girl-hunting starts with the sinister phone call the simple young man gets from home about a certain eligible daughter of some relatives, On attempting to defend his right to freedom he is warned to get married right now or else all the good girls will have got married. The reasoning is simple yet clever enough to scare the devil out of the devil himself. Our hero understands what the great George Bernard Shaw said "Get what you want or you will be forced to want what you get" He breaks down and succumbs to their will. The parents arrange a rendezvous between the two parties.
In the coming months our protagonist is subjected to reality show conditions National Geographic ishtyle. He is dragged from door to door of all eligibles, and meets many kinds of prospects, some seem to develop a sudden intense interest in the floor tiles when he starts to talk to them, others keep giggling and seem not to have any sort of idea what he is talking about, with some others offcourse he himself doesnt have any idea what he is talking about and finally there are those who dont understand why anyone who is not a software professional settled in the U.S would want to get married in the first place. Strangely he doesnt get a single rejection for all decisions are conveniently kept pending.
Our hopeful realises that time is of the essence he will have to find someone himself, he starts looking around for the perfect match, he visits places inhabited by the opposite sex but he understands the consequences if he were to walk up and ask them if they happen to be a kushamrit brahmin with no kuja dosha, So he lets on to his friends that he is looking, however his attempts at implementing this new strategy are hampered by a new unforeseen problem - compatability. An american has the world to choose from, he may marry a spanish-chinese woman with african kids, pakistani relatives and an eskimo for an ex-husband and still his parents and relatives would look bored at the wedding, not so for our man here.
Our indian realises that he may find a girl from the same religion, caste, and subcaste with matching horoscope and common interests who doesnt mind marrying him and who also happens to be related from the maternal side however the parents and relatives will still wish she had her Saturn a little more to the left. Since girls dont carry all this information printed on the front of their tops he turns to information technology and gets introduced to matrimonial sites.
Our candidate is now in awe of the way one may find women who are interested in marriage, and who have already declared their requirements, and who can also see him. The information is freely declared, Hell! there is even a column for weight and one for salary. There is an astonishing variety to choose from, He is sure he has reached the right place, this is the promised land. He surfs for the right match that will light the holy fire for his marriage, but suddenly realises that the opposite sex has as many choices as he does. Day after day passes until he realises that the site is no different from reality.
He now learnes that there is scarce hope of finding the girl of his dreams. The hunt has made a man out of him. He lives a quite life. Then one night as he lies awake dreaming about a life of celibacy in the nature rich himalayas he gets another phone call from his parents. In a "where were you on the night of june the nineteenth" manner they ask him if he remembers the girl he had seen in september - the one who had done her B.Sc in botany ... yes! he replies trying hard to remember ... Well then they ask ... is it ok if the marriage is fixed in january?
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