Back to Being Indian Again!
And back at home with my family. There's nothing as nice as Mum's hugs and delicious food. She has been on about me practicing my chapati rolling. I always insist that as long as they taste nice-it doesn't matter how unround they are. But no, Mum insists that this skill along with cooking great Gujarati food is a top factor in getting a good husband. Marketability of an Indian Girl. The comedy of marriage and the trials and tribualtions of 'finding a nice boy'. All hilarious topics when discussed in our house. Have you heard the frivolous Jordan-PeterAndre style tactics used to impress the paradoxically materialistic tycoons in the British Asian community these days? Revolving stages aimed to make the disinterested audience of over 1000 part of the impersonalised wedding activities? The pavillion stage that pops out of the ground with a 'jack-in-the-box' style launch of smug bride and groom, complete with wedding cake at hand? The helicopter once used as a symbol of one rich family to escort the bride to wed her 'man for life' only for the much talked about duo to get divorced even before the photos had been developed?
Marriage? Yes please. Mass hoards of gossipping nobodies? Ridiculous wastage of hard-earned cash for the sake of pride and arrogance? No thanks.
It seems in this day and age of luxury, people forget the real meaning of deciding to spend their whole lives with someone they love more than themselves. Someone it hurts to see unhappy. Someone who's love becomes an addiction, a neccessity, a way of life. Someone to commit to for the rest of their whole life.
Marriage is something I want to be personal. With tokens of meaningful actions and the few friends and family that I know I love and have a genuine interest in my life.
But, saying that, it's not something I have to worry about for err, a while, a long while. But who knows what could be around the corner ;)
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